"Gah!"
Although he had already defended himself with Armament Haki, the blow still made Xie Wen's stomach spasm, and he brought up a mouthful of sour fluid.
This wasn't some mythological world where people grew stronger with age, so why were these old men all so ridiculously powerful? They didn't act their age at all.
Xie Wen grumbled inwardly as he got up from the ground.
After punching Xie Wen, Rayleigh had finally let off a little steam. His mood improved, and he couldn't resist talking again.
"Your Armament Haki is pretty good too. Unfortunately, you're still nowhere near my level." Rayleigh glanced at the wound on his hand again and teased, "If you can't use that move from before, you'd better just take your beating. Maybe I'll go a little easier on you that way."
"Ptooey!"
Xie Wen spat out the stomach acid left in his mouth and put on a brave front. "That punch hurt a bit, but I barely took any damage. By comparison, the wound on your hand is worse, isn't it?"
"Heh... you've got spirit."
Rayleigh grinned. He liked young people who wouldn't back down until they hit a wall.
He had actually misunderstood. If his life were in danger, Xie Wen would still back down or run away as necessary. What was a beating, anyway? Was it as dangerous as Klee Meow's bombs?
But however tough he talked, Xie Wen, a transmigrator, had no talent for suddenly unleashing hidden power. With his raw strength falling short, he could only endure Rayleigh's relentless pummeling. Rayleigh, meanwhile, didn't seem to intend to knock Xie Wen down for good right away. He used just enough Haki to hurt him without putting him out of commission in one hit.
"Waaah! Big Brother Xie Wen doesn't seem to be