Even though he knew Conqueror's Haki existed, he had never seen it before, so naturally, he had no idea its range could be so vast.
There were at least fifty thousand fish-men in the Fish-Man District.
In his original plan, no matter how powerful Silver Hair was, being besieged by fifty thousand fish-men would surely exhaust him!
Then he could step forward and kill the Silver Hair Crew. Wouldn't that make him the hero of Fish-Man Island?
Who could have known that a single burst of Conqueror's Haki would knock out all fifty thousand fish-men in the Fish-Man District?
"What the fuck..."
"This is way too strong!"
At that moment, even his perpetually crazed, resilient heart sank into despair.
He was confident in his strength, but not so confident that he thought he could truly compete with the world's strongest fighters.
He might have had confidence underwater, but they were on land now.
How was he supposed to fight?
"Aaargh..."
Just then, an agonized scream suddenly came from his right.
He recognized that familiar voice. It belonged to Vander Decken IX.
Suppressing his panic, Hody Jones turned toward the other side of the palm imprint. Sure enough, the figure that had been floating in the air had somehow appeared beside Vander Decken IX.
But what had Silver Hair done to Vander Decken IX?
An invisible force held him in midair, where he struggled incessantly and let out scream after scream.
Around his body, space rippled like water, contracting and twisting in concentric rings like a whirlpool. Vander Decken IX, trapped inside, twisted unnaturally along with it.
On Vander Decken IX's contorted, hideous face, he could see terror that reached deep
into his soul.
This man.
Hody Jones stopped looking at Vander Decken IX and turned toward Kuta, meeting his azure