Eight hundred years sounded short.
But it was an awfully long stretch of time.
Given eight hundred years, Randall could have shattered a planet.
He could have unleashed a true Galaxian Explosion.
But Randall had been in the world of pirates for less than twenty years.
In under twenty years, he had already gained strength that placed him below only one person and above everyone else.
He could even exchange a few moves with Imu, provided Imu held back.
Meanwhile, the likes of Roger, Whitebeard, and Garp had trained their entire lives.
Yet they were not even strong enough to face Imu head-on.
Unfortunately, Randall did not care about that sense of superiority.
It did him no good, either.
The situation was already perfectly clear.
Either Imu died, or he did.
What he needed was the strength to defeat Imu.
So, since ordinary training offered no clear way forward, he had to think of something else.
First, he ruled out the three Ancient Weapons.
After all, Poseidon was powerful. Used properly, it could destroy the entire world without a problem.
But its ability to hurt a single powerful opponent was extremely limited.
Even Randall himself had nothing to fear from Poseidon, let alone Imu.
As for Pluton, it was just a warship.
Even the wildest rumors only claimed it could destroy an island with a single shot.
Randall could already do that with a basic attack.
And as for Uranus, no one even knew what it was yet.
Still, if it ranked alongside Pluton and Poseidon, it could probably only threaten top-tier fighters.
After eliminating the wrong answers, Randall thought of something.
The Energy Steroids in the Tamate Box.
Originally, Randall had not paid them much attention.
After all, their showing when they first appeared had been downright pathetic.
Hody