"Now, how many more of my punches can you block?"
Zephyr's calm words struck every heart in the escort fleet like an invisible sledgehammer.
That earth-shattering blow had been nothing more than a little trick before his warm-up?
What kind of monster was this former Marine admiral?!
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
Aboard the flagship, CP0's Rob Lucci finally broke free of that overwhelming terror. He roared frantically into the Communication Den Den Mushi in a hoarse voice.
"'Tyrannosaurus' Yas! Do you hear me?! This isn't an enemy you can handle! Stop resisting immediately! The entire fleet's top priority is protecting the Heavenly Tribute! Withdraw from these waters at full speed! That's an order!"
He was afraid.
Rob Lucci, the World Government's sharpest blade, the man who feared nothing, had utterly succumbed to terror after witnessing just a fraction of Zephyr's power.
He knew that if they kept fighting, all of them, including the Tyrannosaurus they both respected and feared, would meet only one end-that man would erase them from this world completely!
But only dead silence answered him.
Yas hovered in midair without so much as turning his head.
He glanced down at the distinct crack in his arm, then felt the blood still churning inside him from taking that blow head-on. Instead, his smile grew even brighter.
This was it!
This was the battle he craved!
This was an opponent who could make even his muscles and bones rejoice!
"Retreat?"
Yas looked as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He slowly raised his head, his eyes blazing with vortices of black lightning, and locked his gaze firmly on Zephyr through the vast distance between them.
"That word has never been in my vocabulary."
Ignoring Rob Lucci's furious roars, he simply picked up the small military Den