He reached out and curled his fingers around empty air, and a black-and-red spear took shape.
Then he aimed its sharp tip at Jozu.
"Jozu, watch out!"
Marco's pupils contracted.
But Jozu was already moving at top speed, and he was only five meters from Randall.
The next second, a sound rang out that set everyone's teeth on edge.
Jozu's Brutal Collision was forcibly halted.
He lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the spear buried in the left side of his chest.
His supposedly unrivaled diamond defenses might as well not have existed.
Jozu gave a grunt, and blood welled up from his throat.
He died with his eyes wide open.
Randall flicked his arm, sending Jozu's corpse flying.
Whether deliberately or not, the corpse landed right in front of Marco.
"Jozu!"
"Too noisy."
Randall glanced toward Marco.
Instantly, every sound ceased.
All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground, their eyes wide open and blood pouring from every opening in their faces.
Even the Phoenix could not escape death in the end.
Nearby, the members of the other two pirate crews swallowed hard.
Just one glance.
What the fuck? Was this some kind of game?
Stop playing dead! Get up!
They were fucking terrified!
Kaido's and Shanks's breathing grew much heavier.
They were pirate Emperors! Countless pirates revered them.
They stood at the very pinnacle of the seas!
But before this man, they had only one identity.
Ants.
They hated to admit it, but that was the truth. They possessed the power to destroy the world, yet they were still mere ants.
All he needed was a little pressure to crush them to death.
It really was an awful feeling.
Was this how other pirates felt when facing them?
Their lives were already entirely in his