"He just completely erased Silver Axe, a top officer of the Rocks Pirates on the same level as me?"
Ochoku watched the black ashes drifting across the sky like mourning souls, feeling as though his thoughts had stopped entirely.
That was not death.
That was erasure.
It was being wiped from this world completely, without leaving a single trace!
Fear!
An unprecedented, absolute fear from the deepest reaches of his soul was enough to freeze and shatter even his will as a legendary pirate. Like an icy tide, it instantly drowned all his senses.
He wanted to flee, but his legs felt filled with lead and refused to obey.
He wanted to shout, but his throat felt clamped shut by an invisible hand, unable to release even a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as that blood-soaked, swaying figure in the sky, radiating an aura as terrifying as a god or demon, slowly fixed his ice-blue eyes back on the equally badly wounded Zephyr in the distance.
"Now."
Yas's voice was hoarse and weak, yet carried an unquestionable, absolute dominance, as though he were pronouncing final judgment.
"It's our turn, old man."
"Our fight isn't over yet."
The entire world fell deathly silent.
Everyone who witnessed this, whether the retreating Marines or the terrified pirates, felt as though an icy hand had seized their hearts. Even breathing became a luxury.
A madman!
This man called "Tyrannosaurus" Yas was a complete and utter madman!
With his body already near its limit and his energy almost exhausted, he still wanted to keep fighting Former Marine Admiral Zephyr?
Did he not know what exhaustion was? Could he not feel pain?
"Urgh."
A stifled grunt escaped Zephyr's throat. He forcibly suppressed the churning agony inside him and slowly straightened.
He looked at the young