Roberts scoffed, "The Seven Warlords of the Sea are nothing special, nor are the Admirals and the Four Emperors. They're all weaklings who can't become the King of the World. That so-called Redfield is a figure eliminated by the times. Pirate King? Roger doesn't deserve it because he was captured by your Navy. Losers have no right to be kings. Only I, only this Admiral, am the king of the next generation."
"Whether Hawkeye's slash was powerful or not is irrelevant, because no one can be my match. My storage capacity is equivalent to that of an entire country!"
Roberts crossed his arms and stared coldly at Kuro. "Those flimsy knives, those ordinary fists, you can store as many as you want."
"The...scope of a country?" Kuro paused, then asked, "How big of a country?"
"Hmph, if you convert it, it's comparable to the Sabaody Archipelago today."
"What if we go beyond this island?"
"That's impossible."
Roberts laughed, "What kind of attack could fill my storage area? There simply isn't one in this world. The so-called power and strength are incomparable. For me, there is only the concept of area. Knowing such a cruel fact, why don't you raise your hands and surrender? Navy, worship me, and I will give you a quick death."
"oh..."
Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke. "I see..."
He stretched out his hand and raised it to the sky, "I was originally thinking of using Lida to deal with you, you bug-level character, but it seems there are other options."
The sky suddenly darkened.
The sky, which had been clear, inexplicably darkened. Everyone in Chambord looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.
"What...is that...?"
A civilian pointed to the sky, his whole body trembling.
In the direction he was pointing, a stretch of sea was slowly sinking as if the sky had collapsed.
Auction house.
Kuro raised his hand and said casually to Roberts, "Is Sabaody very big?"
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