The ground battlefield north of the Monster Association headquarters.
Tens of thousands of basketball-sized light bullets slammed into the ground wave after wave, setting off countless violent explosions and flashes.
This left Bachai and Gerhard, who had arrived as reinforcements half an hour ago, utterly miserable.
Fortunately, their Observation Haki and Armament Haki were both fairly strong.
They had barely managed to hold on until now.
Yet they still could not get close to the disheveled man several hundred meters away.
The other party called himself Homeless Emperor, a Dragon-level executive of the Monster Association.
"Damn it, this is practically like facing Admiral Kizaru!"
Gerhard, chief of the Longarm Tribe, cursed as he used Explosive Fist to fend off the light bullets.
"Think on the bright side."
"If the enemy were really Admiral Kizaru, we would have been killed already."
Bachai, chief of the Longleg Tribe, shouted, "At most, he's just a guy who can fire Yasakani no Magatama!"
"That really isn't comforting at all," Gerhard could not help but remark.
"The problem is, if this keeps up, sooner or later—no, very soon—we'll be killed!"
Chief Bachai knew this all too well.
Their Haki and stamina were being drained at a visible rate.
Especially their Haki reserves, which were nowhere near as plentiful as their stamina.
Once those ran dry, blocking the bombardment of light bullets would not be nearly so easy.
"You are clearly two monsters, yet you stand on the side of humans who bring nothing but harm to this world."
"Enough. I've wasted too much time on you."
Homeless Emperor was gradually losing patience when the barrage of light bullets failed to take them down.
The next second, he raised his right hand high, and even greater light energy began gathering in his palm.
"Hey, hey, hey,