"Cough... cough, cough..."
Bullet struggled out of the human-shaped crater, coughing violently. Every cough brought up mouthfuls of blood and fragments of shattered organs.
Most of the ribs in his chest were broken. His entire right arm, having taken the full impact of "Divine Departure," was twisted at an unnatural angle, its bones clearly pulverized.
Just one move!
That man had used just one move to leave him, the "Demon Heir," critically injured and on the brink of death!
"Ha... haha... hahahahaha..."
Yet faced with such grievous injuries, Bullet showed not a trace of pain or despair. Instead, he grinned and let out a low laugh even more crazed and bloodthirsty than Roger's.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. His beastlike eyes remained fixed on the "Pirate King" floating in the distance, sword in hand, black-and-red lightning coiling around its blade. Unprecedented excitement and fervor burned in his eyes!
"Yes! That's it! That's the feeling!"
Bullet's voice was hoarse and filled with sick pleasure.
"That pressure of knowing I could be killed at any moment! That thrill of dancing madly on the edge of death!"
"Wonderful! This is absolutely wonderful, Gol D. Roger!"
Before everyone's eyes, his burly body began to change in bizarre ways.
His broken bones, shattered organs, and twisted arm began to writhe, heal, and reconstruct themselves under his monstrous regenerative power, at a visible, utterly absurd speed!
Within just a few breaths, he was back at his peak, as though those horrifying wounds, enough to kill even a Giant Vice Admiral on the spot, had been nothing more than an itch!
"Oh?"
In midair, Roger watched the incredible scene unfold, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, which burned with fighting spirit.
"A Zoan user? No, that's