Faced with cannonballs raining down from the sky, Ron was just about to deal with them all when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that none of the others had any intention of acting.
In an instant, Ron understood. He had been thinking like a weakling.
The strong had no need to dodge attacks of this caliber.
Of course, each of them had different thoughts.
Kaido's thinking was straightforward: as one of the weaker members of the group, he didn't need to act.
Rocks thought that attacks of this caliber didn't require the captain to act.
Whitebeard had spotted Ron stirring out of the corner of his eye and already knew he wouldn't be needed this time.
Linlin had no particular thoughts. Her constitution was an iron balloon; against mere cannonballs, blocking or not made no difference.
Babel followed at the very back, not remotely worried. With so many powerful people up front, how could mere cannonballs possibly land on him?
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The cannonballs drew closer and closer.
The sound of them tearing through the air pressed down from overhead, growing denser and heavier.
Seeing that Ron still hadn't acted, Whitebeard immediately called out, "Ron."
"Got it," Ron replied.
Boom!
The densely packed cannonballs came crashing down.
Explosions rang out one after another. Balls of fire erupted across the sea, and billowing black smoke instantly swallowed Rocks and the others.
Crack!
Just then, the crisp sound of shattering glass stood out amid the billowing black smoke.
The next second, the rolling black smoke burst apart.
An invisible shock wave spread outward from the center of the smoke screen, smashing all the cannonballs that were still falling.
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