Kizaru looked at the fifty-yard foot kicking toward him, felt the speed and force behind it, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Fuck, these skinny arms and legs of mine can't take that!
His expression turned miserable. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late, so he could only raise one leg and kick back as well.
"Bang~"
The two legs collided, followed by a crisp crack.
"Crack~"
Kizaru felt a burst of pain from the shin he had kicked out. That sound just now had been his leg bone breaking.
"Hiss~"
He sucked in a cold breath. He was a Navy Admiral, and an Admiral who excelled at kicking techniques at that. Yet in a kicking contest, his opponent had actually kicked his leg broken. Who would believe that if he told them?
Kizaru did not want to believe it either, but his leg had truly been broken. His shinbone was covered in extensive fractures.
"Eh?"
However, Oak let out a surprised sound at the sight, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"Didn't they say you relied too heavily on your Fruit ability, neglecting the training of your basic strength and Haki?
But from what I can see, you're not bad yourself!!"
Although Oak's words carried a trace of teasing, he was genuinely surprised by Kizaru's strength.
Because of Zephyr's remark that he "relied too heavily on his Fruit ability," Kizaru had always left Oak with the fixed impression that his Haki was weak.
Of course, weak in Oak's eyes was only in comparison to the other Admirals. He had never thought Kizaru's Haki would be inferior to the cannon fodder beneath the Admirals. He had always assumed Kizaru's Haki was the weakest among the three Admirals, but after exchanging that kick just now, he discovered