"What kind of joke is this?!!!"
"This isn't funny at all!!!"
"Why do we have to wait for those two monsters to finish fighting?!!!"
"Who are you? Are you one of Kaido's people?"
Some people expressed dissatisfaction with these arena-like rules and strongly demanded to leave.
Some samurai also questioned Tama's identity.
Austin said nothing. With a flick of his finger, he teleported the protesters into the "box within a box" where Dante and King Luffy were fighting.
Before they could react, the aftershock from Dante's punch reduced them to ash.
Everyone was terrified stiff. They clamped their hands over their mouths, afraid they would be mistaken for having objections.
The appeal of raw numbers was displayed to the fullest at that moment. A monster who was already absurdly powerful had his speed and strength raised a hundredfold.
If space itself had not possessed the nature of "rules," it might have been blown apart by a single punch as well.
Within the massive space, King Luffy could only dodge and weave, relying on Nika's unreasonable transformations and the power of sheer will to redirect Dante's force and fling him around.
But it was still somewhat of a struggle.
At the end of the day, Nika was merely a Mythical Zoan Type with its own combat traits.
It was not a fruit like the other Paramecia, one specialized in exploiting its mechanisms.
Whenever Nika's body took one of Dante's punches, King Luffy did not feel good either. It felt as if his internal organs were being displaced.
Though the Nika Fruit could move those displaced organs back into place.
In his wildly distorted form, King Luffy could even pop his eyeballs back in after they flew out. Relying on that shameless resilience, he continued circling Dante.
But if this continued, he