"Impossible! How could the gap be this huge?!
This has to be fake! Die!"
One of the twelve men broke down.
He drew his long blade and charged at Randall, his face twisted with panic and viciousness.
Randall narrowed his eyes and kicked the man, blasting him into a shower of flesh and blood.
The remaining eleven men's pupils contracted.
One hit. Just a single hit!
"No, we can't beat him. The gap is too big.
Run! We have to run!"
One man stared at the remarkably even spread of flesh and blood, cold sweat pouring off him as his calves shook uncontrollably.
With that, he stopped caring whether anyone would laugh at him and turned to flee, trembling all over.
Bang—
The air boomed, sending ripples outward.
A transparent column of air stretched into the distance.
Randall slowly drew back his right fist.
The remaining ten pirates turned their heads in stiff, jerky motions, only to see a familiar flower of flesh and blood blooming on the ground in the distance.
Their clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Run? There's no escape!
Several pirates screamed inwardly.
They regretted it. They truly regretted it.
They were frogs at the bottom of a well, utterly ignorant of how vast the sky was.
No amount of numbers could make up for such overwhelming power!
Several of the pirates' teeth chattered.
They figured that since they could neither escape nor win, surrender was their only option.
Whatever happened, they had to survive first.
At that thought, they abandoned their pride and were about to kneel and beg for mercy.
"Vice Admiral Randall, finish them off.
We don't have any spare ships to transport prisoners."
Akainu suddenly spoke.
At his words, the pirates who had been about to beg for mercy froze.
In