Paramount War VII

"Of course, Subordinate has said that she already found a way to counter this kind of speedster."

In the middle of the grapple, Albedo replied easily.

"Is that so? Then I'll leave it to you."

Hearing the reply, Ryan turned and walked toward Whitebeard's direction.

Since Albedo said she was confident, he believed she would certainly not disappoint him.

At the intersection of axe and sword.

Kizaru, gradually being pressed down by the axe, heard Albedo's words, his expression trembling beneath his sunglasses.

"Found a way to counter me? That's truly terrifying."

Uttering a catchphrase, his body shook and instantly turned into light and disappeared.

Not having the advantage in strength did not surprise him; after all, he had fought Albedo before and had a measure of her in his heart.

Still, to say she found a way to counter his speed, he didn't quite believe it.

However, it was also a fact that this group had diverse methods. Therefore, although he didn't believe it, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

After all, getting capsized in a gutter was something that only needed to happen once; he didn't want to try it a second time.

With his body turned to light and relying on his speed, Kizaru launched continuous attacks against Albedo.

The light sword continuously chopped sparks and tiny scars onto the full-body armor.

Once speed reached his level, as long as one didn't care about face, using a shameless playstyle was a huge trouble for anyone.

Facing the continuous attacks, the face beneath Albedo's helmet revealed a sneer.

Without any visible movement from her, her figure instantly vanished from the spot, causing Kizaru's body, which was in the middle of a slash, to suddenly stiffen.

"How is this possible!"

Looking at Albedo, who had instantly appeared