Taking Advantage of the Chaos and Bursting into Action

Kizaru crouched behind the remnants of a blasted-apart reef.

He flattened his entire body into a thin layer, pressing himself tightly against the charred side of the stone.

He wished he could grow together with the rock wall.

His sunglasses reflected the energy currents exploding in every direction. Scarlet, black, and dark-gold spheres of light tore through the sky.

Every explosion shook the gravel beneath his feet until it rattled and hopped.

The battlefield had already become a meat grinder.

He pinched up the debris beside his foot with his index finger and thumb, rubbing it hard between his fingertips. Stone powder trickled through the gaps.

Five minutes ago, this had been a granite boulder taller than a man. Now, barely any scraps remained.

Kizaru smacked his lips twice, his eyes rapidly sweeping over the gaps in the battlefield behind his sunglasses.

On the left, Whitebeard and Rocks were slaughtering everything in their path. Shock waves and black flames had been stirred into a pot of mush.

Every living thing within three hundred meters had been crushed into meat paste.

On the right, Marco had just torn open a landing zone. The cries of battle shook the heavens.

The monster army and the allied forces were tangled together.

The front?

He absolutely couldn't go near the front.

That golden lunatic and the King of the World were battling in the sky.

The air within a kilometer was filled with deadly poison.

Even a random brush of their shock waves could shatter an Admiral's bones.

Kizaru's chest rose and fell rapidly as his mind raced.

Fight? Fight what?

He didn't even qualify to go up there and serve as cannon fodder.

The scale of those two monsters' battle had already blown past the limits of an Admiral.

Only one thought remained