Silent gunfire rang out once more.
"Death Gun" Leon targeted the High-End Combatants on the World Government's side one after another, seeking first to secure an overwhelming advantage at that level. They covered a wider area, allowing that advantage to spread faster.
Besides, he was no longer in peak condition. Maintaining such precise marksmanship for so long had drained his mental reserves enormously.
The threat he posed had already begun to diminish.
He was not a monster with boundless stamina, either. A full day of close combat against a powerful Zoan Body Techniques fighter had exhausted much of his strength and left him with numerous injuries.
Levelheaded as he was, he only did what he was most confident of accomplishing.
A Top Combatant was not the only one who could deal with another Top Combatant.
Powerful fighters fell one after another, each with a new, fatal bullet hole in their body.
Others were searching for his position, so after every few shots, Leon concealed his presence and swiftly moved to another firing position.
Those who were a little weaker had their lives snuffed out by a single bullet in the process.
Even when Leon's bullets failed to kill in one shot, they inflicted grievous injuries, sometimes with additional special effects.
Rapidly spreading poison.
A devastating paralytic effect.
With "Death Gun" Leon's help, the Rocks Pirates' advantage among the High-End Combatants grew rapidly, in turn helping their mid-level fighters expand their advantage.
Led by their many officers, the vast throng of pirates rampaged wildly.
Already lost in his killing frenzy, Byrnndi World cut down another Top Combatant and laughed in excitement.
His urge to destroy and slaughter surged until he could no longer contain himself.
His gaze shifted toward the rear of God Valley, where numerous senior officers of the Rocks