Almost the instant the words left his mouth, Redfield struck like lightning. The Bat-Handled Umbrella in his hand tore through the air like a blood-red rainbow spanning space.
Although Blackbeard had not expected him to attack so decisively, his Martial Arts were no mere decoration. As he twisted his waist, he spread his right hand, and an irresistible gravitational force of darkness pulled Redfield toward him.
This was the power granted by the Dark Fruit. Even Redfield had no way to resist it.
However, he did not need to resist!
After adjusting his posture in midair, he rapidly kicked off the air and charged at his opponent at a speed the naked eye could not follow.
"Not good!" Blackbeard immediately realized what was happening. Lone Red was not the sort of ability user who only knew how to rely on a Devil Fruit. Before eating the fruit, he had already stood at the pinnacle of the world through Martial Arts alone.
For Lone Red, losing his fruit would certainly have some effect, but it would be negligible.
Sure enough, the instant Blackbeard grabbed Lone Red, he saw the latter's umbrella thrust toward him from an incomprehensible angle, aimed directly at his eye.
How could he dare keep hold of him in that situation? As if he had accidentally grabbed a venomous snake, he hurriedly released his right hand and retreated.
Redfield, meanwhile, seemed to have foreseen this moment. The instant Blackbeard released his right hand, he latched onto him. The umbrella stabbed, his left claw tore, and his legs kicked, attacks alternating almost simultaneously. After a furious barrage disrupted Blackbeard's rhythm, Redfield sent him flying with a vicious kick.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Blackbeard sprawled on the ground and screamed repeatedly, his body curled like a cooked