"Heh..." Bullet slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His knuckles dragged a crimson smear across the wound, and his grin stretched so wide it nearly tore his cheeks.
"The trial's over?" His voice sounded like sandpaper scraping steel, every syllable seething with the desire to fight.
"Roger died... and I lost my only goal."
His bones cracked as he straightened his mountain-like frame.
His knotted muscles gleamed like metal in the sunlight, and Armament Haki flowed over his body as though alive.
It began as fine black markings, then gathered into a surging tide.
"But!!" Bullet suddenly roared, slamming his right fist into the ground.
Boom!! Pitch-black Armament Haki surged outward from him like a tsunami.
The ground disintegrated on contact, and the rubble was pulverized before it could even scatter.
The torrent of pure Armament Haki even warped the light, twisting the distant warship wreckage as though an invisible giant hand were crushing it.
[Devil Form]
By unleashing his Armament Haki to its utmost limit, he dramatically increased both his speed and strength, while his entire body turned pitch-black, like a "devil from hell."
That was also one of the reasons he was called the "Devil's Heir."
"Is... is that really something Armament Haki can do?" Lipo's rabbit ears stood straight up as she watched Bullet transform into a devil.
"He looks just like..." Tesoro's pupils trembled, and he swallowed with difficulty. "A devil!!"
"Emitting and merging Armament Haki? No wonder they call you the 'Devil's Descendant'!"
Gern's black hair streamed behind him as he slowly raised Black Blade: Eight Desolations, the hum of High-Frequency Vibration echoing across the battlefield.
Then he reversed his grip and drove Black Blade: Eight Desolations into the ground. The instant its blade sank into the rock-
Humm-