"Lord Cracker!"
The pirates around the harbor were stunned. The Biscuit Soldiers moved.
Dense ranks of armored warriors raised their longswords and charged at Issho from all directions.
They knew neither fear nor pain.
Their footsteps shattered the ground, their shields forming a solid wall like a white flood clad in armor, ready to completely swallow the blind swordsman in purple robes.
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Cracker gritted his teeth and slammed his hands together.
"Crush him!"
More Biscuit Soldiers rose from the ground, row after row.
Their numbers nearly multiplied several times within a few breaths.
But the moment they stepped within thirty meters of Issho, their movements abruptly froze.
"Boom!"
The first row of Biscuit Soldiers was slammed flat against the ground, their hard shields smashing heavily into the stone pavement.
Then came the second row.
The third row.
The closer they got to Issho, the heavier that invisible gravity became.
The longswords raised by the Biscuit Soldiers slowly drooped, their armored knees bent under the pressure, and the ground beneath their feet continuously cracked apart.
Crack.
Crack, crack.
Dense fractures appeared across the hard armor.
The shields twisted.
The longswords snapped.
Before they could reform, Issho lightly swept his Shikomizue sideways, and the gravity intensified once more.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Row after row of Biscuit Soldiers was crushed directly into fragments.
Biscuit crumbs blanketed the harbor, as though an invisible giant hand had repeatedly ground them down from above.
The sickly sweet scent of shattered biscuits even drifted through the air.
The Adventure Group members stared dumbfounded.
The biscuit army that had stopped them from breaking through even after several charges had been unable to get anywhere near this blind rear admiral.
Issho stood where he was, his pale purple kimono