A wall of candy blessed with Busoshoku Haki rose instantly from the ground. The gas rope flying at high speed hit the wall and disintegrated into a non-threatening gas again.
"Kukuku, don't look down on me, Gasman!"
Perospero raised his hand to create a huge candy platform with two long tentacles extending from the top. He stood leisurely on top of the platform, condescendingly opened the candy bow towards Caesar who was floating over here, and aimed at the opponent with the tip of the arrow on his fingertips.
"[Gas Gastanet]!"
Facing the dense rain of candy arrows coming towards him, Caesar suddenly opened his mouth wide and spit out a blue linear gas laser cannon. The high temperature dissolved and evaporated all the arrows in the rain. The laser cannon continued to gain momentum and aimed at Perospero's face.
"[Candy Maiden]!"
Thick golden syrup slowly seeped out from Perospero's body surface, and quickly gathered in front of him to form a huge golden iron maiden covered with spikes, which withstood the violent bombardment of the laser cannon.
In the rain of golden syrup splashing everywhere, Perospero controlled the candy creation under his feet and flew towards the distance without looking back. In a few leaps, the figure got into the intricate contiguous building complex and disappeared without a trace.
Although his strength has increased by more than one level since the first conflict with Eternal Financial Group, his mind is very clear and he will not rashly change his action strategy just because of this improvement.
Reason told him that it was far better to fight head-on with the enemy here than to spread around and cause destruction, which would be more substantial help to the main battlefield on his mother's side.
After just a few seconds of weighing and thinking, Caesar decided to catch up and cut this guy into pieces. His body instantly turned into an ethereal gaseous element and floated in the direction of Perospero's escape.
Federation Port area of entry.
The deck of the tart boat moored on the shore was littered with gnawed food scraps and overturned wine barrels. The Big Mom Pirates soldiers who stayed behind huddled together, trembling and staring at Shiryu who was walking slowly through the crowd.
These villains who usually rely on the evil reputation of Big Mom Pirates to plunder everywhere, rob the food stocks of coastal villages and towns, and cause countless ordinary people to be displaced and have their families destroyed. At this moment, they can't even utter the arrogant and cruel words they usually talk about. They are filled with the despair of falling into an ice cave.
Every time Shiryu swings Raiu, a fresh life will be taken away with precision.
The remaining pirates were red-eyed and wanted to fight back together, but the strength gap between the two sides was too great. They couldn't even keep up with the moving afterimage of Shiryu. They couldn't even see the enemy's movements clearly, and they could only face the destined ending in extreme fear.
Federation On the wide street in front of the Presidential Palace, Weevil stood in the middle of the road, waving the heavy Naginata in his hand, and slashed at the wave of pirates in front of him. The pirate at the front was crushed into pieces by the wind of the knife. The ground under his feet opened a bottomless ravine along with the force of the knife, extending all the way to the end of the field of vision.
Weevil, who was born with strange powers, after eating Riki Riki no Mi, his physical strength increased to incredible levels.
Even just the invisible air flow caused by swinging the sword at will can produce an effect similar to "sword energy".
Seeing that the dozens of elite men he had brought with him were wiped out by this sword in just one encounter, Charlotte Opera's forehead instantly fell into a large amount of cold sweat.
He originally sneaked into this area secretly without telling anyone else, intending to personally find his enemies and avenge his four dead brothers. Unexpectedly, he ran into such an unimaginably terrifying opponent without even meeting the real owner.
The destructive power of the knife just now, he asked himself, he would never be able to do it even if he tried his best.
He subconsciously came up with the idea of retreating immediately and making long-term plans, but when he thought of his four brothers, his heart felt like it was clenched by a hot hand, and he could not lift his feet. He was frozen in place and was in a dilemma.
"Okay, Weevil, you can go somewhere else to play. The person he is looking for should be me."
Lafitte flapped the white wings on its back, slowly landed next to Weevil from mid-air, and began to persuade with a gentle tone like coaxing a young child. At the same time, he skillfully took out a rice ball wrapped in seaweed from his arms and handed it to Weevil.
With Weevil's current terrifying destructive power, if it fights on the mainland, the damage to buildings and public facilities may be greater than that of the incoming enemy. No one at the top of Federation is willing to let this guy take action here unless it is a last resort.
"Okay, Uncle Lafitte."
Weevil sucked in the snot that was about to flow to his mouth, took the hot rice ball and held it in his hand, turned around obediently and skipped away along the street.
After so many years of getting along with each other, except for his sister and brother-in-law, he was willing to listen to most of what these acquaintances had to say as long as they didn't show any obvious ill intentions towards him.
Seeing the murderous god finally walking away, Charlotte Opera's tense shoulders instantly slumped down, and he let out a long sigh of relief hanging in his throat.
His mind uncontrollably recalled the scene of the five brothers playing and playing together at Whole Cake Island when the four brothers were still alive. His eyes suddenly turned red, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Lafitte, which had two wings on its back.
Seeing the other party's expression full of resentment, Lafitte laughed secretly in his heart, knowing that he had been dumped for no reason.
The quintuplets looked almost exactly the same, so how could he not recognize the Opera in front of him? He was the only eldest brother of the four unlucky ones who had died one after another and had not yet shown his face.
Strictly speaking, the cause of death of three of the four people who died before really had nothing to do with him. He was the one who was chased and beaten in the first conflict, but it was not a disadvantage to be able to share some hatred with his boss.
"Hohohoho, your anger will only disrupt the rhythm of your attacks and consume your energy in vain. In your current state, I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete the revenge you want."
After calming down the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Lafitte put a gentle smile on his face, picked up the cane, exerted force on his wrist, and drew it towards the void in front of him.
The compressed air blasted out of Busoshoku Haki roared out along with the movement of the cane and went straight to Charlotte Opera's face.
Even though he later transferred to handling clerical-related affairs, Lafitte has never neglected his physical fitness and Haki training over the years. This is also the core reason why Presidential Palace has not even set up a symbolic guard on duty.
"[Cream Monster]!"
Milky white hot fresh cream slowly seeped out from the surface of Charlotte Opera's body, wrapping around his entire hill-like body. The cream dripped onto the ground where it touched, and bursts of dazzling white smoke rose under the high temperature.
As Paramecia·Cream-Cream Fruit's ability users, they can produce and control a large amount of fresh cream from any part of the body. These hot fresh cream can not only saccharify and caramelize the skin of living organisms that come into contact, but the accompanying high-temperature burn effect can even paralyze the mobility of ordinary people in an instant.
"[Cream Heavy Fist]!"
Whipped cream wrapped the entire arm, Charlotte Opera roared, and the fist wrapped around Armament Haki suddenly blasted out, blasting the air attack from Lafitte into the air. The aftermath of the collision of the two forces spread around, shattering the window glass on the street into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of whipped cream spurted out from the pores of his huge body, creating a huge backlash like an erupting white fountain, pushing his heavy body into the air, drawing a parabola with a milky scent in mid-air, and heading straight towards the position of Lafitte.
TO BE CONTINUED