After twelve little straw men crawled out in succession and burned to ashes, Hawkins finally returned from his straw man form to his physical body. Behind him, exactly twelve people had also collapsed unconscious.
"Oh? A curse technique, damage transfer?" Ronglin said with a cold smile.
Hawkins looked at Ronglin and the other two, breathing a little heavily. Helplessly, he said, "I really can't beat you!"
Chapter 93: New World, You're Not Suited for It!!
Ronglin rolled his eyes at Hawkins. "Of course not! Did you think just anyone could fight me to a standstill?"
He had crossed over into this world. How much grueling training had it taken to achieve his current strength? If he had not yet failed to fully integrate the Pirate World's power system, how could he have fought an Admiral to that extent during the Summit War?
"..." Hawkins was speechless. He glanced at the ashes left on the ground and said with a frown, "This time, all the major experts of Ashil Kingdom have gathered here. Someone must have spent a great deal to recruit these people who came so confidently, forming an unprecedentedly powerful organization. You're not a member of that organization, are you?"
Hearing Hawkins's words, Ronglin's heart stirred. Could his encounter with Hawkins this time truly not have been a coincidence? Like himself and Sand Crocodile, had Hawkins also been drawn here by that blood letter?
"I only arrived on this island today. Before that, if you read the newspapers, you should have heard about what happened in Dressrosa," Ronglin said. "How much time would a round trip take? Do you think I'd be part of some conspiracy organization?"
Not a ripple stirred in Hawkins's eyes. He slowly rose to his feet and said, "Then we now have a common enemy.