Randall walked up to a cell and looked at Golden Lion inside.
Golden Lion had completely lost his spirit.
An aging lion was no different from any other animal.
He raised his head and looked at Randall, a trace of shock in his eyes.
"It really is you. Your Conqueror's Haki has actually reached this level."
Golden Lion's voice was filled with disbelief and bewilderment.
He could guarantee that even in his prime, even Roger himself, could not match the Conqueror's Haki Randall had just unleashed.
Golden Lion even felt that it had surpassed the limits of humanity.
Yet not long ago, when he had been defeated, his Conqueror's Haki had still been evenly matched with Randall's.
Randall looked down at Golden Lion and only spoke after a long moment.
"You're still alive, Golden Lion."
Golden Lion scoffed, lowered his head, and ignored Randall.
But his figure became even more hunched.
Randall shook his head, then headed toward another somewhat familiar presence.
When he reached the cell, the man inside stared at Randall with wide eyes.
"To think that brat from back then has already reached this level."
Bullet's face twisted into a savage expression, like a demon ready to devour anyone in its path.
"Heh. Can't accept it, Bullet?
Your presence seems a little stronger than before.
Too bad I'm even stronger!"
Bullet was just about to retort when a surge of Conqueror's Haki even fiercer than before descended upon him.
He grunted, feeling as though thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain.
The almost tangible pressure made even breathing difficult.
The burst of Conqueror's Haki vanished in an instant, but Bullet remained dazed for a long time.
He had been stunned senseless.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
*Conqueror's Haki alone. Randall had forced me to