Lightning tore through the heavy clouds, carving winding trails across the sky. A bolt exploded before Sabo's eyes, illuminating his weary yet resolute face.
"Fall back!" Sabo shouted. His iron pipe, coated in deep-black Armament Haki, collided with the razor-sharp blade of a CP0 agent. The clang of metal echoed across the platform outside the domed structure.
Three CP0 agents in white suits circled Sabo like ghosts, moving so fast their paths were nearly impossible to follow. The other Revolutionary Army members had already withdrawn into the building, leaving Sabo alone to cover their retreat.
"Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army," the leading CP0 agent said coldly, his eyes beneath the mask devoid of emotion. "Hand over the Weather Control System data, and the World Government may consider granting you a dignified death."
Sabo gave a cold laugh. "If you have what it takes."
Using that brief visual cover, Sabo swiftly moved behind one of the agents and swung his iron pipe at the back of his neck. The agent sensed the danger and barely dodged, but the blow still struck his shoulder and sent him staggering back several steps.
"Mark, what's the situation?" Sabo asked through his earpiece.
"The third trap is in place, sir!" Mark, the communications officer, replied excitedly. "The materials in these ancient structures are incredible. We successfully modified several gravity devices, enough to trap their reinforcements for a while."
Sabo nodded and continued to engage the enemies before him. The results of the Revolutionary Army's special training were fully displayed at this moment—Fire Fist strikes blasted out in rapid succession, forcing back the agents surrounding him.
Suddenly, Kewen's excited voice rang through the earpiece. "Success! The Sonic Lock has been cracked, and the control room door is opening!"
A flicker of hope flashed through