The Final Two Devil Fruits

Adams smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the green-haired girl's exposed fair skin, which was covered in bruises.

"Monet. Let me see whether you can do it now."

Monet took a deep breath, touched her most painful side, and her eyes grew resolute as she stepped into the Arena.

Padong considerately had the Yamato replica attack again, starting with Kaido's signature move—Thunder Bagua.

The spiked club came whistling down with terrifying force. Monet's nerves were taut as she focused entirely on evasion, her petite body barely skimming past the attack's range at the very last instant.

And as she dodged, she seized that fleeting opening. Her slender fingers flashed like lightning as a precise Shigan fiercely pierced the replica Yamato's throat!

Pfft! The struck replica Yamato abruptly froze, then her entire body exploded into smoke before finally reverting to a light leaf that slowly drifted to the ground.

That was the limitation of replicas—so long as they sustained an injury deemed "serious," they would immediately disperse, regardless of whether that injury would have been insignificant to the original.

Seeing Monet finally succeed, the women all cheered and congratulated her.

Adams nodded in satisfaction and said to Monet, whose little face was flushed red with excitement at her success:

"Come to my room."

With that, he turned and left.

As if she had thought of something, the blush on Monet's cheeks instantly spread to her ears. She lowered her head, responded in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, then hurried after him.

The two returned to Adams's bedroom one after the other. The moment she entered, Monet's trembling fingers went to her buttons, and she began to undress.

Adams froze, then reached out with a helpless laugh to stop her.

"I didn't call you here for