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"Germa's demon brat, what are you doing here?"
Cavendish looked unpleasantly at Ichiji and the others approaching, carrying a faint hostility.
There was not the slightest fear or worry; perhaps it should be called ignorant fearlessness!
"Nothing much…"
Ichiji walked straight over, scrutinizing Cavendish, who was unbelievably handsome and exuded a strong noble aura. He stroked his chin, speaking with a hint of playfulness, "I just didn't expect that 'Rommel's Weasel,' who caused countless people to worry and fear, would be such a narcissistic guy…"
He had already found out that Cavendish was not from the Cavendish Kingdom. He was rumored to be a prince from the Bourgeois Kingdom, but he learned swordsmanship from Stansen, the famous sword master of the Cavendish Kingdom.
It had to be admitted that this guy was truly the ideal perfect male god in the hearts of countless women. It's estimated that even a wanted poster with his picture would likely be collected by those fanatical fans as a poster.
"Rommel's Weasel?"
Cavendish's expression changed slightly, then returned to calm, glancing left and right. "Where? Where?"
While feigning ignorance, his heart grew wary.
He hadn't expected that his biggest secret, known only to a very few close individuals, would actually be discovered by the other party.
"Terrible acting, stop pretending… Soru!"
Ichiji, who had no intention of wasting words with this guy, stomped his foot violently and disappeared from the spot like lightning.
The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Cavendish, his right hand reaching for his head.
"So fast!"
His pupils contracted sharply. Cavendish, who hadn't expected the other party to attack without a word, changed his expression. As his body retreated sharply, he instinctively swung his sword. "Ouken…!"
"Clang!"
Sparks flew.
His right hand, wrapped in pitch-black Haki, directly ignored the slash of the Holy Sword Durandal and clamped onto Cavendish's neck.
In terms of speed, he completely crushed the opponent, not giving him any chance to create distance!
"Die!!"
The sword's edge cut through the air, heading straight for Ichiji's throat.
But Ichiji's neck was instantly covered with a layer of black "armor," gleaming with a metallic luster.
"Clang…ㄣ‖…"
"How is that possible?" A teeth-grating friction sound rang out. In Cavendish's disbelieving gaze, his incredibly sharp Holy Sword Durandal only managed to carve a shallow white mark on the front of the opponent's waist.
"Bang!"
"Wah…"
A merciless knee kick made Cavendish's eyes bulge, his face contort, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fainting from the pain. But he was already lifted into the air.
The dark left hand directly snatched the Holy Sword Durandal and tossed it aside.
"Boom!"
"You bastard, cough, cough…"
Clutched by the neck with one hand and pressed against a tree trunk, Cavendish's face was ashen, feeling suffocated.
He struggled with both hands, trying to pry open the large hand, which had lost its Haki and was like a golden hoop, but he couldn't move it. He struggled fiercely, glaring at the other party.
If he hadn't been so careless, he wouldn't have been so utterly crushed!
"Stop struggling…"
Ichiji's face was cold, and he struck mercilessly, "With your half-baked swordsmanship, killing you would be too easy. You're truly an oddity for daydreaming while training."
"Cough, cough, bastard!!"
Cavendish, red-faced and gasping for breath, almost wanted to vomit blood, glaring angrily at Ichiji.
He, who was hailed as a swordsmanship genius, was not only utterly crushed by this bastard, but also openly humiliated. His anger reached its peak.
"Law, try your ability!"
Ichiji spoke directly to Law, who was walking over, carrying Kikoku. "See if you can separate that guy."
"A dual personality, truly unimaginable…"
"Crash~~~"
Law shrugged, directly drawing the gleaming blade from Kikoku's sheath.
"The world is full of wonders!"
"Bastard, cough, cough, what are you… trying to do?" Cavendish spoke with difficulty, his face purple, filled with rage.
To him, today was simply an undeserved calamity.
"Bepo."
Taking a deep breath, Law called out to Bepo, who was holding a black cat in his arms.
Ichiji, who had some understanding of Cavendish, felt that instead of calling him a dual personality, it would be more accurate to say he had two separate souls, otherwise, it would be impossible for two personalities to appear simultaneously and affect the body.
Therefore, he wanted to try.
"Yes, Captain…" Before Bepo could step forward.
Suddenly, Cavendish's eyes rolled back, and his entire being underwent a massive transformation.
"Ha… Kill, kill, kill…"
His golden hair wildly disheveled, his handsome face became distorted and terrifying. Cavendish struggled fiercely, full of murderous intent and brutality, glaring fixedly at Ichiji, who was holding him up with one hand. He continuously yelled, "Bastard… I'm going to chop you into pieces… mince you into meat paste… Ahahaha…"
"Bang, bang…"
His legs kicked violently, trying to attack Ichiji, but they were blocked one by one.
"Bang…" The large tree behind him, thick enough for two people to embrace, was actually snapped by his kick, falling with a creak.
But he remained firmly held by Ichiji, unable to break free, yelling crazily, "Let me tear your arms, legs, and head into pieces, Germa's demon brat…"
"…Huh?"
Bepo's eyes widened, startled by the sudden drastic change.
"Is this his second personality?" Akainu's gaze narrowed. He clearly felt that the aura of this second personality was several times stronger than before.
"I'm just worried he'll be hard to control!" T-Bone frowned.
Just by looking, they knew how ferocious and brutal Cavendish's second personality was, filled with chilling malevolence and killing intent.
"Perfect!"
Law's face was stern. His left palm faced downwards, releasing a translucent barrier, "ROOM!"
The sharp blade pointed at the cat in Bepo's arms, and he thrust it forward in the air!
"Swish!" A pink, heart-shaped substance, connected to the black cat's body, flew out.
As if half of his stamina had been drained, Law, looking somewhat exhausted with his forehead suddenly covered in fine sweat, gritted his teeth and swung his sword again, thrusting it through the air towards Cavendish, who was struggling desperately!
"Swish!"
Another pink, heart-shaped substance, connected to Cavendish's body, appeared, looking somewhat eerie.
"Is this the power of the Op-Op Fruit?" T-Bone and Bogard couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"Transplant!"
Law, drenched in sweat, moved two fingers with difficulty. The two heart-shaped substances instantly exchanged places, then disappeared into their respective bodies.
Currently, using this ability was too draining for him; his body was essentially emptied!
"Thump!"
Law, covered in sweat, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily!
"What an exaggerated ability!" Even Ichiji, who already knew about it, was still a little startled witnessing this scene.
It must be said that the power of the Op-Op Fruit was indeed ridiculously exaggerated.
It could even transplant "souls"!
"Phew, it's done, Your Highness…"
"Meow—"
Before Law could finish speaking, the black cat suddenly opened its ferocious eyes, exuding an astonishing killing aura, and pounced towards Bepo, who was caught off guard.
"Bang!"
Akainu, who noticed something was wrong immediately, stomped directly on the black cat's neck.
"Swish, swish…"
Sharp cat claws clawed at the air, its terrifying, fierce eyes glaring fixedly at Akainu…