The Wolf and the Snake: Wells's Death

Wielders of Conqueror's Haki were like opposite magnetic poles, born with a repulsion that was nearly impossible to overcome.

Only the most extraordinary emotional bonds could keep such proud souls in delicate balance within the same group: love strong enough to die for each other, comradeship forged through life-and-death trials, or the ties of blood.

Yamato and Hancock clearly shared no blood ties, and love was even more out of the question.

As for comradeship? One look at the tension between them would make even the greatest optimist shake his head.

Just as Hancock instinctively regarded Yamato with hostility, resistance burned in Yamato's heart.

"I don't need your concern. I'll finish things here soon. Worry about yourself instead. Don't let that old bastard catch you off guard again, dumb dog."

As Hancock sent her reply, she leaped lightly as thistledown, evading House's heavy hoof strike.

The magnificent winged horse's forehooves struck the ground, shattering the hard stone slabs. Hancock turned gracefully in midair, the hem of her battle outfit tracing a graceful arc.

Watching the two bicker, Stussy put a hand to her forehead. She could hardly bear to look.

She had no desire to get involved and shot Weevil a look.

The two split up, flattening every broken wall and ruin in sight where someone might hide.

She had also realized that the spatial reinforcement device limited Ochoku's teleportation range to this island.

The old bastard had obtained a secret technique from the World Government that let him suppress his presence and evade Observation Haki, making him impossible to find.

Once they flattened the island's surface, he would have nowhere left to hide.

Yamato and the siblings charged across Hachinosu like giant bulldozers. Their field of view expanded rapidly as more and more obstructions disappeared.

"Damn it... Am I