The Battle Turns as the Tide Gradually Shifts

Squelch!

A muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

Monet had been distracted while blocking the three massive blades copied from the Biscuit Fruit head-on. She failed to notice the Biscuit Soldier circling around behind her, and its giant blade viciously struck her shoulder.

A bone-deep wound instantly burst open, blood gushing out as she was flung backward like a discarded sack of rags.

She fiercely beat the bat wings on her back, barely steadying herself in midair. Her silver teeth clenched tight, and dense beads of cold sweat formed across her forehead.

Azure high-voltage currents erupted from her body once more, madly stimulating every cell within her. Even as tearing pain ripped through her meridians, she did not retreat in the slightest. She gripped the Crimson Thunder Blade in her hand again and charged straight at the advancing Biscuit Soldiers.

She had only one thought—she could not retreat, and she could not lose. Dawn believed in them, so she absolutely could not let him down.

Even if she had to fight until her last drop of blood, she would endure. She would break through this barrier!

Elsewhere, Baby 5 had been forced into a corner against Broken Wall. Three Biscuit Shields closed in like iron walls, crushing toward her from three directions. The immense pressure nearly left her unable to breathe.

She forced herself to calm down. Information on the advanced weapons Dawn had shown her flashed through her mind as her fingertips rapidly shifted forms. She kept trying new weapon forms, searching for a way to break through the Biscuit defenses.

Ever since she was little, people had despised and abandoned her. Everyone had thought she was a useless piece of trash.

Only Dawn had told her she was useful. Only he had told her