The customers in the café desperately wanted to leave.
But Mad Blade's men had completely blocked the entrance.
Now they could only huddle in the corners and pray Mad Blade wouldn't notice them.
All the while, they cursed Randall viciously in their hearts.
Why couldn't you just let him kill you and get it over with? Why did you have to provoke him?
Mad Blade Corien raised his massive saber and swung it down at Randall's shoulder.
The blade sliced through the air with a chilling shriek.
It seemed Randall's blood would splatter everywhere in the next instant.
Although Christa had told her how powerful Randall was, Caris still felt her heart clench at the sight.
Feeling the pressure on her hand, Christa gave hers a gentle squeeze in return.
"Don't worry, sis. Even I could dodge something that slow!"
Christa meant it, but Caris didn't take her seriously.
The blade descended, coming within a hair's breadth of Randall's shoulder.
The pirates of the Mad Blade Pirates already wore excited grins, while the pirates among the customers looked delighted as well.
But the next instant, the blade swept down through nothing but empty air.
At some point, Randall had vanished from where he stood.
Mad Blade Corien's breath caught.
He had kept his attention fixed on Randall the entire time, yet even he hadn't noticed when Randall disappeared.
Unease began to churn inside him.
No way. Is this brat actually an expert? But he looks like nothing more than a wet-behind-the-ears kid.
"Enough of these cheap tricks! You must've eaten some weird Devil Fruit!
I've killed plenty of ability users before!"
Corien's eyes shifted, and he decided he had figured out the truth.
He felt a hand settle on top of his head.
It was Randall, who had somehow appeared