"Kehahaha..."
Lancelot recognized her at a glance—one of his targets here: Monet, the Logia Snow-Snow Fruit Ability User.
Among the three famous secretaries in One Piece, there were Robin, Monet, and Kalifa.
Robin was the cold and elegant type, Kalifa was the sexy one, and Monet was the gentle, intellectual onee-san type.
Of these three, Monet was the first one he had encountered.
It had to be said, she truly lived up to being one of the three famous secretaries in One Piece.
Utterly captivating.
Gentle, intellectual, sexy...
The only flaw was that this woman wasn't too bright in the head.
She had given up her own long legs and let Caesar Clown turn them into bird legs.
What kind of nonsense was that?
Of course, as a member of the Donquixote family, she was only gentle on the surface.
Once a battle began, her personality would turn exceptionally cruel and cold.
She would even bite her opponents to pieces with sharp teeth and had a habit of targeting isolated weaklings first.
Unfortunately, this time, she wasn't facing some weakling.
"Soru..."
With a soft exclamation, Lancelot's figure vanished from his original position like a ghost.
The next moment, when he reappeared, he was already standing steadily beside Monet.
Monet's heart skipped a beat.
Although she had keenly sensed Lancelot's movement, that momentary awareness only filled her with deep fear.
The reason was simple—Lancelot's speed was far too fast, so fast that she was caught off guard and found it difficult to counter.
Only now did she truly understand the meaning behind Vergo's words.
"The same technique, when performed by different people, can produce vastly different levels of power."
Take this move, "Soru," for example. It was almost a signature skill among Marine officers, and many could use it.
For instance, Vergo, who had spoken those words, could also execute this technique.
However, Monet could still barely keep up with Vergo's "Soru."
But facing Lancelot, she found herself utterly incapable of matching him, even though her Observation Haki could detect his movements.
Her eyes could follow, but her body couldn't keep up.
And if her body couldn't keep up, it was as good as useless...
"Kehahahaha..." Lancelot laughed again.
It had to be said, Monet was indeed an exceptional woman.
But no matter how beautiful and captivating a woman might be, how could she compare to a precious Logia Devil Fruit?
The answer was obviously no—in this world where strength reigned supreme.
Such a possibility did not exist!
So, even if Monet possessed beauty enough to topple cities, Lancelot would not show any mercy.
When it was time to kill, he would not hesitate.
"Swish..."
With a crisp sound, Lancelot moved like lightning, swift as the wind, giving Monet no time to react.
The treasured sword Shusui at his waist instantly left its sheath, its cold gleam flashing like a bolt of lightning across the night sky.
In that fleeting moment, Monet's eyes widened, her face filled with terror and despair.
Her body simply couldn't keep up, and she could only watch helplessly as the blade drew closer and closer.
Finally, a sharp pain pierced her chest as the razor-sharp tip of the sword mercilessly stabbed through her heart.
Thud…
Accompanied by a dull sound, blood gushed from Monet's chest like a breached dam, spraying into the air and forming a crimson mist.
The gruesome scene was horrifying, as if the entire world had been stained red.
Yet, Lancelot had anticipated this.
Without a change in expression or a racing heart, he calmly retrieved a seemingly ordinary fruit from his chest.
Just as the blood sprayed out, he precisely caught the gushing heart's blood with the fruit.
And something miraculous happened!
The moment the blood touched the fruit, the once plain and unremarkable fruit, devoid of any special patterns, began to transform dramatically.
First, intricate snowflake patterns gradually emerged on its surface—delicate and lifelike, as if carved by nature itself.
Then, the fruit's color rapidly shifted from its ordinary hue to a pristine, flawless snow-white, exuding an icy and mysterious aura.
"The Logia-type Snow-Snow Fruit is mine! Hehe…"
His triumphant, maniacal laughter echoed through the space.
Even for someone like Lancelot, who possessed a system, a Logia-type fruit remained an invaluable treasure.
...
"H-how… is this possible?"
But just then, an incredulous voice abruptly rang out.
It came from Caesar Clown in the monitoring room.
Caesar Clown stood frozen as if struck by lightning, his already large eyes bulging like copper bells, seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.
His face was a mask of shock and disbelief, his gaping mouth wide enough to fit an egg.
As someone who had known and worked with Monet for over a year, though they had never truly fought, Caesar Clown believed he had a fairly good understanding of her strength.
After all, both of them were powerful Logia Ability Users! In his mind, Monet's abilities were certainly no weaker than his own.
Yet, what had just happened completely overturned his understanding—Monet hadn't even lasted a single move against that Rear Admiral!
What did this mean? Did it mean that if he faced this person, he would be just as helpless as Monet?
The mere thought sent a bone-chilling cold surging up from the soles of his feet, instantly engulfing his entire body.
In an instant, cold sweat poured out like a breached flood, quickly covering his forehead and even trickling down his cheeks.
At the same time, beads of sweat began to seep from his back, glistening like translucent pearls as they slowly trickled down his spine.
At first, it was just scattered dampness, but as time passed, sweat gathered increasingly, gradually converging into fine streams that silently soaked his clothes.
The sweat-drenched garments clung tightly to his skin, outlining the contours of his back muscles, making his inner tension and fear evident at a glance.
This scene perfectly illustrated what it meant to be drenched in sweat...
"Gulp..."
Caesar Clown swallowed hard, his throat emitting a dry, rasping sound.
His eyes widened, pupils dilating rapidly, revealing unconcealed terror.
"Death Realm..."
The name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.
In an instant, he recalled the terrifying weapon he had just successfully developed, hailed as the ultimate killing device.
The thought of this weapon unleashing its horrifying power stirred an inexplicable excitement within Caesar Clown!
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