"Oh my, oh my, aren't you capable? I actually felt that finger of yours a little."
Randall praised him.
A smile appeared on his face, but his gaze was ice-cold.
At those words, White Mask's face twisted.
Why was this guy's nose so damn hard?!
He was using ten times his strength!
Ten times!
And he couldn't even pierce a nose?!
As though sensing White Mask's utter frustration, Randall said sympathetically:
"Making my head move at all is already quite an achievement!"
But White Mask felt no comfort whatsoever. If anything, he felt worse.
Then Randall's head, which had tilted backward, slowly returned to its original position, pushing straight against White Mask's finger.
White Mask's expression changed. He immediately poured all his strength into stopping Randall's movement.
But no matter how hard he pushed, even straining until his muscles hurt, he couldn't stop Randall in the slightest.
Slowly but inexorably, Randall pushed White Mask's finger back until their eyes were level.
Looking into Randall's calm eyes, White Mask felt a chill run through his entire body.
What kind of monster was this?
"W-why?! My strength has clearly increased tenfold!"
White Mask was growing hysterical, his composure utterly shattered.
"A tenfold increase in strength? That's a pretty good fruit. Unfortunately, you're too weak yourself."
Randall spoke casually.
As he spoke, Randall lashed a sweeping kick into White Mask's waist, sending him flying.
With a crack, White Mask's entire body became embedded in the wall.
Then Randall paid White Mask no further attention and turned his gaze toward the eerie green currents of air.
The currents slowly swirled and gathered, until a cloaked figure appeared before everyone.
That was quite an entrance.
The people from the South Blue had never seen a Devil Fruit before. Fear spread across their faces as they