A thunderous explosion erupted, shaking the entire Infinite Hell.
Avalo Pizarro's eyes widened. He maintained his forward charge, arm swinging into a punch, but before he could get close to Rosen, Shinsō, speeding toward him like lightning, pierced his abdomen.
The instant its terrifying force and sharpness erupted, before he even had time to look down, he felt as though his abdomen were about to be forcibly torn open.
Then, there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as a massive shockwave exploded around his body, lifting his feet from the ground and sending him flying backward like a cannonball fired from its barrel.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Because of the terrifying speed at which Shinsō extended and the force carried by its blade, Avalo Pizarro's airborne body set off a visible burst of air around him each time he flew a certain distance backward.
Only after three consecutive rings of shockwaves did it finally stop.
In the end, he slammed headfirst into the iron bars of a cell.
Fortunately, the bars of that cell were made of Seastone, so they were not smashed apart by the impact.
"I already said it."
"If you recklessly get close to him, everything will be over."
"Even if it's three against one."
Seeing Avalo Pizarro get sent flying by Shinsō before he could even approach Rosen, Catarina Devon was beside herself with anger.
Under normal circumstances, even if the Tyrant King were torn limb from limb right in front of her, she could still face it with a smile, perhaps even ask for one of his legs to go with her meal.
But now was different.
Yesterday's crushing defeat had already proven one thing: even if she joined forces with Baskerville Jott, they still could not shake Rosen in the slightest.