Robin's strength had already surpassed the limits of ordinary physical combat.
Those slender arms—
Beautiful, almost fragile—
Locked onto Blueno's knees and collarbones like iron shackles.
Two opposing forces exploded at once.
"Six Blooms… Twist Dance."
Her gaze turned cold.
Then—
CRACK.
A sound so sharp it cut through even the roar of the waterfall outside.
Spine.
Snapped.
Blueno's eyes bulged outward—
His iron-hard body collapsed instantly.
The towering frame fell like a sack of broken bones.
He didn't get up again.
"…Impossible… Blueno…"
Spandam's voice died in his throat.
Like someone had choked him mid-laugh.
"Now…"
Franky stepped forward.
His shadow swallowed Spandam whole.
"Your turn, mask-wearing trash."
Spandam broke.
Completely.
He turned and ran toward the sea tunnel—
Desperate.
"You think you can escape?"
"Six Blooms… Slap."
PA! PA! PA! PA! PA! PA!
Six hands appeared—
And struck.
Relentlessly.
His masked face twisted left and right like a spinning top.
Blood mist sprayed.
Teeth flew.
Within seconds—
His face swelled grotesquely, bruised and purple like rotten meat.
"P-please… spare me…"
He sobbed—
Then, in panic, drew his sword—
Funkfreed.
The blade transformed—
Into a massive elephant.
It charged.
"Pathetic."
Franky didn't dodge.
Didn't hesitate.
Just—
One punch.
BOOM!
The elephant screamed—
And was smashed back into sword form.
Helpless.
Trembling on the ground.
Robin walked forward slowly.
"Thirty Blooms… Clutch."
Arms bloomed everywhere—
Neck.
Spine.
Ankles.
Thirty limbs intertwined—
A living execution device.
Spandam's body bent backward unnaturally—
Like a crescent forced beyond its limit.
"No… help… HELP—!"
CRACK—!!!
Cleaner.
Sharper.
Final.
His spine shattered completely.
He collapsed—
A heap of flesh and agony.
Eyes bulging—
Even unconsciousness refused him.
Franky stepped forward.
His gaze cold.
"This one's for Tom… and every life you destroyed."
He raised his fist—
And drove it down.
A scream tore through the Tower of Justice—
So sharp it felt like it could shatter glass.
Then—
Silence.
Spandam finally blacked out.
If he lived—
It would be in disgrace.
—
Outside.
The front gate of Enies Lobby—
Now ruins.
At the center—
Three figures stood in formation.
Monkey D. Luffy
Roronoa Zoro
Ronan
Their breathing—
Heavy.
Rhythmic.
Their bodies—
Burned.
Scorched.
Laser wounds marked their skin—
Yet lightning-like energy flowed across them, slowly healing.
Above them—
Kizaru floated.
Light gathered and scattered around him.
"You youngsters… really are unreasonable."
"Abandoning defense and tanking my attacks… how scary~"
Ronan wiped blood from his lips.
His spear dragged across the ground—
Screeching.
"If we don't… how do we catch light?"
Then—
A roar.
"Luffy—NOW!"
Ronan moved.
Like a thunderbolt.
His spear—
Wrapped in Armament Haki—
Drilled forward like a rotating storm of lightning.
It pierced into Kizaru's field of light.
Kizaru's expression shifted.
His golden blade—
Ama no Murakumo—
Clashed instantly.
But—
Ronan wasn't trying to win.
He was stalling.
Creating one moment.
One gap.
And—
They took it.
"Gomu Gomu no… Kong Gun!"
Luffy's fist came crashing down.
Gigantic.
Blackened with Haki—
Wrapped in lightning.
The air warped around it.
BOOM!!!
Kizaru had no choice.
He pulled back—
Raised his sword—
And blocked.
For a fraction of a second—
Silence.
Then—
CRACK.
The blade—
Of pure light—
Shattered.
Like glass.
Kizaru's pupils shrank.
"…Oh?"
The impact hit.
Full force.
His body—
Shot away like a golden meteor.
Crashing through three buildings—
Dust exploding sky-high.
And waiting in that path—
Was death.
Cold.
Silent.
Absolute.
"King of Hell… Three-Sword Style—"
Roronoa Zoro stood there.
Blades drawn.
Aura rising like the underworld itself.
"Purgatory Oni Giri."
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