While Simon explained things to Arudo, Matas roared, his face flushed red, and shoved the ice fist out of his chest muscles. At the same time, a tremendous aura surged from him.
Thirty percent of Loa's strength was no joke. Matas could have sworn his heart had been shattered. Even so, he endured the blow and stayed on his feet.
"Awoo! What a stylish catch! I really am the coolest!"
Soru!
Loa used one of the Six Powers to get away from him, his mouth twitching.
"Holy shit! Is he a Super Saiyan? Does he get stronger the longer he fights?"
If he really keeps getting stronger, won't he catch up to me soon?
How the hell am I supposed to fight that?
But after a moment's thought, Loa dismissed the idea.
Simon had not revealed the details yet, but if Matas's Devil Fruit could truly do that, he would never have appeared in the seventh match.
And he certainly would not be just a Rear Admiral.
Since he was here, his maximum strength could not have reached that level.
In other words—
There's a limit to how much stronger he can get!
And he was approaching it fast. The best move was to finish him with a single blow before he reached his peak.
"Awoo! Behold my stylish charge!"
Matas knew his ability would be easy to figure out. With a roar, he lowered his center of gravity and charged at Loa. He needed to land a heavy blow before Loa understood it completely. After that last punch, he would not survive a second without strengthening his boost.
The farther Matas charged, the more powerful his aura became. At first, it was like a bicycle bearing down on Loa. By the time he reached him, it was a heavy