At those words, Pell began to doubt his own ears.
He stuck out his little finger and carefully dug around in his ear, then asked:
"What did you just say?"
The man repeated himself.
Hearing that answer again, Pell turned to stone.
"Th-that thing... a-a person did that?!"
"Yes!" Every member of the Guard Corps nodded furiously.
"And... and with just one swing?"
As he spoke, even Pell's lips began to tremble.
"Yes!"
With that second confirmation, Pell turned to stone again.
Good grief, was that guy even human?
He had eaten a Devil Fruit himself, after all, so he knew that miraculous powers existed in this world.
But creating a spectacle brimming with the awesome might of nature with a mere flick of the hand? That was going too far!
He couldn't help gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Pell practiced swordsmanship too, but his skills were still within the bounds of normal humans. He simply couldn't imagine what level that man, that Golden-Haired Demon, had reached.
Forget imagining it—before today, if anyone had told him someone like that existed, he wouldn't have believed a word!
"Captain Pell really lives up to his name as Pell the Falcon!
He actually dared to shout at those two!"
The guards all gazed at Pell with fervent admiration in their eyes.
Cold sweat streamed down Pell's forehead.
Forget the falcon—you lot are the real menaces! The Menace Corps!
Only now did he realize just how dangerous his earlier actions had been.
Someone like that could probably erase him with a casual swing of a sword or a single punch!
And he had actually dared to make demands of someone like that?!
Who gave me the nerve? Huh?
The fact that he was still alive probably wasn't because those two