Who's-Who moved faster than before, his figure almost transforming into a golden lightning bolt.
This mad traitor had instead found new meaning in survival—using the blood of his former comrades to prove his loyalty.
Jozu watched Who's-Who's slaughtering silhouette, a simple yet cruel smile appearing on his diamond face.
"Seems... we've picked up a treasure."
Though inwardly he shook his head—for someone who betrayed halfway and joined like this, King probably wouldn't place much trust in him.
But he wouldn't be treated poorly either. Do what you're paid for—the Eternal Divine Kingdom rewards and punishes with perfect clarity!
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The blood-red setting sun hung like a burning fireball, slowly sinking below the horizon, enveloping the entire battlefield in an oppressive atmosphere.
The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood, a pungent odor that made every breath feel like swallowing the essence of death, filling one's chest as if it were stuffed with gore.
Who's-Who stood like a demon god amidst the ruins, the rubble and shattered debris beneath his feet bearing witness to the ferocity of the battle.
His pupils gleamed with a chilling, merciless killing intent.
"Everyone calls me a traitor. How laughable."
He slowly retracted his blood-stained claw blades, the sharp edges still dripping with the blood of his enemies, each drop splattering into tiny crimson blossoms on the ground.
His gaze swept over the three remaining members of the Flying Six, his eyes radiating an arrogance that held the power of life and death.
Black Maria lay limp in a pool of blood, her once voluptuous and alluring figure now appearing disheveled.
Her eight spider legs twitched restlessly, the trembling silk threads quivering in the wind.
For the first time, her enchanting face showed a look of terror.
"You... you're insane! Insane!"
Her delicate features contorted with fear, her once-bright eyes now filled with despair.
Already severely injured, she stood no chance against Who's-Who at his full strength.
Ulti tightly shielded the wounded Page One, her gaze resolute. Despite her own grave injuries, she refused to abandon her duty to protect her companion.
Drake had long been kicked away by Who's-Who, his fate unknown. He lay motionless on the ground not far away, his body still.
"Heh..." A cruel smirk curled Who's-Who's lips, his pink fur trembling slightly in the wind. He cracked his neck, the sound sending chills down one's spine.
"Who's next?"
His low voice echoed across the silent battlefield.
Black Maria struggled to her feet, her body swaying unsteadily. Every movement tugged at her wounds, making her grimace in pain. Her eight spider legs twitched anxiously.
"Who's-Who... Lord Kaido won't spare you..."
Her voice trembled slightly, attempting to intimidate Who's-Who with Kaido's name, but the lack of conviction was palpable.
"Too much talk." A flicker of disdain flashed in Who's-Who's eyes as his figure suddenly transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly appearing before Black Maria.
His speed was beyond human comprehension, leaving behind a blurred afterimage in the air, like a golden lightning bolt tearing through the dark sky.
"What?!" Black Maria's pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, she tried to deploy her spider web defense, but it was too late—
"Laser: Lightspeed Finger Gun!"
A blinding golden light erupted from Who's-Who fingertip, as dazzling as the blazing sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
A searing laser beam instantly pierced through Black Maria's voluptuous chest!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering across Who's-Who cold face. The warmth of the blood starkly contrasted with his icy expression.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Countless laser beams followed from different angles!
Who's-Who figure moved at high speed around Black Maria, his movements ghostly and swift. Each flicker was accompanied by a lethal beam of light.
Black Maria's delicate form was pierced with dozens of bloody holes, blood gushing from all over her body.
Her eight spider legs twitched feebly, like a spiderweb ravaged by a storm, no longer able to sustain any hope.
"Urgh...!" She let out one final piercing scream that tore through the battlefield's silence, filled with pain and despair.
Her massive body crashed to the ground with a thunderous impact, raising a cloud of dust. Those once alluring eyes lost their luster, becoming hollow and vacant.
Blood quickly pooled beneath her, forming a crimson puddle.
Who's-Who watched the scene coldly, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.
His eyes showed no fluctuation as he slowly turned his gaze toward the remaining siblings.
The killing intent that had been lurking in his eyes now intensified, emitting a tangible chill that froze the surrounding air.
Ulti tightly shielded the injured Page One.
Her blue hair, already disheveled from the intense battle, hung wildly about her, with several strands sticking to her sweat-and-dust-covered cheeks.
Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with red veins as she glared furiously at Who's-Who, gritting her teeth and roaring.
"Who's-Who! You traitor!" Her voice echoed through the silent battlefield, carrying pure rage.
"Traitor?" Who's-Who sneered, his laugh full of mockery and disdain.
The red tail behind him swayed casually in the air like a dangerous snake.
"Ridiculous. I was never a traitor. You forced this upon me."
As he spoke, his claws began to gleam with a metallic luster.
Those already razor-sharp claws now shimmered with a terrifying glow under the enhancement of Armament Haki.
He slightly raised his claws, a cruel delight flashing in his eyes as he said coldly, "Ready to meet your comrades?"
Page One struggled to stand up. His body had been severely wounded in the previous battle, every movement feeling like countless knives tearing at his wounds.
However, the moment he tried to push himself up, Ulti firmly pressed him down.
A look of determination flashed in Ulti's eyes.
She knew that at this moment, her brother's life was more important than anything else.
She shoved Page One away and shouted desperately, "Run! Get out of here!"
Her voice carried despair, but more than that, it held a desperate hope for her brother's survival.
But how could Who's-Who give them such an opportunity? His figure once again transformed into a golden flash, moving at such extreme speed that it was impossible to track with the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he charged toward the siblings, his claw blades wrapped in powerful Armament Haki.
The gleaming light was like the scythe of death itself, aimed directly at Ulti's throat!
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