Chapter 137

The flat-topped boy admitted that he had been a bit careless before and had underestimated his opponent this time.

However, once he got serious, the outcome of the script would not change in the slightest!

"Sleep forever in the ice and snow, I will remember your name, for you came close to defeating me. But the difference that you lack is the absolute gap in our powers!" he declared, possibly succumbing to his chūnibyō, as he loudly proclaimed words that could make one's skin crawl.

Abel initially thought to let the fellow rejoice a bit longer, but he could hardly stand it anymore.

"You talk too much, and compared to that, your strength is hardly worth mentioning."

"What?!"

With just a slight exertion of force, Abel easily freed himself from the clutches of the snow monster's arms.

Then, with a casual swing of his long sword, under the disbelieving and utterly shocked gaze of the other, he unleashed:

Shura Aurora Slash!

Swish!

The powerful flying slash instantly divided the snow monster, whose hardness was comparable to steel, into four pieces before continuing, unabated, towards the rest area of the others.

Not only did it carve a huge fissure in the ground, but it also split the entire temporary camp into two parts!

The two bodyguards by Du Feld's side couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance, taking a look in that direction.

"This is impossible! Why? Why were you not frozen solid?"

The flat-topped boy, whose body reformed through his elemental abilities, called out with a somewhat pale face.

"Perhaps it's because I'm handsome?"

Abel's voice suddenly appeared at his ear, causing his entire body to stiffen for a moment.

Looking not far away, the afterimage was rapidly fading.

It must be said, Abel's own created move was indeed very practical.

Just as the flat-topped boy subconsciously attempted to use his elemental abilities to escape again, Abel, who had his fun, grasped his head with a right hand coated in Armament Haki, preemptively cutting him off.

He had already caught the flat-topped boy's physical body with Armament Haki!

In such a situation, there was no escaping for him.

"Don't..."

Bam!

Abel gripped his head and smashed it heavily into the ground.

Spurt

Before the flat-topped boy could even beg for mercy, he was smashed face-first into the ground, his teeth scattering about.

But survival instincts drove him to use the power of his Snow-Snow Fruit to the utmost, continually lowering his body temperature, as though trying to repel Abel with this method.

However, Abel didn't feel any discomfort at all.

If this were in a game, one would surely see a series of [Immune] floating above his body.

Bam!

Abel, expressionless, held down his head and smashed it down fiercely once again.

This time, not only did the flat-topped boy start vomiting blood, but his nasal bones were completely shattered as well.

"Don't... don't kill..."

Bam!

Unmoved, Abel ruthlessly smashed down for the third time.

And this time, it seemed as if the sound of a skull cracking could be heard.

The flat-topped boy's eyes rolled back; he completely lost consciousness, the continuous cold attacks ceased, and Abel picked him up by the head, holding him up like a ragged cloth.

"Although we do not have any grudges, I'm sorry, but I will not leave any trouble for myself."

Boom!!!

The huge explosion that came from within the central abandoned prison on the island coincided with the last sound of Abel smashing the opponent's head.

But everyone present didn't move their eyes away from the blood-stained figure.Cold and ruthless, ferociously violent!

The most important thing is to strike at the root, to leave no trouble for one's future self.

On this alone, many, many people fall short.

But if one wants to live a little longer, this quality is almost a necessity!

Those who are indecisive and let their enemies go easily, unless they're the main character, usually end up dying horribly.

"I won."

Casually discarding the body, Abel walked back and said nonchalantly.

As relaxed as if he had just gone out for fast food.

Watching Abel, who didn't have a single injury on him, Donquixote Doflamingo burst out laughing.

"Fufufufu! Good job. Wait over there for a bit, the other fights should be ending soon."

What if they are a Logia type Devil Fruit user?

Being under 16 means that it's highly possible the opponent has only recently become a Devil Fruit user.

If all their remaining time is spent on developing their Devil Fruit abilities, they won't have time to learn anything else.

Indeed, the flat-top kid's combat skills were a mess, not to mention any training in Haki.

Without about a decade's time, he couldn't grow strong.

Of course, Du Feld decided to let the flat-top kid join this fight to the death; by common sense, it was a sure win.

Just being able to turn into elements made it an answerless advantage, giving a natural advantage.

But who would have thought that an 11-year-old kid from the North Blue could already master the use of Armament Haki to such a degree, and even execute flying slashes with ease.

It was simply incredible!

Even more puzzling was that the flat-top kid's attacks using the Snow-Snow Fruit had no effect whatsoever, truly strange.

At this age, with this strength, even in the first half of the Grand Line, few could compare.

Perhaps only in a place crowded with monsters like the New World could such a phenomenon occur.

So it was something that couldn't be helped.

When four 2's were played and met with a royal flush, what else could be done?

The death of a promising Logia Devil Fruit user did somewhat pain Du Feld.

But as said before, he could afford to lose.

That's also why he never intervened in the fight to the death, never begged for mercy for the flat-top kid.

Otherwise, if Du Feld truly spoke up to save him, Donquixote Doflamingo might actually have agreed.

After all, a Logia Devil Fruit user is very valuable.

With the fight won, he had no reason not to agree.

"Lend me your handkerchief."

Senor Pink watched as his white handkerchief was borrowed by Abel to wipe his hands, turning into a nauseating color, and his face twitched several times.

In the end, he had no choice but to turn his head away, out of sight and out of mind.

But he was very reflective in his heart.

This kid's rate of progress was far too rapid, to the point where even he was becoming perplexed.

If they were to really fight honestly, he felt he would most likely lose.

Donquixote Doflamingo and Du Feld didn't have to wait long; in a few minutes, the outcomes of the other two death battles were also determined.

First, Diamante walked out of the forest dragging the corpse of a combed-hair man, a cold sneer on his face.

Then, Gladius, somewhat disheveled, returned alone from the decaying prison, but the sight of the sloppy man was nowhere to be found, and that said everything.