"Does trash like you really think you qualify as my appetizer?"
As Yas's supremely arrogant words, which seemed to dismiss a legendary pirate crew's division commander as nothing, rang clearly in everyone's ears, Marco's eyes filled with utter fury and killing intent as he swooped down.
"Die!"
Marco's speed surged once again. His right leg, wrapped in phoenix flames, traced a dazzling yet deadly blue-green arc through the air. Even the wind from his kick pressed a deep trench into the sea below. This kick carried all his strength as a Mythical Zoan user, along with his battle-hardened Armament Haki, powerful enough to kick through steel. With this kick, he would crush this arrogant fool who knew nothing of his own limits, along with his ridiculous black armor, into a puddle of pulp.
"Rear Admiral Yas!"
Inside the Leviathan's bridge, Brannew's heart leaped into his throat, as did those of every crew member. Though they had witnessed Yas's might, they now faced the legendary Whitebeard Pirates' First Division commander, Marco the Phoenix, who possessed an undying body. The pressure of that blue-green meteor descending from the sky was no less than that of the purple lightning pillar that had threatened to destroy heaven and earth earlier.
Yet faced with a killing blow that would have made any Marine Vice Admiral pale, Yas remained where he stood. Motionless. He did not even seem interested in looking up, merely keeping his head lowered as though admiring his flawless black armor, which had just finished evolving. It was as though the terrifying attack descending from the sky were no more than an annoying fly, unworthy of even the slightest attention.
Such utter contempt sent fury surging through the airborne Marco, who nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
The next instant!
Under the gleeful,