The quarterfinals of the Gladiator Tournament continued.
After the first two spectacular matches, the excitement throughout the Colosseum had reached its peak.
Countless spectators craned their necks and whispered among themselves, eagerly hoping that the third match would deliver another exhilarating battle.
"Black Maria is up in the third match!"
"I heard she's the Beast Pirates' second-in-command. She must be strong!"
"She's facing the king of the Prodence Kingdom, Elizabello II! He's no pushover either!"
"This is going to be good!"
This time, however, they were disappointed.
Because the third match
ended far too quickly.
Elizabello II was like a sheep that had wandered into a pack of wolves.
Admittedly, in an ordinary kingdom, he was a powerful fighter.
His King Punch, which he could charge up, struck terror into countless enemies.
But here, in a Colosseum that gathered the very strongest fighters on these seas,
his strength simply wasn't enough.
He had never reached the quarterfinals through strength.
The other powerful fighters had simply been assigned their respective captains, allowing him to slip through the gaps.
"Oh my, Your Majesty."
Black Maria twirled the paper parasol in her hand with seductive grace, her alluring eyes curving slightly.
"I'm terribly sorry~"
She couldn't even be bothered to move her body.
She merely gave her head a gentle shake.
Her long black hair, cascading like a waterfall, suddenly transformed into a razor-sharp whip.
Swish!
The whip of hair flashed past like a phantom.
Elizabello II hadn't even finished charging his King Punch.
Thud!
His burly body was already swept away by a light flick of her hair whip.
Boom!
He slammed into the protective barrier, then slid limply down its surface, unconscious.
From beginning to end, it had taken only one move.
"..."
The entire arena fell silent.
"Boo!!!"
"Boo!!!"
"What