Rebecca's Sure-Kill Sword, Backwater Sword Dance

Bartolomeo ran along, grinning as he spoke.

"They think I'm dependable—it feels like I've become the right-hand man of Luffy's right-hand man! This is amazing, I'm so moved."

At that moment, Bartolomeo was surrounded by a sparkling aura. Running at full speed while crying made for a truly strange sight.

"I'm fired up! I have to find Senior Lu Yu as soon as possible!"

Meanwhile, inside the arena, Rebecca was locked in fierce combat on the stage.

"Now then, in the battle royale held at the Corrida Coliseum, only one person can emerge victorious and advance to the finals. The fierce struggle for that qualifying spot continues!"

The announcer passionately narrated from his booth.

On the stage, Rebecca evaded attack after attack. She had not even injured anyone with her sword.

"Those movements far surpass the level of an ordinary gladiator," Cavendish could not help but marvel.

"But why? She's had so many chances to decide the match—why hasn't she attacked?" Cavendish was utterly baffled.

Suddenly, several enormous fighters, each twice Rebecca's size, blocked her path.

Rebecca slowly stepped backward.

"What is she doing? If she retreats any further, she'll be out of bounds!" Cavendish's pupils shrank in shock.

Suddenly, a muscular female gladiator swung an axe at Cavendish.

"Instead of worrying about others, why don't you worry about yourself first? Rebecca will be fine," she said with a giggle.

Rebecca continued backing away, until she reached the edge of the arena with one foot already hanging over empty space.

"Resign yourself, little girl," the giant sword-wielding gladiator standing before Rebecca said with a grin.

The audience grew excited as well, shouting loudly, "Die, Rebecca! Hurry up and kill her!"

At that moment, the three burly men in front of Rebecca attacked her simultaneously.

"Die, Rebecca!"

Each wielded a different