Smoker moved with astonishing speed. Before Trebol could make a move, a black Jitte struck him square in the chest.
With a boom, Trebol was knocked flat on his back. He looked utterly wretched.
Smoker frowned in confusion. "You're not a Devil Fruit user?"
Anyone would have taken Trebol for one.
"Behehehe..."
Even with the Jitte pressed against his throat, Trebol kept cackling. The slime covering his body swiftly wrapped around Smoker.
Bang! Smoker drove his fist into Trebol, but his arm got stuck too. The goo clung to him like Trebol's disgusting snot, gripping tighter the more he struggled.
"Behehehe..."
Trebol laughed as he broke free, raised his cane high, and swung it down at Smoker.
"Rankyaku!"
The cane was about to hit Smoker when a blue arc burst from the flames across from them. The crescent-shaped kick flew so fast that Trebol saw only a blur. By the time he tried to dodge, it was too late. He screamed and went flying.
The sticky substance coating him was flammable. High-temperature flames could even make it explode on contact.
Before Trebol hit the ground, a string of explosions erupted across his body.
"Ah... ah..."
The blasts came one after another, loud enough to make ears ache. Trebol screamed as they tore into him. Soon, he was covered in blood.
"Who was that?"
Pica and the others turned toward the sea of flames in shock.
"Pah..."
Someone spat irritably in the flames. Then a Leopard-Man emerged, black smoke rising from his body.
"Rob Lucci? You're still alive?"
Pica, Senor Pink, and the others were stunned. Vergo had stolen these explosives from the Marines' Science Department, and they were incredibly powerful.
Everyone had thought Lucci was dead. Yet he had somehow survived.
He looked terrible, though. His spotted leopard fur was