"Hahahaha!"
Zephyr suddenly burst out laughing. It took him a while to stop. Then he looked straight at Ron, his gaze calm. "Perhaps many pirates do call me the 'Marine who doesn't kill,' but that doesn't mean I forgive evil."
Just as he finished speaking, Zephyr suddenly heard footsteps behind him and glanced back out of the corner of his eye.
But that single glance made his expression change drastically.
The Marine soldiers he had ordered to evacuate earlier had actually come back.
Their heads were lowered, their steps slow and orderly, as though an invisible thread were pulling them closer, one step at a time.
"What are you doing?" Zephyr called out expressionlessly.
No one answered.
The soldiers kept their heads bowed, walking toward him step by step with stiff movements.
Zephyr swiftly turned his gaze back to Ron, his voice growing colder. "What did you do to them?"
"Me? I'm just standing here. What could I possibly do to them?" Ron said with a light chuckle.
Zephyr hesitated for a second. A second later, his figure flashed, and when he appeared again, he was already above Ron.
Armament Haki wrapped around his fist, and he swung a punch at Ron's forehead.
Ron reacted just as quickly. Haki flowed over his fist as he met the blow from below.
Boom!
Their fists collided.
At that moment, the shock waves surged outward like a flood, swallowing every building on both sides of the street.
As their strength locked in a stalemate, Zephyr's gaze darkened. "Give them back to me, Ron."
"Hehehe. Sure. Provided you can put me down with those fists of yours," Ron said with a cold laugh.
Zephyr said nothing more.
He began throwing punches even more furiously. Every blow carried crushing power pushed to the limit, and