Buzz!
The entire space-time seemed to freeze. Ronglin's body trembled and turned into a blurred afterimage as he shifted out from beneath Chaton's Finger Pistol. He used the Time-Time Technique, endlessly slowing the flow of time around Chaton in an attempt to counterattack from the side.
Bang!
Yet Chaton's Finger Pistol, pushed to its absolute limit, finally broke through Ronglin's once-invincible Time-Time Technique. Chaton's Finger Pistol could still strike with incredible speed even under the Time-Time Technique, but it was as if he had slammed into an invisible wall. Chaton was blasted away by a savage force.
Pfft!
The flying Chaton spat out a mouthful of blood. Sharp cracks rang out from both his hands in succession as they were shattered by the impact.
Ronglin stood where he was and gently wiped away the blood on his cheek. Channeling his power, the wound quickly healed. Just now, Chaton had reached the critical limit of his Time-Time Technique through physical arts alone and had nearly broken it. Ronglin was deeply shocked.
He had still underestimated the Marines. Every Marine officer in a high position surely had something extraordinary about them.
After arriving in this world, the only person Ronglin had truly regarded highly was Garp, who had once blocked all his attacks and forced him into a sorry state. Later, when he encountered Aokiji's Devil Fruit ability, powerful enough to destroy the world, Ronglin finally put away his contemptuous attitude.
Looking at Chaton, whose arms had been shattered and who lay on the ground coughing blood from severe injuries, Ronglin's thoughts were complicated. Chaton had nearly broken through the barrier and cracked his Time-Time Technique just now. In the end, Chaton was simply not strong enough; otherwise, one of Ronglin's strongest techniques, which he had always controlled, would have been broken.