Battle Against Bullet

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps followed, as if the earth's heart were pounding violently. In the distance, a colossal figure tore across the horizon and approached step by step.

It was a gigantic robot brimming with raw power, its metal shell reflecting a cold, hard gleam beneath the sunlight. Every time it planted a foot, the earth groaned in agony, spraying sand and shattered stones into the air and leaving behind deep craters.

The robot strode forward with unwavering steps before finally stopping a hundred meters from Adams. Then, its enormous components seemed to be dismantled, folded, and compressed by invisible hands, ultimately reverting into a submarine—the Catapult.

Above the submarine stood a humanoid figure overflowing with savage strength.

Bullet wore a military uniform. His eagle-sharp eyes, filled with scrutiny and frenzied fighting spirit, fixed on the silver-haired youth before him.

"Were you the one recklessly releasing Haki just now? Are you here for Chinjao too, or do you want to challenge me?"

Bullet knew perfectly well that his habit of seeking out powerful opponents was no secret. Whenever he arrived somewhere, he would take the initiative to find the strongest person in the area.

Naturally, he assumed that this fellow with such a formidable presence was merely another challenger who had caught wind of his habits and arrived early to wait for him.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Adams's lips, revealing a calm superiority.

He raised a hand and casually pointed at the headless massive body in the distance.

"Of course it was me. You're too late. That old bastard Chinjao has already been taken care of."

He paused, focusing his gaze on Bullet.

"As for challenging you? I think you've misunderstood something. Only when the weak challenge the strong can it be called a challenge."