Lafitte's killing intent and aura poured through his cane sword, completely enveloping Onigumo.
"Devil Sheriff Lafitte."
Onigumo remained completely unaffected by Lafitte's killing intent, nor did he lose his composure merely because Lafitte had spoken with such obvious contempt.
He stared coldly at Lafitte, who was within arm's reach, secretly mobilizing the strength throughout his body in an attempt to suppress him.
However,
His opponent was no obscure minor character. Even after exerting his full strength, Onigumo had failed to gain the slightest advantage.
After all, he was currently exerting his strength with all eight arms.
"I warned your Marine Fleet Admiral at the 'Shichibukai Meeting' that the title of Devil Sheriff had become a thing of the past long ago. My captain... prefers the title of Guide."
Lafitte narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone openly revealing his murderous intent. "Now that I see it, your Marines have no intention of correcting their 'mistake' themselves. But it doesn't matter..."
As he spoke, Lafitte's form visibly transformed into the half-beast form of a siren.
"I'll use violence properly to correct your Marines' mistake."
His voice was forceful, yet it carried an intensely incongruous hint of alluring charm.
Onigumo naturally took in that voice. The images gathered by his retinas suddenly rippled through his consciousness like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, creating a fleeting ripple.
His consciousness seemed to develop a slight gap at that instant.
"Hm?"
When the anomaly suddenly occurred, Onigumo immediately sensed something was wrong and bit down hard on his lip.
His teeth sank deeply into his lip, forcing out thin strands of blood.
The pain that arose in an instant promptly filled the slight gap in his consciousness, but it could not make up for the opening exposed in that brief moment.
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