After all, the last melodramatic god of a Sky Island who had set his sights on Shanks had probably been left so far behind by him that there was no telling how wide the gap was now...
Huh?
It had been so long that I'd almost forgotten whether Enel had finished training under Rayleigh...
Adrian looked around the Nether Abyss.
He soon found his target.
Pointing at the thorn man who had voluntarily hung himself from the mast, and whose ability was decidedly useless, White Ghost said rather cuttingly,
"At the very least, you should reach that guy's level, right?"
Jiansefu felt a sudden gust of icy wind chill him from the soles of his feet all the way to his heart.
Ah...
White Ghost was looking down on me again...
It's fine, it's fine.
At least I'm still worth his notice...
Utterly disregarding Jiansefu's dejected yet optimistic expression, Ulti spoke with a child's blunt honesty.
"Wouldn't that be too weak?"
Adrian's brows creased slightly at her words.
He set the newspaper aside, curled a finger, formed a thin sliver of ice, and flicked it out.
The sliver sliced through the air like a blade, severing the thorn rope connecting Jiansefu to the mast and sending him dropping onto the deck.
"Finding yourselves a ridiculously powerful boss so easily seems to have given you a little illusion that you're strong yourselves."
Adrian swept his palm through the air, conjuring two sturdy, standard-issue ice blades, then casually tossed them to Ulti and her younger brother, Page One.
Looking at the thin, sharp edges of the ice swords in their hands, Ulti and Page One had no doubt that these were the finest weapons they had ever owned in their short lives!
At the very least, they were definitely the sharpest!
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