"Who the hell are you?!"
The instant Roger blurted out that question, filled with utter horror and disbelief, the arm holding his famed sword, Ace, shuddered violently. An even more ferocious surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted like a volcano, trying to shake off Yas's two fingers, which clamped down like divine pincers!
But it was useless.
Yas's fingers seemed to have grown onto his blade, not budging an inch.
That cold, pure, utterly unreasonable Purification Law continued unhurriedly yet unstoppably breaking down his Haki and eating away at his blade.
Crack!
An exceedingly faint cracking sound rang out.
Roger looked down and saw that a fine, visible, spiderweb-like crack had actually spread across the hard blade of Ace, his beloved sword that had accompanied him through years of battle, centered on the point where Yas's fingers touched it!
"Even my sword..." Roger's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
This was a sword infused with his finest Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki! Yet two fingers had pinched it and cracked it just like that?
"Trash belongs where trash should be."
Yas's icy voice sounded again. His indifferent eyes finally turned away from the distant temple ruins and settled on Roger's face once more.
That look was like someone looking at an insect that had discovered something it should not have, about to be casually crushed.
The instant his words fell, Yas abruptly flicked his two joined fingers!
Bang!!!
A terrifying force beyond description erupted in an instant!
Roger felt as though a star hurtling straight toward him had slammed into him. Together with Ace in his hand, he flew backward like a cannonball!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His powerful body smashed through three enormous rocky mountains that had risen from the seabed due to shifts in the earth's crust before finally