Sasaki's pupils began to dilate uncontrollably, his eyes reflecting boundless despair and fury.
He fixed his gaze fiercely on the suddenly appearing Who's-Who, his stare burning with hatred, as if only by tearing Who's-Who to shreds could he vent his rage.
He never imagined that this colleague would betray Lord Kaido, distracting him at this critical moment and leading to such a fatal blow.
Who's-Who, however, paid no heed to his former comrades, his face etched with cold indifference and disdain.
In his view, Sasaki's death was merely the result of his own weakness—what did it have to do with him?
He pondered silently, devoid of any guilt or pity.
Then, he slowly scanned his surroundings, his gaze tinged with vigilance. When his gaze finally settled on the two figures battling mid-air, he couldn't help but gasp sharply.
"Lord Kaido is actually being suppressed?!" His voice carried a trace of barely concealed panic, all former composure vanishing without a trace.
Crocodile sneered coldly as he slowly withdrew the blood-soaked dragon tail, droplets of blood falling in a steady rhythm and splattering into tiny crimson blossoms on the ground.
He let Sasaki's body collapse with a heavy thud, the impact resonating dully.
"Looking for your master? Unfortunately..." He slowly raised his blood-dripping dragon claw, which shimmered with an eerie glow.
"He probably doesn't have time for you now."
Not far away, Ulti struggled to climb out of a crater, her movements labored and strained.
Blood filled her mouth, streaming down her chin and staining her clothes crimson.
But in that moment, she disregarded her own injuries, consumed solely by boundless rage.
"You killed Sasaki!"
Her roar echoed across the battlefield, saturated with grief and hatred.
Ignoring her severely wounded body, she charged toward Who's-Who like a frenzied beast, driven by pure desperation.
Who's-Who finally furrowed his brow slightly, turning his gaze toward this dying member of the Flying Six.
His eyes carried a trace of disdain and impatience as he snorted coldly.
"Fool! He died because he was weak. What does that have to do with me? And I'm no traitor—open your eyes! I'm the Fourth Calamity, Light Calamity Who's-Who!"
The moment Who's-Who's figure appeared, the body at the edge of the battlefield, believed to have long lost consciousness, twitched abruptly.
The once motionless form began to stir faintly.
Queen's blood-caked eyelids snapped open, like a slumbering beast suddenly awakening.
His previously unfocused pupils sharpened to needle points, his piercing gaze capable of penetrating anything.
His bulky frame sprang upright with agility defying his size, the mechanical device around his neck emitting a harsh, grating "clack-clack."
"Who's...Who!!" Queen's roar reverberated across the battlefield, laden with fury and hatred.
Behind his shattered sunglasses, veins bulged on his forehead as a terrifying ferocity erupted from his eyes—a glare that seemed capable of incinerating all sin.
Even more shocking was how his injuries were visibly healing at an astonishing rate.
The once mangled wounds were gradually closing, new skin creeping over them.
Clearly, this Calamity had been feigning unconsciousness from the start, silently biding his time. And now, that moment had finally arrived.
Not far away, Jack, buried beneath the sandstorm, began to struggle violently.
His mammoth-like body emerged halfway from the rubble, his murky eyes locking intently on Who's-Who's figure.
With every glance at Who's-Who, the hatred in his heart grew stronger.
"Trai...tor..."
Each word he spat out was accompanied by bloody foam, yet the profound hatred in his voice was unmistakable, as if he wished to devour Who's-Wwho alive.
Even King, who had been completely unconscious, showed a reaction.
Though his eyes remained shut, the usually composed Calamity's black wings trembled unconsciously.
His blood-stained brow furrowed, his face contorted as if, even in his dreams, he sought to tear the traitor limb from limb to quell the hatred in his heart!
"BOOM—"
As if the heavens had been torn asunder, a thunderclap exploded across the sky like a coiling dragon, its shockwaves carrying boundless intimidation as they surged outward in all directions.
Amidst his fierce battle with a formidable foe, Kaido suddenly whipped his head around.
The fury in his dragon-like eyes burned like tangible flames, leaping and dancing they seemed on the verge of bursting from their sockets, scorching the surrounding air until it twisted and distorted.
His gaze, laden with world-ending rage, shot straight toward the distant figure he loathed with every fiber of his being.
"WHOOOOO—! SSSSSS—! WHOOOOOOOOOO—!"
With each syllable roared, thick, serpentine bolts of lightning crashed down from the sky.
The lightning, as if alive, twisted and zigzagged violently toward the earth.
Wherever it struck, the air ionized instantly, erupting in blinding flashes of blue light, followed by deafening booms.
The ground was blasted into charred, gaping craters, while shattered rocks and dust sprayed in all directions from the explosive shockwaves.
"Once I'm free, I'll personally tear out the throat of a traitor like you!!"
Kaido's roar echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
Before his voice had even faded, he raised his spiked club high overhead.
Then, with the force of a meteor hurtling from the heavens, he brought it crashing down in the direction of Who's-Who.
Despite the considerable distance between them, the terrifying shockwave of his Haki surged forth like a raging tsunami, sweeping toward Who's-Who with overwhelming power.
The ground, torn as if by a colossal plow, was instantly carved into a hundred-meter-long trench.
Within the trench, soil churned and rocks shattered.
The minor fighters still struggling to survive were instantly engulfed by this force, pulverized into dust before they could even scream, vanishing into the billowing clouds of debris.
"I'll personally kill you, you traitor!!"
Kaido's draconic roar shook the entirety of Onigashima to its foundations.
The island's dilapidated structures, already teetering from the relentless battles, now collapsed one after another under the strain, sending plumes of dust soaring into the air.
Even someone as composed and cold-hearted as Crocodile couldn't help but furrow his brow at the roar, a flicker of gravity passing through his eyes.
As for Who's-Who, his face turned deathly pale, drained of all color.
He stood utterly dumbfounded.
"??? What's going on?"
His pupils contracted like frightened beads rattling wildly in their sockets, unable to contain the tsunami of shock and terror crashing within him.
Who's-Who was filled with confusion and fear.
What the hell was wrong with these lunatics?
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