Severed Arm

As time passed, color gradually returned to Kyros's face.

Atlas surveyed Dressrosa.

Her battle with Redfield had taken place aboard the White Hou, and because she had deliberately held back, the damage had been limited.

Doflamingo, however, had shown no such restraint.

He had hurled his strongest attacks everywhere and pushed his Devil Fruit Awakening as far as it would go. Nearly a third of Dressrosa lay in ruins.

Rebuilding it would be a long, hard road.

And the Dressrosa Kingdom seemed to be missing a... king?

Atlas turned her gaze to Kyros, as though weighing the idea.

Grand Line.

Paradise.

Clang, clang, clang!

His fists, coated in Armament Haki, were like tempered steel. Every blow against Weevil's Bisento made him wince in pain.

Weevil might possess the strength Whitebeard had wielded in his youth.

But it was, after all, only Whitebeard's youthful strength.

Zephyr had not earned the title "Black Arm" for nothing.

Bang!

Another punch slammed into Weevil.

Armament Haki carrying Internal Destruction twisted Weevil's face in agony. His insides felt as though they were being churned apart.

"Mommy! It hurts!"

The pain made Weevil howl.

For all his tremendous strength, he was still a fool.

He had no courage to speak of.

Miss Bakkin, who already had a plan, paid him no mind. She darted toward the recruits, who were still frozen in shock.

The sight of Weevil crushing several people's skulls had been horrifying. These recruits had barely seen blood before. How could they bear it?

One by one, they fell into a daze.

"Hahaha! Zephyr, these recruits can die alongside us!"

A cold glint flashed. Her cane became a killing weapon as she thrust it straight into the crowd!

A Severed Arm Clang!

An eerie flash of deep blue appeared. A slender blade caught