While Hawk-Eye was slicing at an asshole with his little knife, the battlefield on the other side lay in ruins, ravaged by Logia powers.
Frost covered vast stretches of ground and wreckage, only to be scorched black and shattered by lightning.
Craters blasted open by light projectiles and traces of corrosion left by mycelium littered the area...
Kuzan, who had just blocked and shattered Kizaru's Ama no Murakumo, stood on a relatively intact stretch of ice.
His chest rose and fell slightly as he exhaled great mouthfuls of cold air.
Kizaru's fighting style was still infuriating.
And then there was Enel, who fought like a madman.
He kept unleashing sweeping lightning strikes without a moment's pause.
Neither Kuzan nor the Curse Doctor was particularly fast, so whenever Enel bombarded the area, only Kizaru could get away.
Fighting like this, with both mind and body constantly on edge, was far too draining.
Especially now...
Kuzan's eyes shifted slightly as he glanced toward the other side of the battlefield.
Enel held the Golden Staff in one hand, while his other hand...
Was clamped tightly around the neck of Samuel Kronos, the Curse Doctor, lifting him clear off the ground.
Samuel was a pitiful sight.
Most of the mycelium mask on his face had already shattered, exposing the contorted face of a middle-aged man beneath. His complexion was swollen and purple, his eyes rolled back.
The eerie green mycelium covering his body had withered en masse, losing all vitality.
His robe was tattered and charred, his flesh split open in several places. He had clearly suffered a crushing defeat in his head-on clash with Enel.
Enel held him up with one hand, without even turning his body fully around.
He merely twisted his head a full hundred and eighty degrees at an almost