"Hey, ice guy, I don't have time to play around with you slowly. If you still don't get serious..." Wu Biao tilted his head, a brutal curve forming at the corner of his mouth. The blood-red mist around him suddenly rippled, and then...
"...you'll die!!" The voice rang out again, but it came from beside Aokiji's ear. In the few seconds since, nothing remained where Wu Biao had stood but a cloud of blood-red mist.
Buzz!
The sound of a sleeve slicing through the air came from beside Aokiji's ear. A pungent stench of blood and a fierce gale that scraped across his face struck at once, making Aokiji's expression darken slightly. Yet inwardly, he could not help but smile bitterly.
He had to admit, he had underestimated this brat too much. Though he did not know how Wu Biao had done it, at this very moment, he truly possessed strength worthy of Aokiji taking seriously.
But that was all—worthy of taking seriously!
A curve suddenly rose at Aokiji's lips.
Then... let me see just how strong you really are.
Bang!
A strange glint flashed through Wu Biao's eyes. His punch had actually struck Aokiji directly.
Hm?
This feeling...
A sharp glint appeared in Wu Biao's eyes. The instant his knuckles touched Aokiji's body, he abruptly crouched down. At almost the same time, the "Aokiji" he had struck collapsed into a heap of shattered ice.
"Ice Substitute!"
Aokiji's icy voice came from above as an ice blade swept past Wu Biao's scalp. Had Wu Biao reacted even a fraction slower, the chill alone would have been enough to severely injure him.
"Not a bad reaction," Aokiji sneered.
Wu Biao replied, "Brother Biao can be faster and fiercer. Believe it or not."
The moment their exchange ended, both of them moved.