Bang...
The Hand of the Evil God ultimately prevailed, gradually suppressing Carlos's Hurricane attack and slowly slapping him down.
"Hmph, Carlos, you've run out of tricks? Then watch my attack! Hand of the Evil God... Annihilation!!"
After Luo Chen finished speaking, he pulled his large hand back, allowing Carlos to take a few steps forward. Then, following the trajectory and using the momentum, he slapped Carlos hard, sending him crashing down like a sandbag.
boom...
Luo Chen's attack even scattered the clouds in the sky, and rays of sunlight shone through the cracked and crumbling ceiling. At that moment, the slaves, who were imprisoned in iron cages and felt extremely depressed, seemed to see the long-lost sunlight and smiled knowingly.
brush...
Luo Chen landed back on the ground and looked at the mess around him. Seeing the hopeful expressions on people's faces, he knew that it was really over and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew... it's finally over. That guy was really tough to deal with. But I learned a lot from this battle, and I'm sure I won't be in such a sorry state next time we meet!
Hmm?! Oh, right, Catherine...
Having confirmed his victory, Luo Chen was still somewhat incredulous. This was the most evenly matched battle he had fought since setting sail. Although the process was arduous, he had ultimately achieved victory, which filled him with immense satisfaction. After briefly summarizing his battle experience, he thought of his companions and they quickly ran over using their Observation Haki.
"Heh, that old Carlos is finished too. I didn't expect him to win. Let's go, Monet, we should also go and complete the task the young master assigned us..."
On the other side of the venue, Gladius watched Luo Chen defeat Carlos, pondered for a moment, then turned and walked towards the direction where Carlos had been sent flying.
"Hmm... What, aren't we going to deal with him first? You know he looks extremely weak right now. If we can get rid of him, it will be like removing a major threat to the young master!"
Monet, who had been sitting beside him without making any move, looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked.
"No, that guy isn't as weak as he looks. Look closer; he hasn't suffered any serious injuries. Besides, Sabo from the Revolutionary Army is here too. If we rashly fight him now, we might be the ones who lose."
Therefore, instead of focusing our attention on him, who is completely unharmed, it would be better to deal with the severely injured Carlos, whom the young master is worried about. Let others handle him...
After explaining to Monet Gladius walked towards the main gate.
"All right..."
After hearing this, Monet turned her gaze to Luo Chen, who was walking towards Catherine. After scanning him up and down a few times, she said unwillingly, and then turned into Snowflake, drifting out of the venue with him.
"Hmm... is it just my imagination? What is it?"
As soon as she left, Luo Chen sensed a gaze directed at him. Thinking he had misjudged the situation, he turned around to look, only to see the figure gradually receding into the distance. It felt as if he had seen her somewhere before, but seeing that she was gone, he ignored her and continued walking towards Sabo.
"Huh?! Who is it? Isn't it Lord Carlos? Tch, is it someone who slipped through the net?"
Just as Gladius stepped out of the passage and out the gate, Carlos's army guarding outside, upon seeing that it was not their leader, immediately raised their guns, pointed them at him, and shouted sternly.
"Hmph, even our boss has been defeated, and a bunch of lowly lackeys dare to block our way? Get out of our way right now, or else..."
When Gladius saw that Carlos's men were not concerned about their boss's safety but instead came to stop them, he spoke up in dissatisfaction.
"Huh? What did you just say? Our leader was defeated? Don't be ridiculous! Our leader, Lord Carlos, has two invincible Admiral by his side. How could anything happen to him? Are you trying to fool us so you can slip away?"
Heh heh heh, let me tell you, that's impossible. Lord Carlos has already ordered us to stay here and not let any escape, just like those people!
The black-clad soldiers simply did not believe that their leader Carlos and the others had been defeated. In their view, Gladius and his companion were merely trying to fool them so they could escape. One of the black-clad men, who appeared to be of high rank, stepped forward, looked at them, and pointed at the corpses of the group of slain nobles, sneering.
"Hmph, otherwise I would have already told you the truth. Whether you believe it or not is none of my business. But are you really not going to clear the way? Then I'll just have to make you clear it by force!!"
Gladius ignored their reactions; in his view, they were already lucky to have been informed of the outcome. Having failed to persuade them, he stepped forward, intending to settle things with force.
call...
A cold wind blew by.
"Hmm... are these Snowflake? Is it snowing? But how could this be? The climate on Supomachi Island shouldn't give way to snow!"
After the cold wind blew, Snowflake began to fall from the sky. The soldier in black reached out and caught a Snowflake, watching it melt in his palm, and said in disbelief.
"Wait... Gladius, can you leave them to me?"
At that moment, a melodious female voice rang out from the sky, echoing in everyone's ears.
"Hmm, so you want to make a move too?"
Upon hearing that voice, Gladius raised an eyebrow.
"Hehehe, I've been in the venue for quite a while, and my body is getting a bit stiff. I'd like to stretch a bit, is that alright?"
Then the Snowflake drifting in the sky slowly condensed into human shapes around him, and soon Monet appeared in front of the group of people.
"Ah..."
Some people were startled by Monet's sudden appearance, and a few even fell to the ground, looking at her with fear.
"Alright, you can handle them, but don't go too far, lest the Revolutionary Army inside all come over, and we get bogged down..."
Gladius ignored their reactions, glanced at their disgraceful behavior, pondered for a moment, and then handed the matter over to Monet to handle.
"Hehehe, don't worry, I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget... Snowflake... Hard Blade!!"
After saying that, Monet's lower body transformed into snowflakes and drifted towards those people.
"No, don't come any closer..."
Bang... Bang... Bang...
The soldiers had never seen a Logia ability user like Monet before and didn't know how to deal with the situation, so they could only raise their guns, point them at her, and fire.
Bullets pierced her body one by one, but without drawing a single drop of blood. Instead, they left craters that gradually healed as the Snowflake melted into them. Seeing this, the people were even more terrified and retreated, unable to look Monet in the eye.
"Hehehe, any other tricks up your sleeve? If not, then it's my turn to attack!!"
Monet covered her mouth with her slender, fair hand and giggled.
"Damn it!! Is it Logia? We don't have anything here to deal with her! If only Jessicano and Fukelike were here!!"
Seeing this, the experienced captain of the guard had already guessed Monet's abilities and gritted his teeth in resentment.
"Heh, looks like there aren't any left... Then it's my turn to attack!!"
After saying that, Monet transformed into Snowflake and rushed over.
Clang clang clang...
A flash of white light, and the soldiers' gun handles were all severed, falling to the ground with a clattering sound.
call...
The next moment, as they were about to turn and run away, Snowflake gradually covered them, turning them into white snowmen standing there.
"Gone, Gladius!!"
"Hmm, has it been resolved?"
"Well, I suppose they won't do anything bad again, haha, they wouldn't be able to. Even if they survive, they'll spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs..."
The two talked as they drove toward Carlos's location.