Kuzan vs. Kaido

Wind swept across the main building.

Borsalino watched the faint smile on Rock's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He said nothing, but grumbled inwardly.

He's the one who loves fooling around most...

And he's always saying I slack off...

He sighed softly and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

Below, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

Kuzan and Kaido were no longer testing each other.

Boom!!!

Every clash pitted killing blows against each other.

Ice spread across the ground.

Crack!

The next instant, Haki shattered it.

The club swept across, carving a visible path through the air.

Bitter cold locked down the area, freezing the ground solid. But a heartbeat later—

Boom!

The entire frozen field exploded.

Kuzan's breathing had grown heavy, his chest rising and falling sharply.

Yet his eyes only grew brighter, his fighting spirit soaring.

Across from him, Kaido's presence grew steadier and heavier the longer they fought.

The gap between them was beginning to show.

Seeing this, Borsalino narrowed his eyes.

"Vice Admiral Rock—"

"What do you think Kuzan's chances are?"

Rock did not answer at once. A red glint flashed in his pupils.

Hum—

A faint electromagnetic wave spread out without a sound.

Every detail of the battlefield was magnified in his eyes.

He watched the fight and answered evenly.

"Less than twenty percent."

Borsalino froze.

"...Huh?"

His gaze stilled behind his sunglasses. He had put Kuzan's chances at thirty percent, perhaps even forty if the fight dragged on.

But Rock had placed them below twenty.

"That doesn't mean Kuzan is weak," Rock continued.

His gaze fixed on Kaido.

"It's that an opponent like Kaido counters him too well."

On the battlefield, the temperature plunged.

The air seemed to vanish in an instant.

Kuzan stepped forward, driving his whole body