Rayleigh's gaze grew even graver as Barre's presence and malice surged.
He held his sword horizontally before him, his Observation Haki fully extended and Haki flowing over the blade.
Bullet raised his arms, which had swollen to three times their size, and clenched his fists.
The air cracked. He grinned viciously and looked at Rayleigh.
Crack-
A deafening noise erupted in front of Bullet.
In the distance, Rayleigh's pupils shrank sharply, and he slashed his sword diagonally upward.
An Air Bullet reached Rayleigh in an instant, striking his blade and exploding.
Boom!
The violent blast sent Rayleigh flying backward.
After landing, he took several steps back to dissipate the force before steadying himself and looking at Bullet.
"How terrifying."
"Those arms tripled in size, and their speed and strength increased severalfold too, did they?"
With that last Air Bullet, Bullet had appeared to remain motionless.
In reality, his swollen arm had thrown a punch with speed and strength beyond what the naked eye could follow, firing an Air Bullet.
Then it had returned to its original position. The naked eye could not catch it, but Observation Haki could detect a trace.
That was how Rayleigh had managed to block it.
Bullet's demonic voice rang out.
"So you blocked it."
"Just what I'd expect from Dark King Rayleigh."
"Then next, you can die."
Bullet drew his thick arms back, took a breath, and unleashed several fierce punches.
One fist-shaped afterimage after another appeared before Bullet.
The air around the Fist Prints seemed to solidify, spreading outward as it was pushed aside.
White bursts of compressed air formed behind the fist-shaped afterimages as more and more Fist Prints appeared.
The Fist Prints left in the air finally seemed to react.
They vanished in an instant, hurtling forward.
The air along the Fist