After taking that punch, Randall was in bad shape.
Several Vice Admirals wore expressions that said they had expected as much.
When Sengoku saw Randall's injuries, his expression tightened at first, then relaxed, only to turn puzzled.
Randall flew backward less than ten meters before his feet touched the ground. After plowing furrows another two or three meters long, he completely dissipated the force of Bullet's punch and came to a stop.
Randall raised his head and grinned at Bullet.
Then, under Bullet's shocked gaze, he reached out with his left hand and forcibly wrenched his right hand back from its unnatural angle.
With a crack and wisps of white smoke, Randall's right hand returned to normal.
Another black flash followed, and the previously battered armor reappeared on his body, completely intact.
This chain of events left everyone dumbfounded.
"N-no way!"
Seeing Randall take a solid hit from Bullet only to recover in the blink of an eye, the Vice Admirals nearly had their eyes pop out of their heads.
Randall had certainly suffered serious injuries before, but now... this was practically the same as not being injured at all!
Could it be that they had still underestimated Randall's strength?!
"Bullet, you seem to have gotten weaker!"
Now recovered, Randall taunted Bullet.
Bullet: hatred +10086.
When had Bullet ever suffered such humiliation? His eyes immediately turned red.
He completely ignored Sengoku standing nearby, stomped hard against the ground, and charged straight at Randall.
His actions caught Sengoku off guard, too.
By the time Sengoku came to his senses, it was already too late to stop him.
Damn it! he cried inwardly.
He immediately sprang into motion and pursued Bullet.
But it was already too late. By the time he moved, Bullet's fist was already coming down.
"Alloy Bullet!"
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