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Several officers poured out of the cabin, bandages wrapped around their bodies but light blazing in their eyes.
Though everyone had been wounded in this battle, they had also gauged the gap between themselves and those monsters of the sea-it was as thin as a sheet of paper.
Together, the young man and his brother were strong enough to contend with a veteran legend.
The sword-wielding officer had faced the "Fangs of the Five Peaks," whose bounty stood at 760 million
, without once falling behind.
Had the fight continued, the scales of victory would only have tipped toward him-not everyone could keep using Haki to block out the golden dust drifting through the air.
The bamboo-wielding officer had been suppressed by the opposing family's eldest son, but his steel-hard Armament Haki had kept him from showing any sign of defeat.
As for the sticky one...
The young man glanced at the figure huddled in the corner and sighed silently.
"What was that look supposed to mean?"
The voice from the corner immediately turned shrill.
When the Den Den Mushi vibrated faintly in his palm, Rossi was listening to Vergo's musings.
The man who always held his back straight now stood with his arms folded, deep furrows creasing his brow. "Armament Haki... is the foundation, in the end."
His voice was like muffled thunder beneath a boulder. "But I've hit the ceiling."
A few steps away, Trebol sneered, drawing out his sticky words. "Future Sight? By the time you can actually see the next second, the poison gas will already be in your lungs-"
Before he could finish, Rossi raised a hand to stop him.
As the receiver touched his ear, the shell gradually hardened, developing deeply carved wrinkles and upswept white hair.
"Fleet Admiral Kong."
Rossi walked to