Fierce Battle

Watching Genos, whose injuries had healed in an instant and was charging at him again, Mr. 5's expression turned slightly serious.

Although he had already learned about it from the intel, seeing it with his own eyes was still quite shocking.

Such terrifying regenerative abilities.

"Yahahaha, come and taste my attack, 10,000 Kilogram Guillotine!"

As a sharp, biting voice rang out, a figure descended from the sky, a straight, long leg smashing down fiercely.

Even though the movement was abruptly stopped at the last moment, the attack from the sky still landed on Genos.

Crack--

Genos clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking.

Boom!!

After hitting Genos, the heavy kick landed on the ground, smashing a huge pit. After delivering this blow, Ms. Valentine floated up again, spinning the umbrella in her hand, a malicious smile plastered on her face as usual.

"This guy has already declared war on our company. It's acceptable to finish him off right here."

"Of course!"

Mr. 5 stuck a finger into his nose, rolled the snot into a ball, aimed it at Genos, and flicked it out forcefully.

"Snot Fantasy Cannon!"

Seeing the snot flicked out by the opponent, Genos's face showed panic for the first time. Enduring the intense pain from his shoulder, he swung the axe in his hand to block in front of him.

I absolutely cannot get hit by such a disgusting attack!

Boom!!

The moment Genos's axe collided with the snot, a terrifying explosion engulfed everything, completely submerging Genos's body.

"No matter how strong his regeneration is, he won't have time to recover from an explosion like this."

Mr. 5 smiled faintly as he watched the person submerged in the explosion.

He was a strong fighter from the Grand Line, after all. Dealing with mere small fries from the Four Seas was completely within his capabilities.

"Mr. 11!"

While the battle was ongoing, someone with the Baroque Works logo tattooed on his chest secretly found Mr. 11 and mysteriously handed him a box.

"What is this?"

Mr. 11 looked curiously at the shifty-eyed guy in front of him.

This person, despite his poor appearance, was quick-witted and flexible, making him a useful subordinate for Mr. 11 when he was operating in the North Blue.

However, at such a critical juncture in the battle, what could be important enough to report?

"It's that zombie man's dog!"

The shifty-eyed subordinate bowed, rubbing his hands as he spoke slyly.

"That guy has no family, no friends. He only has this dog to rely on. If we use this dog to threaten him, I'm sure he'll agree to our terms."

"You truly are cunning!"

Mr. 11 glanced admiringly at his subordinate, then shook his head with a hint of regret.

"But it's too late. Our objective now is to eliminate him!"

"Ah!?"

Reaching out, Mr. 11 patted the stunned subordinate's head and promised:

"I've seen your abilities. You'll work for me from now on."

"It's my honor!!"

The subordinate's face lit up with joy. His efforts during this period had finally paid off!

"Then, about this dog..."

"Dispose of it."

Mr. 11 waved his hand dismissively.

Hearing his reply, the subordinate nodded, then picked up the box and left, preparing to sell the stolen puppy to the restaurant next door.

It'll at least fetch a bottle of alcohol, he thought. Mr. 11 loves drinking the most.

Ugh--

Just as the subordinate turned into a small alley, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness, covering his mouth. Immediately after, a chop to the back of his head sent him into unconsciousness.

"He's not going to be knocked to death, is he?"

Nerl questioned, looking at the foaming-at-the-mouth subordinate.

"How could that be? I controlled my strength."

Rod took the box from the subordinate and gently set it down. He glanced at the fallen subordinate and clenched his fist slightly.

My control over the force was still a bit insufficient.

"This dog must have been drugged."

Rod opened the box. Inside lay a pure white puppy, seemingly fast asleep.

"After all, their original goal was to threaten the owner using the puppy. If they just killed it, there would be no threat."

Nerl glanced at the three people fighting again in the street before turning his gaze back to Rod.

"What do we do next?"

Rod stood up and looked at the man who was still fighting fiercely under the pincer attack of two opponents, recovering quickly no matter what injuries he sustained. A glint appeared in his eyes.

"Of course, we'll make him our comrade too!"

"I knew it."

Nerl nodded slightly.

Whether it was challenging the Shichibukai or dominating the seas, these were not things that could be accomplished by just a few people.

They needed comrades!

And the [Zombie Man] fighting not far away was clearly the comrade Rod had his eye on.

BOOM!

A violent explosion rang out again. After the smoke cleared, Mr. 5 once again saw Genos's eyes, flashing with ferocity.

He involuntarily took half a step back, a strange feeling rising in Mr. 5's heart.

What kind of Devil Fruit ability is this?!

Whether his arm was blown off, his bones were shattered by a kick, or his internal organs were ruptured and he was spitting blood, the guy in front of him could recover in a very short time and then launch another attack, tireless.

Ms. Valentine floated in mid-air, saying nothing, her expression grim.

In the past few minutes, she had hit the opponent more than once, broken his bones more than once, and been intimidated by his suicidal attitude more than once.

"Let's go together! He's alone, and he's just fast at recovering, his combat power isn't outstanding. Let's take him down together!"

Sensing that even the two Chief Commanders couldn't take down the opponent, Mr. 11 shouted loudly. As his voice fell, dozens of men carrying various weapons emerged from several nearby taverns. On different parts of their bodies were the Baroque Works logos.

"Die, monster!"

"Charge!"

"Take him down!"

"..."

Accompanied by various shouts, dozens of Baroque Works members charged at Genos, brandishing their weapons.

"You stay by my side. We'll make our move after that Zombie Man's stamina has been worn down for a while. No matter how strong his recovery ability is, if we can pierce his heart and sever his head in an instant, he should die!"

Hearing someone approach him, Mr. 11, thinking it was the clever subordinate who had left earlier and returned with Genos's dog, commanded without looking back.

"That's a good idea. If your sneak attack succeeded, it really might have caused him fatal damage."

It's not the person from before!

Hearing the voice behind him, Mr. 11's expression changed drastically. He moved forward rapidly, drew the long sword at his waist, and swung it directly in the direction of the sound.

"Too slow!"

Mr. 11 only saw a blur of movement before his eyes, and the next moment his wrist ached, and the hand holding the sword involuntarily loosened.

"However, this sword is quite good!"

Rod grabbed the sword his opponent had let go of and felt it for a moment, his eyes showing surprise.

"One of the 50 Great Swords, Kashu!"