But Count Red had not died. He actually crawled out of the pit, grabbed several people, and rapidly drained their blood. In an instant, six people met a terrible end at Count Red's hands.
"Damn it!" Ronglin was no longer in the mood to joke around. He turned and floated into the air, flying toward Count Red.
Boom!
Count Red responded first. From over a thousand meters away, he fired a beam of deep crimson energy. Half the sky was engulfed in blood-red light, becoming incomparably eerie.
"Ha!" Ronglin showed no fear. He shouted in midair, drew himself in, and threw a powerful punch at the dark-red beam. The Haki gathered around his fist instantly shattered the beam, and its force continued devouring the dark-red radiance. Moments later, the sky cleared once more.
Everyone on the island stared in terror toward the central mountain peak, having no idea what terrifying event had taken place.
Count Red, standing on the ground, had already returned to human form. His blood and vitality were normal, and he no longer looked as miserable as before, when Ronglin's punch had blown out one of his eyes. At this moment, he was completely unharmed.
"Brat! Didn't expect that, did you?" Count Red stood there with a cold sneer, staring at Ronglin. "My Devil Fruit ability grants me immortality. As long as I can still drink a mouthful of blood, I possess an undying body!"
Ronglin walked through the air, gazing coldly at the shriveled corpses Count Red had discarded beside the deep pit. Rage surged within him.
Count Red killed and drank blood at every turn, using methods of utmost cruelty. Ronglin had clearly been able to kill him with that punch, but his momentary carelessness had caused six innocent people to die at Count Red's