Randall felt a surge of excitement as he looked at the energy ball resting in his hand, its colors flickering constantly.
It worked!
With this ratio, he could control it perfectly, keeping the energy ball balanced until it entered effective attack range.
However, that balance was far too fragile. Any outside force would make it explode prematurely.
But that did not matter. What mattered now was testing its power.
With that thought, Randall glanced at the sea behind him, then turned back and fixed his gaze on Bullet.
Following the principle of wasting nothing, Randall decided that throwing this experimental creation at Bullet was the best choice.
Only now, Bullet was on guard. If Randall recklessly hurled it over, he might end up blowing up Sengoku too.
In that case, I'll take the initiative.
At worst, I'll have to take another punch from him.
Randall immediately entered his shattered state again—his body turned pitch-black, and white magma patterns surfaced across it.
His battle wings, formed from six pairs of twelve double-pointed cones, also appeared on his back.
With a blazing burst of light and flame, Randall shot forward.
Bullet had been keeping a close watch on every movement around him. His eyes flashed, and after exchanging a palm strike with Sengoku, he retreated, warily watching Randall approach.
Before, he might have been able to ignore Randall's attacks entirely.
But after taking a hit from Randall's Qi Wave: Modified, he no longer dared underestimate him.
At the very least, Randall's power was already enough to affect his battle with Sengoku.
In fact, Bullet had already begun unconsciously treating Randall as an opponent on his own level.
He simply had not realized it himself.
Now, seeing Randall charge straight at him, he inwardly cursed, Despicable!
*The Marines have no honor! They're ganging