Yamato brought down her club in an all-out blow, and King could only hurriedly raise the blade in his hand to meet it.
But with his right arm already broken by Yamato, he could only use his left.
His strength and Haki had already been inferior to Yamato's. In this state, how could he possibly contend with her?
There was not even a brief stalemate. The blade in his hand shook violently before flying from his grasp, and in the next instant, the club smashed into King's forehead.
The mask concealing his face shattered in an instant, fully exposing King's true appearance.
Brown skin, white hair—a man handsome enough to be called striking.
But even Yamato, who was closest to King, had not seen his true face clearly.
It had been too fast.
After all, it had happened in the blink of an eye.
The instant his mask shattered, King had already plummeted like a falling meteor, crashing straight down onto the frozen sea.
He was not like Kaido, able to use clouds to carry himself back into the sky.
After smashing a huge hole in the ice and sending more cracks spreading in every direction, King fell into the sea below.
It was over.
This battle could now be declared completely finished.
The Lunarians truly were a godlike race capable of surviving in any extreme environment, but even their physiques could not overcome the curse of a Devil Fruit.
The moment King fell into the deep sea, he could no longer spread his wings and soar.
Yamato lightly landed within the shattered opening and instantly froze the somewhat turbulent sea once more.
She slowly let out a breath.
Now, the battle below would soon be over as well.
Turning her head, Yamato looked toward the Brawny Tyrants rampaging nearby.