"Hey, what are you doing? Aren't we comrades?"
Even after being attacked, Bellamy refused to give up hope. He looked expectantly at Jora and Gladius. But the only answer to his hopeful gaze was Gladius's gloved hand coming toward him.
Smack!
Gladius grabbed Bellamy's face with one hand and slammed him to the ground.
"Disgusting. I might as well blow that face of yours off!"
Explosion: Wrist!
The hand Gladius had pressed against Bellamy's face suddenly swelled, growing like an inflating balloon. When it reached its limit, his forearm exploded, releasing a powerful shock wave that shattered the surrounding stone slabs. It was several times stronger than an ordinary bomb!
Boom!
The fierce blast tore Bellamy's reassembled, resurrected body apart, scattering its pieces across the open grass.
"What a disgrace, letting trash like you wear the family's mark. But that's taken care of now. Even the air feels cleaner."
Standing amid the scattered limbs, Gladius shook out his arm to ease the discomfort of using his ability. The arm that had caused the explosion was completely unharmed; even his clothes were intact.
"Nicely done, Gladius! That's exactly how you deal with someone like him!" Seeing Bellamy blown to pieces, Jora laughed uproariously, delighted by what Gladius had done.
She still didn't understand how Bellamy had resisted her Devil Fruit ability, but he had been blown apart. They had won, and that was enough.
Just as they were celebrating, a familiar voice rose from beside their feet.
"Wh-why..."
Jora looked down at the half of Bellamy's face that remained and lifted her foot in horror. "What is that?! Ugh, disgusting! How can you still talk?!"
"So this is the Undead mentioned in the reports? What a curious thing..." Unlike Jora, Gladius felt no disgust. He crouched down and turned Bellamy's half-face