Boom!!!
After several successive clashes, Baccarat's strength far exceeded Curiel and Gildo's expectations.
They had assumed that apart from her strange ability, she wasn't very skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
But only after truly engaging her in close combat did they realize how powerful this woman was.
"Is that all you've got?"
Haki flowed over Baccarat's arms as she held off their attacks, her face full of arrogance and disdain.
"Damn it."
Curiel and Gildo were so furious they could have burst.
No man could stand being looked down on by a woman like that.
"Die, Armored Fist!"
Gildo's face twisted with anger. As Baccarat spoke, he attacked again, choosing his moment fairly well.
But accidents always happened.
For some reason, Gildo's foot slipped. His fierce attack fell apart in an instant, and he was forced into a full split. The worst part was that there happened to be a particularly sharp piece of rubble on the ground.
At that moment, Baccarat seemed to hear something shatter.
Gildo's stunned face quickly turned purple. He clutched his crotch instinctively and screamed.
Whoosh!!!
His scream had barely begun when it abruptly cut off. The Lucky Bullet Baccarat had shot into the sky earlier pierced Gildo's temple at an unbelievable angle.
It passed from left to right, splattering blood all over Curiel's mouth.
"Luck Deprivation."
A mysterious power once again enveloped Baccarat's right hand. She vanished with Soru and reappeared, a cloud of misty luck already in her grasp.
Curiel's luck had been stolen, too.
"Gildo!"
With a heartbroken cry, Curiel scrambled to his feet. He stared at Gildo, lying in a pool of blood and no longer breathing, his whole body trembling with disbelief.
He was dead!
Gildo had just died right in front of him.
So easily—
"Boring."
Baccarat quickly lost interest.