By the time that light reached the skies above Onigashima, even Marco and the others were struggling to stay on their feet.
They looked at the grunts sprawled on the ground, nearly unconscious, with a little envy.
The grunts could forget about keeping up appearances. They couldn't!
Their dignity wasn't just their own—it belonged to their captains, too!
Suddenly, the light vanished.
The figures within were revealed.
A strikingly handsome man held an enchanting woman in his arms.
They descended from the sky, yet landed as gently as feathers.
Not a speck of dust stirred.
Just two people, both Marines.
They landed so calmly on Onigashima, which was now filled entirely with pirates.
Pirates surrounded them: three pirate Emperors and their crews.
Dozens of renowned fighters.
And a whole horde of grunts.
Yet no one thought there was anything strange about it.
After all, that man was Enma Randall.
Only he could remain so calm before pirate Emperors.
And he was facing three of them at once.
Anyone else—even Akainu—wouldn't dare be so reckless.
Randall swept his gaze around.
Aside from Whitebeard, Shanks, and Kaido, everyone who met his eyes instinctively turned their head away. Even Benn Beckman did the same.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Even though all he had actually done was glance at them.
But with his immense strength and fearsome record behind him, looking at Randall felt like standing before a celestial god.
The scene was absurd.
Three Emperor-class pirate crews had joined forces, only to be overwhelmed by one man's presence.
It looked more like one man had surrounded the whole lot of them.
"Oh, everyone's here."
Randall spoke as though he were making small talk.
Shanks and the others wore strange expressions at his words.
He shouldn't act like they were old friends.
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