After assessing his current strength, Randall felt the excitement of finally getting a handle on his technique gradually fade.
He knew he was still a long way from the top tier.
The gap was far greater than a single trump card could bridge.
Or rather, only once he reached that level could his technique deliver a decisive finish.
He was still nowhere near it.
When he could take a blow from a top-tier fighter with only minor injuries, instead of ending up in such a sorry state and having to drive Life Return at full tilt just to stay conscious, his defenses would truly have entered the top tier.
Only then would he barely qualify as capable of protecting himself on these seas! (Laughs)
If anyone else heard that line of thinking, they would probably choke.
So only someone who could take a top-tier fighter's attack with minor injuries counted as capable of protecting themselves?
By his standards, hardly anyone on these seas could protect themselves.
Time ticked by.
Sengoku and Bullet's battle continued.
Bullet kept watching for another vicious hit from Randall. He was already at a disadvantage in the fight; a few more blows from Randall would probably spell the end.
But Randall had behaved himself since then.
His experiment had succeeded, so he went back to pondering his technique.
He no longer needed to worry about the battle anyway.
Yet the better Randall behaved, the more uneasy Bullet grew.
He kept feeling that Randall was saving up something big for him.
Before long, a day had passed.
The battle between the two remained just as fierce.
After blocking a punch from Bullet, Sengoku casually glanced aside, only for his eyes to widen.
"Garp?!"
At that name, Bullet's face twisted on the spot.
Just hearing it gave him