"Wh…!" Kedaruk's face flickered with a slight change, sensing a powerful force coming from ahead. "You, this guy, talking to others and still have the leisure to guard against sneak attacks?"
"I can split my mind into four."
Vladimir's expression was calm. He reached out with his left hand, covered in Armament Haki, and directly grabbed Kedaruk's fluid, clutching his neck and lifting him high: "You really are a reckless fool. If you truly want to run, I want to catch you—it's not that easy."
"Hmph! Think this can stop me?"
Kedaruk snorted coldly, his gaze sharpening. A domineering Haki instantly swept out, and with a burst of Armament Haki, he surprisingly repelled Vladimir's hold. In the next moment, his figure flashed, and he swiftly retreated.
This was a pure Haki confrontation. Clearly, in terms of Armament Haki level, he was far superior to Vladimir, who had only recently learned it.
"Not bad."
Vladimir relaxed his right hand, and holy light gathered in his palm. Suddenly, a burst of impact shone in the eternal darkness.
"Sacred Judgment!"
In an instant, the entire dark space was pierced by a beam of holy light.
Kedaruk, who was retreating, was unquestionably pierced through the chest.
"Huh!?"
He grunted, and instantly saw visions of heaven and hell—one side was a perfect divine kingdom, the other side was the Nine Hells.
This was not a simple physical attack but a spiritual attack.
Kedaruk felt as if both worlds were calling him—yet instinctively, he knew that stepping into either would lead to dire consequences.
He hesitated, causing his body to stiffen for a second.
And that second was enough for Vladimir to catch up.
"I can't kill that ancient Zoan user in a moment, but… you… still die."
Vladimir's right hand transformed into a hand knife, glowing with holy light, and suddenly descended toward Kedaruk.
At that moment, Shiki's voice came through: "Wait, I have some connection with him. Show me some face, spare his life."
But before his words finished, with a 'puff,' the shining palm pierced through Kedaruk's abdomen.
"Wow…"
Kedaruk suddenly woke up, the visions of hell and heaven vanished, replaced by a sharp pain.
Vladimir immediately withdrew his right hand, then looked up toward the sky from a distance.
"Show face? How much is your face worth? Do you think you're Red-Haired?"
"Show face? How much is your face worth? Do you think you're Red-Haired?"
Vladimir calmly flicked his hand knife, holy light flowing over it, instantly wiping away all traces of blood.
Shiki wanted him to hold back—that was impossible. He wasn't an ability user of the Face-Face Fruit, so he had no reason to give face.
If he were Red-Haired, Vladimir might really consider it—after all, he owed Red-Haired a favor.
Seeing this, Shiki's expression darkened. He looked at the pierced abdomen of Kedaruk, his face grim, lost in thought.
"Wow…" Kedaruk clutched his wound with one hand, covering his mouth with the other, and spat out blood.
He fell from the sky, descending toward the Floating Island.
But even so, he hadn't died—he was just seriously wounded, with greatly reduced combat effectiveness.
"Damn! Careless!"
Kedaruk's face was pale. With his condition, he couldn't continue fighting and could only choose to flee.
"Captain!"
At this moment, Paruk finally broke free from beneath the icy mountain of the floating island and, seeing his captain injured, quickly flew over.
Earlier, Vladimir had used divine speech to alter the world's rules, reversing gravity, and he was given special attention.
After being pulled onto Floating Island 180, the ice mountain pressed down on him. Fortunately, the ice shattered, and he managed to seize the opportunity to escape.
"Where are the other officers?" Seeing the top fighter on their side, Kedaruk forced himself to ask.
"They're all suppressed beneath the ice mountain!" Aruk reached out and caught Kedaruk as he fell. "If we don't move the ice mountain, they won't come out. I barely managed to crawl out using the strength of the orcs!"
The ancient Zoan form—orc.
In this form, Paruk's combat power was greatly enhanced, especially his strength, which was terrifying.
That's why he could barely escape from the ice mountain's suppression. But the others weren't so lucky.
Hearing this, Kedaruk's face darkened with anger. "Bastard! Cough cough… Let's go!"
"Got it!"
Holding the captain with one hand, Paruk slowly knelt, then suddenly leapt into the air.
Boom!
The entire floating island trembled slightly. In the next instant, the red-haired orc turned into a cannonball, shooting toward the dark sphere outside.
They had fought for so long and had somewhat figured out the strange space—if they wanted to avoid being troubled by darkness, they could only escape.
"Where to run?"
Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared ahead, blocking Vladimir's figure.
"Damn, so fast!"
Paruk's heart tightened. Although he was the one who made the first move, he was still two or three seconds behind the other, yet in an instant, the figure had already reached ahead of him.
"Get out of the way!"
Paruk roared in anger. His entire body became more feral, even beginning to lose reason. His gaze was filled with beastly killing intent. His right fist, covered in red fur, suddenly struck toward Vladimir, carrying a massive fist wind.
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