"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Randall gave Fester a puzzled look.
Fester frowned, about to ask why this young man refused to listen to reason.
But he never got the words out.
The instant Randall finished speaking, white light flashed over his body.
Then Fester watched as the wound stopped bleeding and healed.
In the blink of an eye, the fatal injury vanished without a trace.
Randall then shook his entire body, scattering the blood on him into a fine powder.
His skin was now clean and fair, his complexion rosy, and his vitality brimming. He looked nothing like someone who had just been injured!
"You..."
Fester stared at Randall as if he had seen a ghost, pointing at him and stammering without managing to finish his sentence.
"Life Return. A pirate at your level should have heard of it."
Randall spoke as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Fester felt his chest tighten.
He had heard of Life Return, and he had even seen Marines use it.
But what those Marines used was nothing like yours!
Aside from the white flash, they had absolutely nothing in common!
Are you sure you aren't a Heal-Heal Fruit Ability User?
Then his expression shifted again and again.
Randall had recovered. Didn't that mean he had no chance left?
One look at his face told Randall what he was thinking.
"You weren't still thinking of escaping, were you? Didn't you notice the Floating Cannons are still behind me?"
Fester instinctively looked behind Randall.
All one hundred and eight pink spheres of light were still there.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
With those spheres present, even if Randall had only one breath left, his chances of escape would be virtually zero.
*So I never had a