Momousagi hurriedly closed her eyes when she heard Chaton's words, her face grave and wary.
"Relax, Gion. You're my future queen; how could I possibly use Tsukuyomi on you?" Carlos said with a dumbfounded laugh. He could not help flirting again. There was nothing he could do—teasing women after defeating them was just too fun, and Carlos had never received any professional training to restrain himself...
"Creak..." Momousagi clenched her pearly teeth, looking as though she wanted to bite Carlos to death. Wielding Konpira with both hands, she struck in fury. Sword shadows flashed in succession, and dense sword light turned into pink threads that formed a net of blades descending over Carlos's head.
"Not a bad move!"
Carlos praised her. He could sense the tremendous power behind it, but it was still not enough to deal with him.
Amaterasu!
As the peach-pink sword net fell, a mass of black flames abruptly appeared at several adjacent nodes in the net. The blazing flames concentrated their power, seeming to possess neither heat nor destructive force, though in truth it had all been drawn inward.
Very soon, the flames burned a large hole through the sword net, and Carlos slipped through it with ease.
When that move failed, Momousagi did not continue her attack. Instead, she asked Chaton, who had not taken the opportunity to coordinate with her, "Can you still fight?"
Since Chaton had not seized the chance to attack, Momousagi assumed he had been seriously injured.
"Yes, I'm... fine." Before the goddess in his heart, even if he was not fine, he had to hold on. That was what Chaton thought.
The moment his words fell, Carlos flashed forward and unleashed a combination of punches straight at Chaton's face. With his head throbbing and dizzy and his Observation Haki damaged,