The crimson-white light and heat gradually faded.
The clouds that had been shoved aside once again rolled back in, shrouding the sky as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
Sand and rocks flew across the entire battlefield. At its very center, a bottomless crater had formed, and half the island had been torn apart.
"N-no way!"
At the end of a broad avenue, Borsalino was covered in blood, half-buried in the ruins. She struggled to slowly climb to her feet, her military uniform in tatters and exposing a generous expanse of skin. Her 36E chest was out in the open, so eye-catching and tantalizingly fresh.
Borsalino was on the verge of breaking down. Her filthy face stared at the figure emerging from the blazing light, and she shrieked hysterically as if her faith had been shattered, her features twisted with rage.
She couldn't accept this outcome.
Had those months of hellish training really been for nothing?
She hadn't lost yet!
"Borsalino, you've truly impressed This Emperor. In only a few short months, you've gained combat power on par with an admiral."
Chaos spat the blood from his mouth and strode toward Borsalino. His long golden hair swayed down to his waist as he reached up and slicked back his bangs. Every time his feet touched the ground, Goldenization spread over the earth, forming new pieces of armor that automatically fitted themselves onto him.
His once battered appearance gradually returned to its usual imposing elegance.
He could lose anything.
But not his handsome image!
Borsalino's combat power had genuinely shocked him. He'd almost been caught off guard and defeated, but luckily he'd never been content to rest on his laurels. Instead, he'd trained every moment he could.
Otherwise, he really might have been surpassed and left for dead on the beach.
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