He twisted repeatedly in midair, each kick sending a burning boulder off course toward the waters beyond the battlefield.
Heavy splashes shook the coast one after another.
Flames clashed fiercely with seawater, raising white mist that blotted out the sky.
The danger in this area dissipated amid the scalding steam.
"We survived..."
"Which branch is that officer from?"
"Didn't you even attend the basic intelligence lectures? That's the family's second son-"
Amid the chaos, the rumors gradually twisted into "Rossi of the Shichibukai."
Many soldiers watched the silhouette in the white mist, privately feeling that this "Shichibukai"
was more dependable than the rumors suggested.
While he cleared the rocks from the air, gray cigar smoke drifted up on the other side of the battlefield.
"A newcomer has to show some sincerity."
If someone else stole all the limelight, the carefully planned "hero"
image would lose some of its luster.
The man who had originally intended to go through the motions finally grew serious.
"Touch of Weathering."
His gemstone-ringed hand loosely grasped at the air.
An ocher glow swept across the buildings, ground, and even the metal gun emplacements around the tower, aging them instantly-they cracked, collapsed, and turned into clouds of sand.
"Sandstorm Giant Drill!"
The instant he swung his arm, a dusky tornado rose from the ground.
Fierce winds carried billions of sand grains in a high-speed spin, shrieking like a drill as they lunged at the falling, burning boulders.
Rotating blades of sand cut into the rocks, stripping away, crushing, and devouring the island fragments layer by layer.
The expanding sandstorm tornado swayed toward its next target, reducing every falling rock in its path to powder.
With nothing more than a raised hand, the entire area had become impregnable.
Logia abilities truly had a unique advantage when it