Talented people were hard to come by. Number Nine was undoubtedly a talent, and exactly the kind they needed. The Divine Eye Pirates' intelligence organization happened to lack someone like him. Stussy was equally capable, but for now, she could not remain with the Divine Eye Pirates; she had to stay in the Pleasure District, and her clone could not...
Leave professional matters to professionals!
I don't care what you think. I care what I think!
After Carlos finished speaking, he got serious. His figure flashed as he charged at Number Nine, his five fingers hooked like claws and crimson as blood as they shot straight for Number Nine's heart.
Naturally, Number Nine would not fall for such a simple move. He shifted slightly to the side and dodged it, then countered with a finger thrust at Carlos's throat. Carlos turned his claw into a palm and knocked the strike aside. The two began fighting at close quarters, the most dangerous form of combat and the one most likely to decide victory or defeat.
Using other methods to deal with someone comparable to a Marine Admiral could not be accomplished in a short time.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The air exploded as the two exchanged blows, and shockwaves blasted the surrounding buildings into ruin. Then, a scream suddenly rang out...
"Ah..."
Looking over, it was Number Nine. He was half-kneeling on the ground, blood seeping from his nose and mouth. His brows were tightly furrowed, and pain was written all over his face.
"What was that?" Number Nine looked at Carlos and asked unwillingly.
Just as their battle had reached its fiercest point, they passed through a certain area when three invisible attacks suddenly struck from close range. His Observation Haki had detected them the instant the enemy acted, but he