"Even if you were still in your prime, the outcome wouldn't change!"
Randall didn't mince his words.
Rayleigh froze at that, then gave a series of bitter chuckles.
Indeed, with Randall's strength, even Roger and Whitebeard would have come off badly.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Rayleigh swept his hand over the severed stump at his shoulder, and the bleeding stopped.
But waves of bone-deep pain still assaulted his nerves.
He knew he had lost.
The great Dark King Rayleigh had actually been defeated in such a short time.
And it had taken only two moves.
What made it sting even more was that the man who had defeated him wasn't even half his age.
"Heh, are you going to kill me?"
Rayleigh looked at Randall.
His lenses had shattered in the earlier shock waves, leaving Randall's image fractured in his eyes.
That only deepened the oppressive feeling in his heart.
"What, even the great Dark King Rayleigh, the man who won't shut up about the pirate spirit, is afraid of dying?"
Randall sneered.
Rayleigh didn't get angry at that. He merely said:
"Quite a temper you've got.
What I'm trying to say is, if you kill me, aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the rest of the Roger Pirates?
Their strength might not amount to much to you.
But for other people, that's another story."
No one wanted to die if they could live.
Unless death was also a means of achieving their goal.
Clearly, that wasn't the case for Rayleigh.
At that, Randall burst out laughing.
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"Finally showing your true colors, pirate Rayleigh?
Of course. This is what pirates are. This is your so-called pirate spirit!
Nothing but a bunch of garbage on the seas, and you have the nerve to talk about