Boom.
Werther smashed through a metal door. At the last possible moment, Luo had swapped places with one of the Laboratory's metal doors.
"Not bad. But how long can you keep dodging?"
Before he finished speaking, Werther flashed in front of Luo and swung the Dragon Bone at him with a howl.
Luo vanished again, and a fragment of the metal door Werther had just smashed appeared in front of him.
Luo had used his fruit's power to evade Werther's attack again, but his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
After just two exchanges with Werther, Luo had already come close to death. Without the spatial abilities granted by the Op-Op Fruit, he might have been killed instantly.
The terrain was against him, too. There was little in the Laboratory's bare corridor that he could swap places with, and he couldn't flee while Caesar was watching him closely.
"What are you thinking about? You dare let your mind wander while fighting me?"
Werther's cold voice came from behind Luo. The moment Luo heard it, a heavy blow struck his back. Tremendous force hit him, followed by numbness, and finally a pain that cut to the bone.
As a doctor, Luo immediately diagnosed the damage: a minor spinal injury, a broad swath of ribs broken in V-shaped fractures, and varying degrees of damage to the nearby organs. Worst of all, a broken rib had pierced his liver.
Bang.
Werther's staff sent Luo flying into the Laboratory's metal wall. The impact left a huge dent in it.
Luo slowly slid down from the dent and collapsed on the floor like a heap of broken flesh.
Werther tapped Luo's head a few times with his staff.
Thud. Thud.
Luo lay motionless, as if dead.
"Hey, you're not dead, are you? Make a sound