Gaban would never have imagined it.
Randall had never plotted any schemes.
Acting as bait didn't count, okay?
One side was willing to offer, and the other was willing to take. It was an open, aboveboard ploy.
Randall's confidence came entirely from his strength.
From beginning to end, he had intended to overwhelm them with sheer power.
Still, not knowing that yet was a blessing of sorts.
After all, schemes could be foiled. But absolute strength?
Gaban suppressed his unease and stubbornly swung his axe at Randall's head.
He refused to believe Randall was that tough everywhere!
At the same time, Aokiji had also engaged the other three.
"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak! ˂⁽ˈ₍ ⁾˲₎₌"
"Ice Age!"
"Ice Time!"
"Ice Time Capsule!"
He hurled a barrage of powerful ice techniques straight into their faces as though they cost him nothing.
The three were battered from head to toe.
The temperature around them plummeted.
Within seconds, it had dropped to dozens of degrees below zero.
The surrounding soldiers couldn't take it anymore, desperately rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.
Their breath turned straight into icy mist.
"Retreat for now!"
Christa gave the order as she fought.
The soldiers fled the frozen battlefield as though they had been granted a pardon.
By then, the remaining attackers had reached the foot of the Execution Platform.
They raised their fists, each as large as a cooking pot, ready to smash the Execution Platform to pieces.
"You'd better behave yourselves. I can't let you destroy the Execution Platform."
Randall spoke calmly.
Before his words had faded, a surge of Conqueror's Haki powerful enough to suppress heaven and earth descended on the attackers.
They spat blood one after another, every last one of them drained of strength.
Immediately afterward, Gaban's axe struck Randall's head.
With a