"All right!"
Tokugawa nodded and strode toward Ye Chen. His massive body made the ground tremble with every step, leaving huge footprints behind him.
Burly and fierce-eyed, Tokugawa advanced on Ye Chen like some beast from the ancient wilds. "I don't care who you are. Leave now. This is my territory, and you don't get to run wild here."
"And if I say no?" Ye Chen glanced at him sidelong and smiled with disdain.
Ever since arriving in this world, Ye Chen had never known the meaning of keeping a low profile. He was bold, even reckless to the point of courting death. That arrogance had always been part of him. It had never changed; it was in his blood and bones.
If even ruthless men like Golden Lion and Akainu could not frighten him, no one else was worth mentioning.
The flesh on Tokugawa's face twitched, not from fear but anger. He gritted his teeth and nodded. "Fine. If you insist on throwing your life away, I'll oblige."
A swirling ball of light suddenly appeared in Tokugawa's left palm. It expanded rapidly, reaching over a hundred meters across in an instant and enveloping Ye Chen.
Ye Chen frowned in confusion and glanced at Trafalgar Law. What's going on? Why is this so much like Law's ability?
Room!
Tokugawa roared, and the sphere began to contract. "Space Compression!"
Ye Chen's frown deepened. As the sphere shrank, he could clearly feel a violent force closing in from every direction, as though it meant to crush him into pulp. He kicked off the ground and shot upward, trying to escape, but the sphere rose with him. It seemed bound to him. Wherever he went, he could not break free.
Worse, it kept shrinking at a terrifying rate, from a hundred meters across