You'd best go all out, or you'll die!

"How could this guy recognize me?"

MR.2, the okama named Feng Kley, didn't understand how the person in front of him had seen through his disguise.

His disguise, thanks to the 'Imitation-Imitation Fruit', had perfect appearance and voice. He had never failed before.

But clearly, that didn't matter.

Because even though his identity was exposed.

His kicking technique was still without hesitation.

"The way of the okama is a path that, despite knowing the difficulties, remains unwavering—Okama Kenpo: Swan Dive!"

His legs, clad in ballet shoes, tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistling sound as they aimed directly for Dragon of the Dragon's head!

But at this moment, Dragon of the Dragon was clearly not nervous.

He didn't even get up from his lounge chair, his left hand still holding his last cola.

He casually raised his right hand and gently lifted his index finger.

"Buzz!"

Instantly, Feng Kley sensed the surrounding temperature drop drastically!

Just as his toes were less than half a foot away from Dragon of the Dragon's mask.

A massive ice wall condensed out of thin air, forming a barrier between them.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy impact echoed through the hall as Feng Kley's foot slammed into the ice wall.

Then...

"So cold. No, no. So painful. No, no, that's not right—this is too hard?"

Feng Kley incredulously watched as his kicking technique, honed through years of training and something he prided himself on, capable of shattering a giant rock with a single kick, hit the ice wall. Yet, the wall remained completely still.

Let alone shattering, it didn't even show a single crack.

Instead, Feng Kley's leg was now throbbing with intense pain, a sensation caused by the cold and freezing energy.

At the same time, he could see ice spreading from his leg towards his body.

"Ice! Isn't your ability to control rainfall?"

Feng Kley's eyes widened, and he shouted without hesitation.

"MISS. Merry Christmas—it's about time, isn't it? The intel was wrong, I'm no match for this guy. Let's attack together!"

As his voice fell.

"Boom!"

A rumbling sound came from beneath the ground, and the earth began to tremble faintly.

Then, the stone slabs on the previously calm southern hall floor shattered with a roar.

And along with the broken floor, several deep, dark holes could be clearly seen beneath the ground, which had appeared at some unknown time.

"Oh?"

Dragon of the Dragon raised an eyebrow, seeming to sense something.

But at this moment, a plump figure burrowed out of one of the holes.

It was a Fatty holding a giant baseball bat, accompanied by a peculiar creature that resembled both a dog and a dachshund.

Baroque Works, MR.4 'Babe', and his pet—the Flintlock 'Lassoo', who had eaten the Dog-Dog Fruit Model!

"Lassoo."

At this moment, MR.4 spoke slowly.

"Prepare to fire."

Then, the dachshund gun Lassoo beside him slowly raised its head.

Babe picked up the giant bat and made a motion to swing it.

"Four Hundred Pound Cannon!"

He whispered the name of his technique.

That's right—this was their passionate combination technique, a long-range attack where 'Lassoo' spat out the projectile, and he was responsible for hitting it.

But—

Dragon of the Dragon: "."

Feng Kley: "."

Looking at the slow movements of the master and pet, Feng Kley's expression was somewhat absurd.

"Hey, hey, hey, now is not the time for comedy. Who can you hit with such slow movements? I'm about to be frozen solid!"

He shouted, looking at the ice that had already spread to his thighs.

"Of course I can hit you!"

"Because including your defeat, MR.2 -- it's all part of my meticulous plan!"

A sinister voice echoed.

Then, from another hole in the ground, a tuft of hair shaped like the number '3' emerged. Notably, the tip of the hair had a fuse, which was currently lit.

Along with the hair, a thick-lipped man wearing glasses also poked his head out.

At this moment, his hands had already transformed into pure white wax.

MR.3, the Candle-Candle Fruit Ability User -- Gardino.

The lumps of wax were connected to his arms, and on the other side...

"Hmm?"

Dragon of the Dragon let out a sound of interest.

Because he could now see white wax emerging from the ground beneath his feet, firmly binding him.

"When you were utterly defeated, I had already asked Miss. Christmas to dig a hole in the ground beneath this guy's feet."

Gardino said smugly to Feng Kley, "And thanks to you for attracting his attention -- MR.4, attack!"

As he spoke, Babe and the dachshund 'Lassoo', who had been slowly preparing for a long time, finally got ready.

Lassoo opened its mouth and spat out four wooden boxes.

Babe finally swung his bat.

"Bang!"

The immense power of his massive body instantly shattered the four wooden boxes, and the contents within them flew rapidly towards Dragon of the Dragon.

In an instant, the four items completely bound Dragon of the Dragon's hands and feet.

"These are specially acquired Navy craftsmanship handcuffs and shackles inlaid with Seastone, combined with my 'Candle' -- now this guy can't escape."

Gardino laughed maniacally.

As he spoke, the pure white wax continued to wrap around Dragon of the Dragon more and more tightly.

Then...

"Hahahaha -- I'll help too!"

With exaggerated laughter, a woman holding a parasol descended from the sky.

"Hey, wait a minute, Miss Valentine. I'm still here!"

But at this moment, Feng Kley shouted in panic—the extending ice was still connected to his leg, preventing him from escaping even though Dragon of the Dragon was already sealed by candles.

But it was clear that the woman who ate the Kilo-Kilo Fruit, codenamed Miss Valentine, ignored him.

"Boom!"

The immense weight instantly crushed Dragon of the Dragon, wrapped in candles, along with Feng Kley, into the ground.

