Roger stared fixedly at Dimon's form.
It was definitely a Zoan, and not an ordinary one at that. Roger had severed both his hands with a single slash before, yet they had been restored in the blink of an eye.
A Zoan with such a special ability had to be a Mythical Zoan.
"Yeah, I'm a Zoan user who ate a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit."
Dimon naturally had no intention of explaining this misunderstanding.
With a beat of his wings, he rose higher again and looked down at Roger from above.
Roger laughed heartily. "That's more like it. It'd be no fun if you got taken out in an instant!"
As soon as he spoke, his knees bent slightly before he launched himself skyward. In the blink of an eye, he shot up over a hundred meters, the blade in his right hand slashing from lower left to upper right.
Dimon remained unruffled. With a flap of his wings, he shifted position in midair.
He evaded the strike and moved to Roger's flank, then sent a flying kick into him, his shoe slamming hard into Roger's cheek.
"Down you go."
The kick wrapped in Demon Power sent Roger hurtling back to the ground. With a boom, he crashed into the sand.
Seeing this, Trident Fish-Man could not help but stare. "People who can fly are seriously cheating!"
Gaban gazed up at Dimon and said, "He reminds me of Golden Lion. That guy can fly too. With his advantage in the air, Roger can't do much against him."
The Man with a cigarette frowned. "He's so fast. Even in the air, he can easily evade Roger's attacks..."
Unlike his astonishing speed, though, his attack power seemed rather average.
Roger, who had been kicked back to the ground, stood up with a hand over his face. He laughed and provoked him.
"Didn't hurt at all, rookie!"
"Is that so?" Dimon hovered in the air, the corner of his lips lifting. "And what can you do about it?"
"How about this?"
Roger raised his hand and slashed with his sword, sending a sword blast roaring out like a cannonball.
Dimon shifted and easily dodged it.
But the next instant, more sword blasts came sweeping in like an endless curtain. Each was far less destructive than the previous one, but there were simply too many of them.
"Kamitsuki!"
A barrage of Shockwaves like a raging storm—Roger swung Ace like the wind.
Dimon could dodge once, twice, five times, ten times, but every one of Roger's attacks foresaw the future, each one predicting his movements.
In midair, a black shadow darted rapidly from side to side, but it was eventually struck by a sword blast.
Dimon coated both arms in Armament Haki and punched at the sword blast.
After shattering it, the next sword blast had already arrived, forcing him to alternate punches with both fists.
Suddenly, Roger launched himself off the ground again and appeared behind Dimon in a flash.
"Ha ha ha, down you go!"
While Dimon was blocking the sword blasts, Roger gripped the hilt with both hands and brought down the flat of his blade, smashing it viciously into Dimon's back.
"That won't do. You're not getting away either!"
Dimon took the blow head-on. As he spat blood and fell, his right hand suddenly detached, its five fingers spreading as it clamped down on Roger's face.
"What?"
Roger was stunned. He could detach his body too?!
Then a force comparable to that of a giant surged forth. Like someone throwing a sandbag, the detached right hand seized him and violently hurled him toward the ground.
Two figures fell from the heights one after another, finally crashing into the sandy pit with a boom.
For a moment, sand and dust filled the air.
The surrounding Roger Pirates members watching the battle were dumbfounded.
"He can do that too? What kind of Mythical Zoan is this?"
"He can rapidly heal his injuries, fly, detach his limbs, and he's incredibly fast. Aside from his attacks being a little mediocre, he's way too well-rounded!"
"That's only mediocre against someone like Roger. Ordinary people wouldn't have an easy time facing his attacks!"
Everyone found him incredibly troublesome. In the end, they could only describe him with two words.
"Monster!"
Inside the sandy pit, the dust gradually settled.
Roger rose with a hand over his face. When he looked up, he saw Dimon standing not far away. His detached right arm had somehow already returned to his body.
Seeing that, Roger simply tossed Ace aside and grinned.
"This is really troublesome. How about this? You can't fly, and I won't use a sword. Let's fight properly with our fists!"
At that, Dimon smiled as well.
What a shameless guy. He could fly and was practically unbeatable up there, yet he wanted Dimon to give up that advantage. The nerve of this King-level powerhouse, having no dignity at all.
However.
"Sure. Add one more condition: you can't use Conqueror's Haki."
"Deal!"
Roger agreed without hesitation, already striding rapidly toward Dimon.
Dimon stepped forward to meet him, walking faster and faster before breaking into a run. Demon Power curled around his right fist like wisps of silk.
The next moment, as they closed in, both men viciously swung their fists at each other's faces.
Just then, a woman's shout came from the spectator area nearby.
"Stop fighting already!"
In an instant, the two fists stopped before each other's faces.
Dimon and Roger both turned to look. It was Gloriosa.
"Stop fighting over me. You two can get along peacefully."
What was this woman talking about?
Dimon wore a speechless expression, while Roger's bewilderment lasted only a second.
Then, their fists flew again.
"Dimon, take my fist!"
"I'm the one who'll win, Roger!"
Their fists struck each other's faces. One used Demon Power, while the other used advanced Armament Haki.
The next second, both were forced half a step back. After dispersing the force, they launched into a frenzy of attacks, every punch landing solidly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gloriosa let out a faint sigh and covered her face. "You're still fighting? Over me..."
"Has it ever occurred to you that this has nothing to do with you?" Charlotte Linlin stood with one hand on her hip, utterly unable to endure this woman's narcissism any longer.
"Who will win?"
Gloriosa seemed not to hear her. Watching the two men trade blows, she said, "What if the winner proposes to me? Should I accept? As the victor's reward, I can only say yes!"
Charlotte Linlin's fists clenched as she said irritably.
"Dimon will definitely win. He's immortal!"
Noon.
Shakky's bar.
"Ha ha ha ha! Not bad at all, Dimon. You actually managed to trade a few moves with me. No wonder you're a rookie whose first bounty was 500 million!"
At the bar, Roger and Dimon had their arms around each other's shoulders as they drank freely.
Dimon calmly glanced at him. "What do you mean, trade a few moves? I won."
"No, I won. My fists hit you three hundred and seventy-three times!"
"Face reality. I'm not injured at all, so naturally I won."
"I hit you five times as often as you hit me. I definitely won!"
Roger could not argue his case against Dimon, so he turned to Shakky, who was pouring drinks, for help.
"Shakky, I won, right?"
Shakky covered her smile with her lips and took out a mirror from behind the bar, placing it before Roger. "See for yourself."
In the mirror, Roger's face was bruised black and blue.
"Ha ha ha, this one doesn't count." Roger gave a dry laugh. "I was just holding back a little. Let's call it a draw."
Damn it, that kid had healed his injuries. Anyone looking at them would think Roger had lost.
I clearly won!
Roger said gloomily, "What kind of ability is that?"
Dimon smiled. "It's the Elixir of Immortality I brewed!"
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