Jinx, leader of the Pirate Alliance, stared at Randall, swallowing over and over.
He realized that things were nothing like he had expected.
And the difference was something that could determine the outcome.
Randall's strength had completely exceeded his estimates.
And not by a small margin, either.
The gap was so great that their numbers now meant nothing more than numbers.
The sight of Randall splitting the sea with one punch kept replaying in his mind.
Jinx wanted none of it, but his brain had ideas of its own.
The scene replayed relentlessly, and with every replay, his terror intensified.
Up above, Blond Mohawk and the others who had charged out earlier were all dumbstruck.
Their clothes quickly darkened.
Cold sweat poured off them like rain.
If they hadn't charged out, they would have been caught in that punch too.
Now they felt the lingering dread of a narrow escape, fear of the unknown, and overwhelming regret all at once.
"H-how is that possible? Is that something a human can do?"
"No, I don't believe it! That has to be fake! It's all an illusion!"
Some of the lackeys went mad on the spot.
"Hmm, my aim was a little off. I should've wiped them all out with one punch.
Now I'll need two."
Randall clicked his tongue, sounding resigned.
Aequus and Christa rolled their eyes in unison.
Just look at those pirates. They were practically scared to death, yet he still wasn't satisfied with the result.
With a thud, the captain aboard the ship closest to Randall dropped to his knees before him.
"Lord Randall, spare me! I'll surrender! I'll surrender!"
His face twitched as he spoke, tears the size of soybeans streaming from his eyes.
The captain was scared out of his wits, his mind utterly blank.
Seeing