If you missed the connection, check the earlier chapters. I added what I didn't finish writing in the previous chapter.
"Kamusari!"
Faced with Whitebeard's peak strike, Ryan did not retreat. Instead, he charged straight into it and chose to take it head-on.
Bang!
The aftershock from their clash stirred up a violent blast of air. The trees nearby in the forest fell in swathes with a rustling crash, like grass swept flat by a hurricane.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
One after another, patch after patch. In mere moments, the area within several thousand meters became completely open. From above, it looked as though a flower had bloomed at its center—a night-blooming cereus bursting into full bloom in an instant.
The shockwave created by the two men's clash did not merely devastate the trees. Some spectators were hurled several meters away. Though others were not blown away, sweat covered their faces as they struggled desperately to hold their ground.
Luo Xiaoxiao's body was directly lifted into the air.
Just as he thought he was about to be blown away, a broad hand grabbed him.
Who was it?
Luo looked toward the owner of that hand and saw a weathered face. In Ryan's words, this was the sort of face that clearly belonged to someone with a story.
"Uncle Fujitora, don't smile at me. It scares me!"
Though his words were rather hurtful, he simply could not help himself when he saw Fujitora's smile.
Hearing that, Fujitora released his hand.
Since the child had grown up, he should become more independent. Self-reliance was what made a good child.
Thus, Luo was blown away along with everyone else and slammed heavily onto the ground. Fujitora even slightly reduced his gravity, so the child could go farther.
"Damn it!" Luo cursed under his breath and