The sheer density of the attacks made anyone watching feel their scalp crawl.
What did hundreds of flying slashes mean?
Even the simplest slash from a Swordsman, multiplied by hundreds, was enough to reduce a mountain range to dust.
If they landed on Grey Island, the island would vanish from the map!
And visually, the spectacle was even more outrageous.
It was like a curtain of multicolored light bearing down on someone.
As for the countless bullets, if they were piled together, their sheer weight alone would be enough to crush someone to death!
Even Aokiji felt his scalp prickle at the sight of that vast barrage.
Granted, he could render those attacks harmless simply by turning into his element.
But that did nothing to stop the sight from unnerving him.
Yet faced with such an attack, Randall remained perfectly calm.
When the pirates saw that Randall wasn't dodging, and had even abandoned any attempt at defense, their expressions began to turn twisted.
"So this is Enma? Seeing him in person sure doesn't live up to his reputation."
"Has he been scared stupid?"
"Wouldn't be surprising. Even our captain would be dumbstruck by an attack this dense."
"Heh, who wouldn't lose their head facing something like this?
"There won't be a scrap of Enma left!"
Gaban and the others turned to look as well.
Watching Randall on the verge of being swallowed by the slashes, they couldn't help feeling a surge of anticipation.
Only Gaban felt a weight in his heart.
An attack like this was powerful, even more powerful than his island-splitting axe strike.
But only if all that energy could be concentrated into a single point might it break through Randall's defenses.
Scattered like this, its chances were slim.
Seeing that Randall still wasn't preparing to act, Aokiji