Fifty percent realism?
Qin Yu felt the surging power spread through his entire body once more, growing stronger still, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
If he had to find a comparison in this world, Saitama's current strength, before reaching forty percent realism, was equivalent to Elizabello II's light-version King Punch.
Once it reached fifty percent, however, it would be an entirely different threshold.
Based on Qin Yu's assessment of his own strength, the power of his full-force punch should now be able to reach one hundred percent of the King Punch.
At that point, let alone a single ship.
In this world, Elizabello II had once punched straight through an enemy nation's fortress.
"Hina, is what you said true?" Zephyr suppressed the stabbing pain in his arm and urgently pressed for an answer.
"Why are you on his ship? If he is the new Seven Warlords of the Sea, then there are no vacancies left among the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"
"If they really are still accepting people, then it must be a fake Seven Warlords of the Sea!"
The sudden turn of events left not only Zephyr, but even the pirates unable to react. A Seven Warlords of the Sea with a bounty of fifty Beli was laughable.
But no matter how low the bounty was, he was still an officially recognized candidate for the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
If this one-punch freak, Saitama, truly was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Then what exactly was Weevil, that idiot they followed while loudly proclaiming that they would become members of a future Seven Warlords of the Sea family?
If word got out that they had followed an idiot pirate around, They would surely become the laughingstock of these seas.
"Teacher Zephyr, I