On the flagship, while Martin and Dolores were momentarily stunned, Carlos charged at the big fat Riley again. Terrified, Riley enlarged his right arm and smashed it down at Carlos. Given their difference in size, it looked like a hammer striking a whack-a-mole.
"Damn it!"
"What the hell kind of ability is this...?"
Big fat Riley cursed furiously. He watched helplessly as Carlos emerged from his fist. His enormous fist slammed into the deck, punching a huge hole through it and making even the massive flagship visibly shake, yet Carlos was completely unharmed...
Despair... He could not even block him, let alone buy time for the other two. He was about to get beaten again.
Carlos had always used the Heartbreak Palm against fat opponents or those with powerful defenses. It could strike through barriers, and anyone weaker than him found it difficult to defend against. There would always be gaps.
Carlos rushed before Riley and struck his chubby face twice with the Heartbreak Palm, instantly leaving Riley dazed. Blood poured from his mouth, and his head spun.
Then Carlos turned his palms into fists and gave Riley's fat face a savage beating. His fists fell like a storm, as though he were using a Pretty Face Restoration Punch. He beat Riley into a pigheaded mess, blood streaming from all seven orifices, until Riley shrank back to his original size and lay motionless on the ground.
He was not dead, but he had basically lost his ability to fight.
Carlos thought this fat man's Devil Fruit had considerable potential. He was qualified to be persuaded into surrendering.
If he insisted on being tough and refused to surrender, then he could go die. Carlos valued talent and lacked crew members with potential, but he would never hang himself from a single