"Jahahaha~~~"
Fake Ron laughed smugly again. He drew the long sword hanging at his waist, its blade gleaming coldly through the dust, his voice dripping with contempt. "If you think you can do it, then go ahead and try, Charlotte Linlin."
Linlin's gaze darkened. Without answering, she swung Napoleon, already coated in Conqueror's Haki.
Whoosh!
It happened so fast that Fake Ron had no time to react. A flash of steel, and his right arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, falling into the churning dust.
The enormous shock wave from the swing followed, sending his entire body flying and tumbling dozens of times across the ground.
Then Fake Ron staggered to his feet, the smile still on his face as though he had never been injured. "It's useless, Charlotte Linlin. Do you see? I have an immortal body. No matter what attack I suffer, my body will recover."
But the moment he finished speaking, his smile froze. Black mist churned at the stump where his arm should have regenerated, but it seemed suppressed by some invisible force, unable to heal for the time being.
"What's going on?" Fake Ron's voice rose sharply, filled with a panic he had never shown before. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The suppression from Conqueror's Haki made his immortal body recover extremely slowly.
Fake Ron panicked.
His confidence that "I won't die" was like a collapsing wall, every brick falling away.
"Hmm?" Holding Napoleon, Linlin walked toward him, neither hurried nor slow. "Not laughing anymore? Didn't you love laughing just a moment ago?"
"No~~" Fake Ron's face twisted as he kept backing away, saying in disbelief, "How is this possible... Why isn't my immortal body working?"
He suddenly looked up, his gaze holding the final grasp of someone about to drown. "Have you abandoned me? Great