Without the slightest windup, nor any shout.
This 'Umibouzu' who had roamed the Galactic Empire's star systems for decades—
The instant he decided to strike—
He pushed his explosive power to the limit.
His middle-aged body, which had carried a somewhat despondent air—
Now seemed to have been injected with a high concentration of adrenaline.
Every cell roared and trembled.
The alloy floor beneath his feet caved in the instant he exerted force.
All kinetic energy was converted into forward thrust.
To Captain Xiangpu, the five Nim Tribe members, and the other technicians—
Umibouzu's figure simply vanished into thin air.
The painfully deafening Sound Explosion that suddenly erupted through the air—
And the afterimage lingering on their retinas like a ghost—
Proved that someone had been standing there just moments ago.
At the same time—
The jet-black umbrella in Umibouzu's hand was now like the spear of the Shinigami.
Carrying terrifying force capable of piercing battleship armor—
It shot straight for Borsalino's throat.
Let me see just how great the gap is between me and this man—the Navy Admiral.
Resolute flames burned in Umibouzu's eyes.
Though he had claimed he was acting because he had been paid to solve someone's troubles, and had spoken of professional ethics—
The Yato blood in his veins had long made him yearn to fight the strong.
Unfortunately, he was getting on in years and could no longer unleash a strike at his peak.
Between the two men facing each other, time seemed to slow.
The umbrella tip was less than a hair's breadth from Borsalino's Adam's apple.
However—
At that critical moment, Umibouzu's pupils suddenly contracted.
An unprecedented chill instantly froze his spine and muscles.
It was pure fear brought on by biological instinct.
There was no light.
No grand spectacle.
He did not