Before long, a strangely designed submarine surfaced.
Once the submarine steadied, a powerfully built man pushed open the hatch, revealing his upper body.
An oppressively towering frame, a military uniform, long blond hair, headphone-like earmuffs, and a vicious, merciless gaze.
Randall recognized this powerhouse, famous in the original story, at a glance.
The Demon Heir, Douglas Bullet!
Well, damn. Just damn.
I'd really drawn the worst possible lot.
Of all people, I had to run into this monster.
Now Bullet stood facing him across the water.
His demonic aura grew even more overwhelming.
It made Randall instinctively start calculating how long he could last against him.
Then he reached a conclusion.
If Bullet got serious from the start, he probably wouldn't last a minute.
The gap was that enormous!
Bullet sized Randall up and said,
"Not bad. You managed to break through the wind from my punch.
...Come on!"
He beckoned to Randall with a finger and climbed all the way out of the submarine.
At the same time, his aura erupted in full. His powerful Conqueror's Haki poured out recklessly, as though it cost him nothing, washing over the world and battering Randall's mind.
Provoked by it, Randall's Conqueror's Haki burst out of him as well.
A thunderclap rang out in the air.
Black-and-red arcs flashed wildly between them.
Even the space around them darkened considerably.
A look of surprise crossed Bullet's face.
Then he raised the intensity of his Conqueror's Haki another notch.
Randall had already been at a disadvantage in their clash.
Now he was completely overwhelmed.
Visually, Bullet's blue completely engulfed Randall's red.
Randall could only struggle to survive within his own tiny patch of territory.
Seeing this, Bullet lifted his chin and lowered his eyes.
It was the classic look of utter contempt.
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