Facing Kaido, Randall couldn't help marveling as he watched him recover yet again.
Seriously, Zoans were such a damn nuisance. That regenerative power was ridiculous.
Especially Ancient Zoans and Mythical Zoans. Once they awakened, their recovery was practically a cheat.
It was as if their stamina bar and health bar had merged.
Randall couldn't help thinking of Whitebeard's ship doctor, Marco.
Mythical Zoan: Phoenix Form. Damn, immortality was right there in the name. Wouldn't that put his regeneration through the roof?
Why not kill him now, before he came into his own?
Once he awakened, he might be even harder to kill than Kaido.
But on second thought, Marco was different from Kaido. Seastone was a fatal weakness for him.
Without his Devil Fruit powers, he only had the physique of an "ordinary person."
Hmm, forget it. I'll spare him.
After all, killing him meant getting past Whitebeard.
Whitebeard was still in his prime, the undisputed World's Strongest Man.
Of course, that excluded Imu, whose true strength remained unknown.
Aboard the Moby Dick, Marco was lounging on a mast when a sudden chill ran through him.
It felt as though something terrifying had set its sights on him.
The fright made him lose his balance and fall straight off the mast.
"Huh? Marco, what kind of pose is that?"
"Hahaha! Marco's such a loser!"
Marco climbed off the deck, already putting that strange feeling out of his mind.
The priority now was teaching those bastards a lesson!
Kaido had no idea what Randall was thinking. He was racking his brains for a way to escape.
Then his eyes narrowed, and he actually charged at Randall.
"Oh? Not trying to run away and be a coward anymore?"
Randall taunted him.
"You damned bastard! All you can do is run your mouth!"