Charlotte stared in astonishment at Randall, who had stopped her Broken Blade dead simply by raising one arm.
Even the sword's face showed shock.
The strike had not left so much as a scratch on his armor.
"Charlotte Linlin, I don't have time to fight you right now."
Randall jerked his arm upward, and Charlotte Linlin felt an immense force rush straight at her.
Her enormous, nine-meter body actually flew backward like a balloon.
"Damn you!"
Charlotte Linlin roared. Prometheus moved above her head, blazing fiercely like the rage in her heart.
Napoleon in hand, flames crowning her head, and lightning guarding her body—this was the battle form of Charlotte Linlin, one of the Three Emperors.
Yet Randall completely ignored that devastating display of power and turned toward Katakuri and the others.
Then he started walking toward them.
Seeing Randall's actions, both Katakuri and Perospero looked utterly incredulous.
Get this straight—your opponent is a pirate emperor!
Is it really wise to ignore her like that?
Charlotte Linlin certainly didn't think so. Prometheus above her head instantly swelled to more than twice his size.
"Damn you, Randall! Now you've really made me angry!"
Black-and-red lightning flashed. At that moment, Charlotte Linlin resembled a demonic god bent on destroying the world.
To the strong, their dignity was almost more important than their lives.
Randall's behavior was no longer a simple refusal to show her respect. He was tearing Charlotte Linlin's dignity off her face and running a Sea Train back and forth over it.
She went completely berserk.
"Prometheus! Primordial Flame!"
Before her words had faded, the flames above her head erupted, swelling and churning as terrifying power built within them.
The next second, an enormous pillar of fire blasted out, spanning heaven and earth.
Enhanced by a Devil Fruit, the flames