Dozens of fine threads tangled tightly together. In the blink of an eye, the blazing-hot threads lashed down like whips, targeting the figure on the throne.
"Sticky Launcher!"
The masses of mucus fired from Trebol's slime-like body immediately made the cleanliness-loving women frost over.
"Pica!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
The next moment, a shrill, woman-like voice utterly at odds with that massive body rang out. Yamato froze for a moment before doubling over with laughter.
"What was that?! You're so huge, but you sound like that? Hahahahaha! I can't, I can't hold it in..."
Pica, already boiling with rage, merged into the ground. Sharp stone spikes rose continuously from beneath the floor throughout the entire palace.
"You dare mock my voice? I'll kill you! Dance Stone!"
"Even if you can recover by releasing Haki, this will at least drain some of your stamina and time. You lot, obediently become works of art! Destructive Art!"
Bubble-like mist surged forth, sealing off every escape route within the palace and forcing Hua Yue and the others to face the oncoming attacks.
Just then, the fat man in a bodysuit floating above them burst into laughter.
"Be crushed into pulp by my Ton-Ton Fruit ability! Watch closely—this is Machvise's ultimate trump card: Hell's Ten Thousand-Ton Vise!"
"Tch, in such a cramped space, I have to avoid hurting Young Master. Then I'll use this—Exploding Hair!"
His helmet instantly burst apart, and his pale blue hair exploded outward. Each strand shot into the smoke like the tip of a needle.
"Don't even think about running! These hairs contain enough paralytic poison to knock out a Sea King. Even if you're subordinates of a Four Emperor, you'd better leave with some injuries!"
"One after another, all you know is how to charge in recklessly. Bullfight Cape."
The fluttering