Faced with Randall's unwavering intent to kill, Ziegler was afraid.
He wanted to apologize, but all he could do was open his mouth in vain, like a stranded fish.
Randall's hand around his throat had robbed him of any chance to speak.
He could only open his mouth desperately, pleading with Randall through his eyes and trying to convey his remorse with his expression.
But Randall completely ignored his efforts.
Everything Ziegler did now was merely a concession made to save his own life.
Even if he apologized, he would not mean it.
All Randall intended to do now was give this man the punishment he deserved.
He raised his massive fist and held it before Ziegler's eyes, letting him get a good look.
Then, under Ziegler's terrified gaze, Randall suddenly drove his fist into his chest.
Randall's punch was not fast, so Ziegler had plenty of time to defend himself.
But his Armament Haki might as well have been paper. It could not hold out for even an instant before collapsing.
The crushing blow left a dent in Ziegler's chest.
The tremendous force passed straight through his body, tearing a hole in the back of his clothes.
That single punch left Ziegler gravely wounded.
He felt as though that immense force would grind every bone in his body to dust and squeeze all his organs out.
"Pfft—"
Blood sprayed from Ziegler's mouth, staining the ground red.
Ziegler's breathing immediately grew weak.
And Randall was not finished.
Tightening his grip on Ziegler's neck, Randall hurled him into the air.
Then he raised his right leg high and slammed a Death Battle Axe into Ziegler's stomach, stomping him out of the air and back into the ground.
The brutal force spread outward, splitting the ground into a web of cracks.
Ziegler's