Diamond Dust Fist

"What was with that brat's leg strength!?"

Amid the smoke and dust, Carlson struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood. His right hand clutched his wounded abdomen, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

At that moment, he regretted everything. If he had known he would encounter such a powerful enemy, he should have stayed in that comfortable nest in the Underworld, peacefully playing his little emperor. He should never have believed Crocodile's lies and come to this troublesome place, Alabasta.

At the same time, his mind raced as he considered whether to use the illustrious Charlotte surname to bluff his opponent, as he had before, hoping to scare him off.

Seeing Sanji use Geppo and draw ever closer, he hurriedly shouted with all his strength:

"Stop! My surname is Charlotte! Think carefully about the consequences before laying a hand on me!"

Sanji stepped through the air, rings of white vapor bursting beneath his feet. He looked down at the bedraggled Carlson with undisguised contempt and disgust in his eyes.

"I'd heard about you long ago. Whenever you meet a strong enemy, you hide behind women. Are you even a man? Have some shame, bastard!"

"You rigid little brat, what do you know!"

Sanji's words enraged Carlson into humiliation and fury.

"To survive, people should use every means possible!"

Bang!

Carlson's bent legs suddenly crouched low. The muscles and tendons in his calves tightened and compressed, storing tremendous power before explosively releasing it.

As the ground beneath his feet collapsed, he shot into the sky like a cannonball. His legs became a blur of afterimages, coated in a layer of flowing pink color as wolf legs, and kicked viciously toward Sanji's face with a shriek that tore through the air.

Red light flickered in Sanji's eyes as he unleashed