"Your head was crushed, and you're still alive? What the hell are you?!!"
Cold sweat ran down Lao G's forehead as he demanded an answer.
It was not just that impossible vitality that terrified him. The man's speed and strength were nothing to scoff at either. As members of the Donquixote Family, they would never have made it this far if they were the sort who could be killed by a casual sneak attack.
Yet what had just happened?
Machvise had been stabbed through the heart! Lao G himself had lost a foot in the instant his attention wavered!
Machvise, his regular card-playing partner, was dead, and Lao G was furious. But fear outweighed his anger now. The enemy's strength had gone far beyond the level of small fry!
"What am I? Hey, hey, don't make it sound so nasty!"
Chou slowly pulled himself out of the soil. As the others stared at him like they had seen a ghost, he reached up and pieced his shattered features back together.
Then, wearing a face still mangled beyond recognition, Chou smiled. "We're just ordinary people. We're already dead, that's all."
We?
Diamante weighed that word carefully. Then he spun around and pulled his cape in front of him.
Clang!
A longsword slammed into his steel outfit. Even with a roaring sea of fire nearby, the sparks from the collision flashed bright enough to dazzle the eye.
He looked along the blade and found a man they had already taken for dead. The man stared at him with a bloodless face, his eyes shifting slightly.
The man glanced at the weapon stopped by a thin cape in his hand and said flatly, "That feeling... Is your clothing made of steel? Are you a Devil Fruit user?"
"You bastard!"
Having narrowly escaped death,