At last, intense interest and a long-dormant fighting spirit flickered across Redfield's impassive face.
"This is the first time I've met someone as interesting as you! Let me see where your limits truly lie!"
He had little to say about Adams's dream of becoming the King of the World. He had seen too many madmen on the seas who harbored all kinds of ambitions.
But the ability to perfectly replicate his unique sword technique truly shocked him.
Patrick Redfield, known as Red the Aloof, had lived a life of solitude precisely because he had never found anyone who could stand beside him as an equal.
Yet now, in Adams, he vaguely saw the shadow of someone like himself—not because they shared the same ideals, but because they were similar in some fundamental way.
Facing the lethal strike Adams had copied and unleashed, Redfield did not dare lower his guard. The slender umbrella in his hand shot forward at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
In an instant, he thrust hundreds of times. Those hundreds of thrusts likewise converged into a single point and met the slash that contained ten layers of power.
At the same time, a powerful pressure filled with loneliness and pride, as though standing apart from the entire world, rose from Redfield's aged body!
Countless black-red bolts of lightning erupted around the two of them, covering a radius of five hundred meters and forming a gigantic web that blotted out the sky, staining both heaven and earth with an ominous color!
A clash of Conqueror's Haki!
Bullet had just stepped out of Hyperspace, ready to carry out his duty of stopping the Marines, when his steps abruptly halted. He suddenly turned toward the core battlefield. Feeling those two utterly different yet equally earth-shaking