Shiki floated in midair, lowering his head to survey the wreckage of the bar below. His pupils contracted sharply, and even his breathing quickened.
That Marine had dodged his slash and killed his subordinates at the same time? These men had all been elite survivors of the Edd War.
They either had strength or luck. One or two among them had bounties exceeding a hundred million; pirates of that caliber were few even in the New World. Any one of them would have been among the strongest in the Four Blues.
Yet this entire group had been slaughtered by that red-haired Marine in the span of a breath.
During the whole process, his subordinates had not merely failed to resist—they had not even retained their senses. Not a single scream had escaped them.
What shocked Golden Lion Shiki even more was that not only had his subordinates failed to notice Tsugikuni Yoriichi's movements, but even he himself had not noticed them.
Watching the red-haired Marine standing on the ground and looking up at him, Shiki spread out his Observation Haki, enveloping Tsugikuni Yoriichi within it.
"Th-this guy?!"
Shiki had covered Tsugikuni Yoriichi with his Observation Haki, but something that stunned him happened. Within the perception of his Observation Haki, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had not the slightest trace of presence.
To his Observation Haki, Tsugikuni Yoriichi seemed not to exist at all.
If his eyes had not been able to see Tsugikuni Yoriichi clearly, he would have doubted his own senses.
Just as Shiki focused his attention on Tsugikuni Yoriichi, a mass of icy mist swept rapidly toward him. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped Shiki, and the next moment, a hand condensed from within and pressed directly onto his shoulder.
A bone-piercing chill instantly spread from Shiki's shoulder through