"No, that wasn't it! The one who attacked was Enma—Enma Randall!
Didn't you feel that Conqueror's Haki?
E-Enma, he... he injured Mihawk with nothing but his Conqueror's Haki!"
The binoculars slipped from the observer's hands.
The others looked shaken at his words.
"No, that can't be right. Your eyes must have been playing tricks on you.
How could something like Conqueror's Haki actually hurt anyone?"
"R-right! That's simply impossible!"
The man with the binoculars said hoarsely:
"I couldn't have seen it wrong.
Besides, that was Enma."
At that, everyone fell silent.
Right. That was Enma. That alone was the best explanation.
But if he could injure someone like Mihawk, a man capable of competing for a world-class title, with Conqueror's Haki alone...
Just how strong did that make Enma?
Meanwhile, Randall and the others were having a warm, friendly conversation.
Mihawk was proud, but he wasn't stupid.
Randall was clearly far stronger than him.
Probably only the strongest slash of his entire life, delivered on the brink of death, would give him any chance of killing Randall.
There was no shame in being a little more civil toward someone strong.
Randall narrowed his eyes and stared at Mihawk without saying a word.
One second. Three seconds. Five seconds.
Only when Mihawk began feeling thoroughly uneasy did Randall finally speak.
"Naturally, I came here on a mission."
As soon as he said that, he could feel Mihawk's body visibly tense.
Randall sneered inwardly, but paid it no mind and simply continued:
"Of course, that mission has nothing to do with you as you are now. Feel free to begin your duel."
Both Mihawk and Solder felt a stir in their hearts.
Neither was stupid. Hearing Randall's loaded words, they immediately thought of something.
If it had nothing to do with them