Brûlée had already lost her composure and could no longer think straight.
But Katakuri's words still carried more weight with her than Randall's.
Brûlée, who had been about to come out, immediately backed away several steps, sobbing.
Randall shook his head, then glared at Katakuri, murderous intent boiling from him.
"You really deserve to die, Katakuri."
Under the weight of that murderous intent, even Katakuri's face creased.
But he still tightened his grip on his weapon.
"C-Candy Wave!"
Just then, Perospero gave a low shout.
Under the influence of his power, the surrounding ground instantly turned into multicolored syrup.
The thick syrup surged like ocean waves, sweeping toward Randall's legs.
Randall could not even be bothered to dodge a move like that.
His body was coated in Armament Haki anyway, so it would not get him dirty.
In a flash, the wave of syrup washed over Randall's legs.
Then the syrup instantly solidified, becoming as hard as iron.
Perospero was delighted at the sight.
"I've trapped him!"
But before his words had even faded, several cracks rang out.
Randall shifted his legs, and the incredibly hard, solidified syrup shattered.
He had not even made any particular effort. He had simply moved normally.
It was as though he had grown tired of standing in one position and wanted to change his stance.
Perospero's long tongue drooped.
"H-how..."
"Perospero! Watch out!"
A red gleam flashed in Katakuri's eyes. His expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly shouted.
At the same time, he turned the ground into a sea of mochi, directing it not at Randall, but at Perospero.
The ground shook, and Perospero fell.
Almost at the exact moment he fell, a transparent slash swept horizontally through the spot where his neck had been.
Perospero trembled, feeling a chill in his heart and