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... ts... this guy..."
Inside the dust-haze, Crocodile could clearly sense Karl’s position thanks to his fruit, but recalling that quagmire-like feeling just now, his face turned grim.
If this weren’t the desert—his home ground—where both his power and elementalization were maximized, he had no doubt that even a graze from that air cannon’s Haki would have injured him no less than Whitebeard’s Quake-Quake Fruit.
Only one man Crocodile had ever seen punch out shockwaves—Whiteb ...
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