At the sight, the Warriors Three saw red.
The portly Volstagg roared and raised his massive double-bladed battle-axe, which weighed hundreds of pounds. Like a moving mountain of flesh, he brought it down toward Yang Ming's head!
"Die, you heartless quack!"
The axe swept down with a howling gale behind it. This blow could have cleaved a heavy armored vehicle in half.
Yang Ming remained comfortably reclined in his lounge chair, without so much as shifting his backside.
He adjusted his Gold-Rimmed Glasses and leisurely set down his white porcelain coffee cup.
"Damaging clinic property carries a five-million-dollar fine."
Before his words had faded, Yang Ming slowly extended his right hand.
Armament Haki, activate!
Bzz-
His index and middle fingers were instantly coated in ink-black haki with a metallic sheen.
At the very last instant before the axe struck his forehead, Yang Ming casually caught the massive, crushing weapon between two fingers.
Clang!
An exceedingly deep crash rang out.
Violent gusts radiated from the two of them, making Yang Ming's white coat snap in the wind, yet the lounge chair beneath him never budged.
"This... this is impossible!"
The fat on Volstagg's face shook violently. His face flushed crimson with exertion, veins bulging along his arms as he poured every last ounce of strength into them.
To his horror, however, his axe felt as though it had struck an immovable divine mountain. Those two seemingly delicate fingers held it fast; he could neither push it forward an inch nor pull it free!
"The material's pretty good. Too bad the man wielding it is so weak."
A sly, cold smile curled Yang Ming's lips as he applied a little pressure with his fingers.
Crack!
Under Volstagg's disbelieving stare, Yang Ming actually squeezed two deep finger marks into the edge of the