The shockwaves from the clash swept the snow clean off the ground, exposing the soil beneath.
The dark clouds in the sky had also been torn open, leaving behind a vast hollow.
With the sun at its zenith, the Red Count, who had fought continuously for more than five hours, no longer possessed his initial calm confidence. His clothes had become tattered, stained with blood and dust.
Panting heavily, he desperately swung sword slashes like a waltz, yet Alexander the Alligator Turtle blocked them all.
At that moment, Daniel, who had been skirmishing from afar, pulled a smoke grenade labeled "Red Count" from his pocket and hurled it with all his strength. "Match point—finishing ball."
Red Count Red's Observation Haki sensed danger approaching, and he swiftly kicked out a shockwave, intending to destroy the smoke grenade.
But his shockwave was canceled out by Gol's Tempest Kick from midair.
Still, Red Count Red quickly leaped away. The smoke grenade exploded where he had been standing, and white mist spread in all directions.
Seeing this, he immediately held his breath.
Gol and the others' encirclement closed in once more, and the battle erupted fiercely again.
Less than ten minutes later, Red Count sensed something wrong with his body. Just as he tried to jump away from an attack, his foot stiffened beyond his control.
Facing the incoming fist, Red Count unleashed all his Armament Haki and exchanged a direct punch with Gol.
But the instant their fists collided, Red Count's expression changed drastically. His Armament Haki had also gone out of control, and Gol directly broke his arm.
"What... is this?" Red Count Red panted heavily, cold sweat pouring down his face.
"It's over, Red Count." Gol folded his wings and stood before Red Count Red.
Red Count tried to swing his