In the space filled with dust and smoke, Makarov let out a wretched growl.
He desperately clung to the Bone Horns, using all his strength to slam himself and Antonio into the inner wall on one side of the cabin.
Bang!
The hull broke open, and seawater poured in. At the crucial moment, Makarov dragged Antonio into the sea, seemingly planning to change the battlefield to the domain he was familiar with.
In the dim, icy seabed, the eyes of the giant fishman glowed with malicious intent.
"Now that we are here, let's see how you can act fierce!"
As a Diver, after coming into contact with the seawater, it was as though he had gained some sort of enhancement. His strength increased instantly, allowing him to take the upper hand and drag Antonio's bull head down into the deeper seabed.
Gurgle gurgle...