Munch, munch...
"..."
"What are you doing?" A vein popped on Chrollo's forehead.
He looked over with dissatisfaction at Bonney, who had somehow produced an apple from nowhere and was gnawing on it.
"I'm eating~" Bonney finished the apple in one bite.
Then, she pulled a banana out of thin air and continued munching.
"..." The vein on Chrollo's forehead throbbed even harder.
"I'm asking why you aren't fighting?"
Bonney gave him a look that said, "I dunno, what's your problem?"
Seeing this, Chrollo suppressed his anger.
Whatever... why argue with an eight-year-old?
Oh, wait... she's almost nine...
Bang—
Lucci was sent flying by Uvogin's punch.
Crunch—
Bonney had now conjured some crispy roasted beef intestines from somewhere and was crunching away happily. Chrollo turned a page of his comic book, fully engrossed.
"Ah—take this! Razor!"
Bang—
Uvogin was kicked a long distance by Lucci.
Chrollo turned another page. The food in Bonney's hand switched from roasted intestines to an Angus steak.
"..."
"You two... that's enough!"
Nami, who had emerged from the Fourth-Dimensional Mansion at some point, saw this scene. A vein popped on her forehead too.
Two fists of justice descended, instantly raising large bumps on both their heads—
Bonk— Bonk—
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(;ಥ;ω;ಥ;)(;ಥ;ω;ಥ;)...
"Aren't you guys worried at all?" Nami looked anxiously at the fierce battle ahead.
"Worried about what... With Chrollo here, there's no way they'll lose... Besides, the Troupe should win no matter how you look at it."
Bonney rubbed the bump on her head with tears in her eyes, looking heartbroken at the steak that had fallen to the ground.
Eventually, her appetite overpowered her brain. She picked the steak up off the ground.
"According to the three-second rule, food dropped on the ground for less than three seconds is still edible! Yep, that's right!"
Bonney blew on it hard, swallowed it whole with tears in her eyes, and mumbled:
"These guys' Fruit abilities can't compare to Uvogin and the others at all—"
"Is that so..." Nami still wasn't reassured and looked at Chrollo.
Chrollo nodded. "These people are masters of the Six Powers (Rokushiki). They certainly aren't ordinary."
Normally, CP9 members who had mastered the Navy's Six Powers and possessed Zoan-type Fruits that enhanced physical strength would be slightly stronger than the average Troupe member.
A tough fight would be inevitable.
However, after undergoing a series of enhancements and training from Chrollo, the Troupe members' strength was far beyond what it used to be.
A relaxed expression appeared on Chrollo's face.
"Furthermore, Uvogin and the others have reached a profound level in their application of Nen. By using the six advanced techniques—En, Ken, Ko, Ryu, Gyo, and In—they are more than capable of handling the Six Powers."
"Besides, Uvogin's Fruit isn't something those unawakened Zoan Fruits can compare to."
"Bonney is right. These people won't be their match."
Hearing Chrollo's explanation, Nami finally sat down next to him with peace of mind and watched earnestly.
Seeing the mother T-Rex calm down...
Chrollo sneakily pulled his comic book out of his pocket and continued reading.
Bonney produced a giant turkey leg from somewhere and quietly gnawed on it...
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"Soru!"
"Shigan!"
"Tekkai: Wolf Fang!"
"Tekkai: Wolf Bullet—"
Transformed into a massive, dark-skinned wolf-man, Jabra launched a storm-like offensive against Phinks. His limbs, torso, and even every inch of his muscles turned into weapons, his attacks pouring down like a flood.
However, Phinks simply crossed his arms over his chest. A dark green transparent barrier appeared out of thin air, firmly protecting him.
He even yawned out of boredom...
Cold sweat seeped from Jabra's forehead. His arms trembled from the recoil, and his breathing became heavy.
"Damn it... what the hell is this thing! Break, damn you—!"
"Shigan: Moonlight Ten Finger Guns—"
He roared, mobilizing his full strength again, starting another round of tickle attacks...
"This Barrier Fruit really is useful. No wonder that green-haired brat was so boastful."
Phinks lifted his eyelids, looking mockingly at the panting Jabra.
"Done hitting? If you're done... then it's my turn!"
"Barrier: Bull Rush—!"
Phinks suddenly lowered his center of gravity, digging his feet deep into the ground. The dark green barrier warped and curved, transforming into a massive bulldozer charging forward at full speed!
"Wh—?!"
Jabra couldn't react in time. He was shoveled into the air like a kite with a cut string, tracing a miserable arc through the sky.
Seeing this, Chrollo looked up from his comic book and glanced over, showing an expression of approval.
In Chrollo's view, the weakness of the Barrier Fruit was the moment the user separated their hands to attack.
Phinks had done a good job compensating for this flaw in his own way.
Watching Jabra fly high into the air, Phinks grinned. He separated his hands and began rotating his right arm.
One rotation... two rotations... three rotations...
"Ripper Cyclotron: Fifteen Rotations—"
Buzz—
Accompanied by Jabra's look of absolute horror, a blinding golden light swallowed him.
A terrifying fist wind swept up everything in front of it, shredding it all—
When the golden light faded, a ferocious trench a hundred meters long was left on the ground. At the end of the trench, Jabra lay limp on the ground like a broken rag doll, covered in blood and barely breathing.
The first one out... Jabra.
Then, as if dominoes were toppling over...
Kumadori and Fukuro were defeated one after another.
These two were already at the bottom of the barrel in terms of combat power among the CP9 members, with Douriki values below a thousand. They were no match for Franklin and Shalnark.
On the other side of the battlefield...
Kalifa, the only female member of CP9, was also at the end of her rope.
Her upper body was covered in wounds, her uniform tattered from the fierce battle, revealing glimpses of skin. Her long, slender legs trembled slightly; even standing seemed incredibly difficult.
How did it come to this...
Kalifa looked up at the small man opposite her, her eyes filled with complexity and poorly concealed fear.
In the past, she could always rely on her beauty and figure to disturb her opponent's mind.
But the enemy in front of her acted like he had zero interest in women and didn't know the meaning of mercy!
She suspected he could have ended the battle long ago and was simply enjoying the thrill of torturing his enemy...
She could even sense a faint pleasure on his face from his actions...
She really wanted to ask: Are you a pervert?!
She wasn't wrong at all...
Feitan's strength was far superior to Kalifa's.
He could have ended the fight ages ago; he was just happily enjoying the process of torturing her.
Kalifa's Douriki was only 630. Although she had the boost from the Paramecia-type: Bubble-Bubble Fruit...
To Feitan, she was still no different from trash.
...