On the fierce battlefield, Pica was completely engulfed by rage, launching a storm of frantic attacks at Zoro, all while roaring, "I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Zoro looked at Pica, whose face was flushed red with anger, as if he had overheated. Not only was Zoro fearless, but he even raised an eyebrow with interest.
He even leisurely extended his pinky finger to pick his ear, a playful expression on his face as he said,
"Ah... ah... so noisy... I say, if you care so much about your lousy voice, why don't you ask Orochimaru to give you new vocal cords?"
His tone was full of teasing, clearly intended to provoke Pica.
Upon hearing this, a hint of disdain for Zoro flashed across Pica's face. He glared fiercely at Zoro and spat contemptuously,
"Why don't you let Lord Orochimaru give you new vocal cords?"
The words had an immediate effect. Zoro, thinking of Orochimaru's unnaturally hoarse voice, instantly fell silent.
His mouth twitched unnaturally, and he slowly spoke,
...Alright... I'm very sure now that no one will ever replace them for you after this.
Zoro knew in his heart that the cunning and vengeful snake was not just a little petty.
Even if he was currently in a dormant state, it was possible that a clone was secretly watching the battle.
He was absolutely certain that Pica's offensive words would be recorded verbatim in Orochimaru's little notebook.
Thinking of this, Zoro quickly adjusted his stance, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as an eagle's. He fixed his gaze on Pica, his muscles tensed, ready to face the impending fierce battle.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the members of the Donquixote Family were gathered together.
Baby5 pulled out a small telescope from her waist and held it to her eyes, concentrating on observing the battle.
After all, her current use of Observation Haki was not yet proficient enough, so she needed external aid to gather more accurate intelligence.
Dellinger was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his legs constantly swinging, and he exclaimed,
"ヽ(•ω•.)ノ Wow... the aura these people are emitting is so strong, so terrifying... Good thing all us regular members evacuated beforehand."
Gladius crossed his arms, his expression cold and stern, and he said coldly, "These people, in such a desperate situation, still dare to resist the Young Master. They truly are a bunch of foolish idiots with more courage than sense."
Lao G maintained the same posture and nodded in agreement, "Indeed. Moreover, the Marine led by Fujitora are constantly gathering in front of the palace, making the situation even more difficult."
Baby5 lowered her telescope, sighed helplessly, and said with concern,
"Sure enough, it's the Straw Hat and his crew who are stopping Lord Pica, just as Lord Orochimaru predicted... The current situation is utterly terrible.
Now, around the palace, the enemy's offensive has formed four main battlefronts.
The first is the arena army composed of contestants from all over the New World;
The second is the former King Riku's army captain, Kyros, known as the strongest warrior in the arena;
The third is Pirate Hunter Zoro from the Straw Hat;
Finally, there are Straw Hat Luffy and that traitor Law.
It's really tricky."
Baby5 looked around at her companions, her voice unhurried, and she even lit a cigarette:
"But a battle, no matter what, must be fought with all our might. Even if it's the end, it should be a grand one, and it's not like we're bound to lose."
The others nodded in agreement upon hearing Baby5's words.
They were already unwilling to give up, and now, spurred on by these words, their fighting spirit soared.
Soon, Baby5 and the others arrived in front of the arena group, standing firm and adopting a posture of readiness.
They knew that dealing with the Straw Hat might be a bit tricky,
But facing this group from the arena, they felt it was a good opportunity to "bully the weak."
Baby5 stood at the front, her expression stern. Her left hand instantly transformed, and a magnificent Gatling gun appeared in her hand.
The black muzzle pointed slightly downwards, her eyes filled with scorn and disdain, and she murmured to herself,
"What was that Lord Orochimaru said again?"
After a brief pause, she suddenly looked up and shouted loudly, "Oh, that's right... Lord, times have changed, it's the era of hot weapons!"
With that, she pulled the trigger, and the Gatling gun instantly let out a deafening roar, spewing out flames and wildly strafing the rebels in the distance.
Bullets rained down like a downpour, kicking up dust from the ground, and the rebels immediately fell into disarray.
At the same time, Dellinger also launched a swift attack, like a black lightning bolt.
He flashed, charging towards the enemy at an extremely fast speed, the sharp horns on his head glinting coldly.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Suleiman the Executioner, his bull horns piercing straight through the other's abdomen.
"Ah... ah... what a pity... it ended so quickly," Dellinger said triumphantly, licking the corner of his mouth with his tongue... it's unclear who he learned that from.
Suleiman's eyes widened, his face filled with pain and disbelief, and his body slumped to the ground.
Dellinger, however, did not stop for a moment. He immediately followed with a kick, hitting Brusque of the Longleg Tribe squarely in the chest.
Brusque was sent flying several meters by the immense force, crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
Having dealt with these two, Dellinger shook his head, a coy expression even appearing on his face.
He lifted one leg behind him, gently wiggled his hips, then covered his mouth and feigned a coquettish sigh:
"So weak... No way, is it over so soon? I still wanted to admire the Longleg Tribe's flying kick a bit more."
Dellinger touched the horns on his head, looking as if he had just played an incredibly easy game, rather than a bloody and brutal battle.
On this chaotic battlefield, the Executives of the Donquixote Family and the gladiators from the arena fought inextricably, with rebels and civilians also caught in the mix, making the situation increasingly chaotic.
Everywhere there were shouts of killing, the clanging of weapons, and swirling dust, making it almost impossible to see what was in front of them.
Luffy, who had been riding Ushi at a frantic pace, had lost the bull at some point and now suddenly bounced out of the crowd again.
With Law slung over his shoulder, he weaved through the crowd, rushing towards the flower field.
Cavendish witnessed this scene from the side and sighed helplessly.
Although he was very unwilling in his heart, seeing the chaotic situation around him, he still gritted his teeth, rode his horse to Luffy's side, and shouted, "Hey, Straw Hat! Get on!"
Luffy looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Without a word, he and Law climbed onto the horse.
Cavendish tugged lightly on the reins, spurred his horse, and complained loudly, "How unlucky, how come I always get dragged down by you."
Although he said so, his actions were not at all hesitant, urging the horse to gallop towards the flower field.
Cavendish rode through the chaos, and the arena people blocked the path behind Luffy, stopping the others from interfering.
Just then, a black shadow suddenly flashed across the sky, and with a "bang," a figure descended from above, landing steadily on the horse's back.
Luffy and Cavendish were startled. They looked closely and saw that the newcomer was Kyros.
"Sorry, hitching a ride," Kyros said succinctly.
The already small horse's back instantly became crowded. Law was squeezed in the middle, completely squashed and almost flattened into a "pancake."
He managed to squeeze out a faint sound, muttering weakly, "It was more comfortable on the bull's back..."
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