The clash of three bursts of Conqueror's Haki sent goosebumps crawling over the Corrupt King and the others.
It did not quite crush them, but these four silver medalists could no longer muster any ulterior motives, at least for a good long while.
Unlike Red Count, whose life had suddenly begun flashing before his eyes,
Bullet was not quite so sensitive. He felt as though he had suddenly stumbled into an abyss.
Roger and Garp possessed a tangible kind of strength, a beauty in sheer numbers. It made Bullet feel that, as long as he worked hard, he would have a chance someday.
Bondrewd, however, was something he had never encountered before.
Bullet had been a child soldier and considered himself no stranger to hell.
But Bondrewd's wickedness still pushed his psychological limits to entirely new heights.
Could a person really be this evil!?
While Bullet was questioning everything he knew about life,
Red Count withdrew his Conqueror's Haki first. His expression took on a somewhat... strangely resolute cast, a solemn, almost saintly look that seemed rather out of character.
Bondrewd and Bullet also reined in their auras in unspoken agreement.
The air in the hall seemed to begin flowing again.
Crescent Moon Hunter exhaled. She had not realized she had been holding her breath.
Great Battleship's Adam's apple bobbed, his enormous body trembling.
Big Wine Jar had sobered up. All the alcohol had turned to sweat and evaporated.
The Corrupt King had harbored a little ambition before. Now he was as docile as a cat.
Bullet spoke with difficulty.
"Alliance Leader."
He said those two words first.
"You have my recognition. But watch yourself. One day, I'll challenge you."
Bondrewd looked at him, his vertical purple light flashing once.
"Mr. Bullet, I am merely a scholar, not a warrior.