Immediately following that, "Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Three more figures suddenly flew out of the crater.

They were a black man with sunglasses and an afro—an Ability User of the Baku Baku no Mi, MR.5 Gem.

A sexy woman in a leather outfit with blue hair—an Ability User of the Toge Toge no Mi, Miss Doublefinger Sazare.

And the last one—a burly man with a muscular physique and a monk's haircut, an Ability User of the Supa Supa no Mi, MR.1 Daz Bones.

The three attacked simultaneously.

Miss Doublefinger's hair instantly turned into sharp thorns, and countless sharp hairs pierced Dragon of the Dragon through and through.

MR.1's hands transformed into sharp blades, silently slicing Dragon of the Dragon's body into pieces.

"Hey! You're stabbing me—aren't we colleagues? Aren't we friends?"

Amidst the constant piercing and slicing, Feng Kley twisted his body, shouting as he dodged.

It wasn't until a certain moment when MR.1's slash coincidentally severed the ice connecting his leg to Dragon of the Dragon that he fell to the ground with a yelp of pain.

"You guys."

But before he could complain, he saw that the two agents frantically slicing and piercing Dragon of the Dragon had retreated, and MR.5, the one with the afro, had pulled out one of his hairs.

Feng Kley's expression changed instantly.

He immediately turned and leaped backward, and then.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion, triggered by MR.5, had arrived with full force.

The massive blast instantly kicked up huge clouds of dust and firelight, shaking the entire South Hall.

"Bang!"

Feng Kley, once again sent flying and landing on the ground by the explosion, could no longer stand it.

"You guys just want to kill me, right? You're jealous of my beauty, aren't you?"

He said indignantly, then pointed at MR.3 Gardino: "Especially you, Gardino--you want to kill me and become MR.2 yourself, don't you?"

"Tch, you're unharmed--ah, I mean, how could this happen?"

"I heard the first half of your sentence, I heard it all!"

Feng Kley said unhappily, "But no matter what you do, it's useless--I was the one who took the lead in dealing with this guy, so you'll never become MR.2!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Gardino was clearly unconvinced.

"How could you be the one who took the lead?"

He smoothed his hair.

"Whether it was you creating a diversion, us approaching him from underground, the Seastone handcuffs locking his abilities, or the subsequent attacks, this entire artistic plan was conceived by me--no matter how you look at it, I should be the one who took the lead, right?"

"No, no, no, the lead was clearly mine."

At this moment, a short, plump woman also burrowed out from beneath the ground--her hands were covered in giant mole claw gloves.

An Ability User of the Mogu Mogu no Mi, Miss. Christmas.

"If I hadn't dug the hole, none of you would have been able to get close to him, let alone kill him so easily."

"It was me."

"Clearly it was me."

"It was me."

"Woof woof!"

While the other Baroque Works assassins were arguing amongst themselves.

"...What's wrong?"

Miss. Double Fingers looked at her calm and indifferent partner, MR.1, and asked softly.

At this moment, MR.1 did not interrupt the others' arguments--he was already the highest-ranked agent, with nowhere further to advance, and didn't care about getting the first kill.

He simply looked at the massive smoke and flames caused by the explosion and said softly, "MR.0's order is to kill him at all costs to ensure the plan proceeds smoothly."

"I will wait until the mission target's death is confirmed."

He knew very well how much the mysterious president of Baroque Works, MR.0, valued this mission--the number of people who came here was proof.

Except for Miss. Golden Week, almost all of Baroque Works' elites had come--and Miss. Golden Week didn't come simply because she was a little girl, unsuitable for long-range assassination.

"Don't worry, he's definitely dead."

Miss. Doublefinger felt her partner was being too cautious: "I stabbed him at least a hundred times, you almost cut his body to pieces, and on top of that, this explosion. No one could have survived."

She said lazily, then looked towards the increasingly noisy hall outside: "However, with that explosion just now, the guards will probably be back soon."

She clearly intended to withdraw.

"After confirming the opponent's death, we will withdraw."

MR.1 remained unmoved.

Miss. Doublefinger felt a little helpless: "You really are..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

In fact, the other Baroque Works agents also paused instantly.

Because at this moment, all the Baroque Works agents felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

No, to be precise--the word 'as if' in 'as if they had fallen into an ice cellar' was not accurate.

"So cold."

"What do you mean cold? Are you dizzy--it's hot, no. It's burning, burning hot!"

The surrounding environment seemed to be constantly changing.

The air felt extremely cold, but the ground became red and scorching hot.

Heat and cold seemed to intertwine at this moment.

Then...

"Tap!" "Tap!" "Tap!"

Footsteps approached.

Each step sounded as if it was treading on their hearts.

Then, "So there's more than one, but, a full eight."

"Very nice."

All of them heard that pleased voice.

And with the voice, someone walked out of the smoke and dust.

Just a moment later, they saw the Dragon Head Mask.

And Dragon of the Dragon, who casually threw off the Seastone shackles on his body and walked out unharmed.

"How is this possible?"

Thus, these four words became the identical thought of everyone present.

Their attacks had clearly hit him.

They had clearly put Seastone handcuffs on him.

Everything had clearly been perfect.

But obviously, Dragon of the Dragon had no interest in their thoughts.

"I have to tell you all--you destroyed my last can of cola, so now."

He looked at the Baroque Works members, and his words finally carried a dangerous tone.

"I'm a little angry."

"You'd best go all out, or else. You'll die."