Advent stood up, shaking his head off. "Careful..." He mumbled. "This guy... I think he's got a devil fruit. I just punched him in the face and he didn't even flinch..." He muttered, drawing his saber in his left hand. "He's a lot tougher than that club bastard." He spoke as he moved forward, swinging the blade at the older man.

The older man raised up his arms. "Coil guard," He spoke, taking his fist in his hand and twisting his arm around.

"... That's!" Advent exclaimed as his sword connected with the man's arm, barely even causing a scratch. The man jumped back. "Now I see..."