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Randall paid no mind to Pietro's provocation.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

This whole string of events had been baffling, from suddenly being told he would be sent to Impel Down to now being made to fight someone.

But Randall knew he had no choice.

In that case, he might as well enjoy the thrill of battle.

"Here I come!"

The moment he spoke, Garp and the other spectators narrowed their eyes.

They could sense that Randall had suddenly changed.

He was like a sheathed blade suddenly drawn, revealing its keen edge.

If Randall's vitality before had been a lamp in the darkness...

Then now, it was a full moon!

A mysterious energy flowed from Randall's heart and coursed throughout his body.

This was the cultivation method from Randall's original world: Blood and Qi Martial Arts.

This energy was called Qi.

It could grant martial artists extraordinary power beyond anything ordinary people could imagine!

Pietro narrowed his eyes as well. He was too weak to clearly sense the Qi.

But he felt that the seemingly harmless boy before him had suddenly become different.

"I'm coming!"

Before he finished speaking, Randall stomped hard against the floor, the recoil sending him shooting toward Pietro like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Bam—

Their fists collided.

The punch drove Pietro back two meters before he barely managed to regain his balance.

His expression turned awkward.

Although he had blocked the punch, he felt he had embarrassed himself.

He had thought his opponent posed no threat whatsoever, but that punch had exceeded his expectations.

"Damn it! You asked for this!"

Humiliated and furious, Pietro stamped his feet against the ground over a dozen times in an instant, and his figure vanished.

Shave!

Randall froze for a moment, but in the next instant, he followed his instincts and dodged left. A swift fist brushed past him.

Yet no sooner had he evaded that punch than a second came hurtling at him from another direction.

I can't dodge it.

Randall made a quick judgment and raised his arms in front of him to block.

Bam—

Randall was sent flying two or three meters.

Pietro smiled smugly and stole a glance at the bigwigs' expressions.

But he discovered that none of them were paying attention to him. Instead, their eyes were fixed on that brat.

The corners of his mouth, which had just curled upward, instantly drooped.

What was so interesting about that brat?!

Was it just because he was good-looking?!

Who knew the bigwigs were all the sort to care only about appearances?!

I'd really misjudged them!

Still, he couldn't afford to offend them.

So the furious Pietro took his anger out on Randall.

His ghostlike Shave seemed almost like teleportation as he kept appearing on every side of Randall, raining punches down on him in a furious storm.

Randall struggled to fend him off.

Yet the more battered Randall became, the more frustrated Pietro grew.

I was clearly stronger!

Why weren't the bigwigs watching me?

It was all this brat's fault!

Die!

Pietro was truly striking to kill now.

All he could think was that since this brat wasn't a Marine anyway, the bigwigs couldn't blame him if he "accidentally" beat him to death.

But blinded by rage, Pietro failed to notice that Randall was growing increasingly accustomed to his rapid attacks and blocking them with greater and greater ease.

At first, nine out of every ten punches had landed.

But gradually, only eight landed, then seven...

Pietro hadn't noticed, but the bigwigs had.

Their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

They had originally been interested in that unusual energy, but now Randall's own talent had captured their attention.

How little time had passed, and he was already adapting to the speed of Shave.

Granted, Pietro's Shave wasn't particularly fast, but this was still astonishing.

This boy was simply born to fight!

What happened next made their eyes widen even further.

Though Randall was battered, his eyes shone.

After blocking one of his opponent's punches, before the next could arrive, he suddenly stamped his feet against the ground over a dozen times!

With a swish, Randall vanished from where he stood.

Pietro's punch struck empty air, making him stumble and nearly fall.

What had just happened?

Had that brat suddenly disappeared?

Before he could recover, pain struck his back, and he went flying.

Zephyr, the cool-looking old man with purple hair, exclaimed in astonishment, "He... his movements are rough, but he really pulled it off! This... this talent..."

With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell that Randall had never encountered the Six Powers before.

But that was precisely what shocked him.

How much time had even passed?

Less than ten minutes, surely!

At the recruit camp, that was barely enough time for him to give a single demonstration.

Yet in that tiny span of time, simply by watching his opponent use it, Randall had learned one of the Six Powers!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it in a million damn years.

Behind him, Borsalino pursed his lips and said:

"What a frightening young man~ He took even less time than I did back then~"

Zephyr's face darkened, but surprisingly, he didn't snap back.

Though he disliked Borsalino, he had to admit that his talent was the most outstanding he had ever seen.

And even Borsalino had needed half an hour to learn Shave and successfully execute it.

That was with Zephyr's careful instruction, too!

In the fighting area, Pietro climbed off the ground in a daze before his brain finally caught up with what had happened.

"You know Shave? Then why didn't you use it before? Were you deliberately toying with me?!"

Randall answered innocently, "I didn't know it before. I only learned it after watching you demonstrate!"

Pietro's first reaction was disbelief, but he instinctively glanced at the bigwigs around him and found that every one of them looked astonished.

Only then did he realize that the brat was telling the truth.

But how was that possible?

How could he accept such a cruel reality?

How long had it taken me to learn Shave?

A month? Several months?

And how long had this brat taken? Ten minutes?

Could the gap between people really be this vast?

Pietro's face twisted.

Just then, Randall seemed to remember something and suddenly said:

"Oh, right, thanks! This skill is really useful! Thanks for being so generous with your instruction!"

Hearing that, Pietro felt as though an arrow had pierced his heart.

"No! Pfft!"

The poor soldier couldn't accept reality, and his vision went dark.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fainted.

The bigwigs around them all looked disgusted. To think this man was from the Elite Camp, yet his mental fortitude was so poor.

Then their gazes settled on Randall in admiration.

Though the fight had been brief, it had been enough to show them plenty.

Extraordinary combat instincts, monstrous learning ability, and that mysterious energy that strengthened both his physique and vitality, enhancing him in every respect—this boy's future was limitless!

He might well become another monster like those three Admiral candidates!

Zephyr said outright, "Come join my Elite Camp! I'll teach you!"