Queen crawled out from the wreckage with great difficulty, his broken mechanical arm sparking and crackling.
Spitting blood, he let out a maniacal laugh, "Did everyone see that?" His laughter dripped with schadenfreude and triumph.
Who's-Who's heart sank like a stone falling into a bottomless ice cave, the bone-chilling cold spreading through his entire body via his bloodstream.
His sharp fangs unconsciously pierced the tip of his tongue, a trickle of blood slowly seeping out.
The metallic taste quickly filled his mouth, yet even that couldn't suppress the snake-like chill creeping up his spine—a cold so piercing it felt like countless fine ice needles stabbing deep into his marrow.
"It's over..."
This thought coiled around his heart like a venomous serpent, tightening its grip until it became difficult to breathe.
Under normal circumstances—such as during the celebratory feast after a great victory by the Beasts Pirates, when the atmosphere was lively and everyone was immersed in the joy of triumph—he might've been able to offer some explanation and seize the opportunity to demonstrate his unique value.
After all, Kaido had always been particularly lenient toward those who proved useful.
He might've laughed heartily, slapped him on the shoulder with that booming, unrestrained laughter, cursed him as a "damn fool," and let the matter rest.
Then, he would've accepted him as one of his own, granting him a stable position within the Beasts Pirates.
But now, the situation was different.
Who's-Who could clearly feel the murderous intent descending from above, sharp as a blade, scraping across his skin inch by inch.
Each sensation was as agonizing as being sliced to pieces.
The Conqueror's Haki radiating from Kaido surged outward like violent tidal waves, distorting the surrounding air—a true sign of lethal intent.
The entire space was enveloped in this overwhelming killing aura, suffocating everyone present.
"The Calamities..." His peripheral vision cautiously scanned the surroundings.
Queen's shattered mechanical arm crackled with dangerous sparks, flickering unpredictably like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.
His bloated face was contorted with rage, his already ferocious features now terrifying, veins bulging on his forehead and eyes blazing with fury.
Jack had transformed into his beast form at some point, his massive body resembling a moving mountain. His blood-red elephant eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, as if Who's-Who were nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter, ready to be crushed underfoot.
Even the severely injured King had struggled to his feet, leaning on his blood-stained sword.
The flames on his black wings flickered like the breath of death, each pulse seeming to declare the end of Who's-Who fate.
These "Tobiroppo," who had always looked down on him, now held the same message in their eyes:
You're dead!
Their gazes held no trace of mercy—only cold resolve and merciless mockery.
"Heh..." Who's-Who let out a low, bitter laugh, his sharp teeth stained with traces of blood that trickled down the corner of his mouth.
How ironic.
He'd never betrayed anyone, yet a series of coincidences had forced him into a position worse than that of a traitor.
Fate had played a cruel joke, trapping him in this hopeless situation with no escape.
Dark clouds began to swirl in the sky, forming a massive black vortex as if to devour the world.
Kaido's spiked club crackled with familiar lightning, the electric sparks sizzling—the unmistakable prelude to "Thunder Bagua."
But now, Kaido himself was occupied, locked in a fierce struggle with Whitebeard, leaving him no opportunity to intervene in Fūz Fū's predicament.
Who's-Whos anxious gaze swept across every corner of the battlefield.
Queen's mechanical arm was charging with energy, the gathering power humming like the approaching footsteps of death, sending chills down his spine.
Jack's tusks were aimed directly at his throat, their sharp edges glinting coldly in the sunlight, as if they'd pierce through his neck at any moment.
King's katana ignited with azure flames, the fire dancing like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps from the underworld, exuding an aura of death.
High above, Kaido's murderous intent clung to him like maggots to bone, leaving him no room to escape.
There was no path of survival in any direction!
Who's-Who felt like a beast trapped in a cage—no matter which way he fled, he'd only crash into unyielding walls.
"Hah... hahaha..." His laughter forced its way from the depths of his throat, carrying despair, resentment, and a resolute courage.
The purple-haired man slowly straightened his back, the movement deliberate and firm, a declaration of war against fate.
He wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth with a fierce, decisive motion.
"You really think I'm some small fry to be slaughtered at will?"
These words acted like a key, instantly unleashing the ferocious beast long imprisoned within his heart.
Who's-Who's pupils contracted to pinpricks, a flash of madness and ruthlessness in his eyes.
The veins on his neck bulged and twisted grotesquely.
Years of suppressed rage erupted in that moment, transforming into overwhelming killing intent that burned like an inferno, ready to incinerate all obstacles before him.
"Since all of you want me dead, then let's descend into hell together!!!"
Who's-Who's roar seemed to emerge from the depths of the abyss, every syllable saturated with boundless fury and finality.
His longsword suddenly erupted with blinding lightning, the radiance piercing through dark clouds like the midday sun and tearing across the heavens like thunderbolts, making it impossible to look upon directly.
This lightning shared the same origin as Kaido's techniques, flowing from an identical source of power, yet it carried a distinctly different madness.
Who's-Who's figure vanished from sight in an instant, moving so fast it was nearly impossible to track.
Only spiderweb-like cracks remained on the ground, spreading outward like a colossal web, testifying to the immense power unleashed in that fleeting moment.
When he reappeared, his Armament Haki-clad sword came crashing down violently upon Queen's mechanical arm.
"BOOM—!" The deafening explosion shattered the battlefield's brief silence, the powerful shockwave spreading outward like raging tidal waves.
Queen's seemingly indestructible mechanical arm, under this devastating strike, bent and deformed as easily as a fragile twig.
Queen's obese body was sent flying like a cannonball, his sneering expression freezing instantly, replaced by a flicker of panic and disarray.
He staggered backward, each step leaving deep imprints in the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"First one!"
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