Milers asked worriedly, "Randall, are you all right?"
Randall rolled his eyes. "Take a look at me and you'll have your answer."
Hearing that strong, perfectly steady voice, Milers froze.
Then he hurriedly turned his head and saw Randall standing there without a care in the world. The shallow wound on his chest, less than twenty centimeters long, was particularly eye-catching.
Gulp—
Milers couldn't help swallowing.
His feelings were incredibly complicated.
Even though Mihawk's lethal slash hadn't been aimed at him, he had felt as though he and the entire world were about to be cut in two.
He was certain that if that slash had struck him, his body would have been little sturdier than paper, even if he squeezed out every last scrap of Armament Haki he had.
One could only imagine the force Randall had endured facing that slash head-on.
But this result...
Was this really a slash from the World's Greatest Swordsman, rather than some little kid?
"You... this..."
Milers started to speak, then stopped.
Randall smiled. A white light flashed across his chest, and the wound vanished instantly.
Even more outrageously, the cut in his clothes disappeared too.
Seeing this, Milers swallowed again.
"I can accept your wound disappearing. Everyone who knows Life Return is a monster, after all.
But how the hell did your clothes recover too?"
"Oh, that? Technically, I'm not wearing any clothes right now.
The clothes you see are formed from my energy."
"Life breath?"
Milers sucked in a breath.
Life breath was the Navy's name for Randall's Qi.
"Mm-hmm," Randall hummed.
Milers clicked his tongue, looking at Randall as though he were some immortal.
But someone else's feelings were even more complicated than his.
Mihawk's hawklike eyes were filled with bewilderment.
What had happened?
*Was this what all his years