Chapter 72: Don Quixote Family

CP3 made a mistake,

Their mistake was that when they reviewed the "Odyssey Battle," they focused all their attention on Rosinante.

In the eyes of CP3 agents, even with the enhancement of the "Inspiration Fruit" and "Art Fruit," Rosinante, who managed to hold off the "White Dragon" Baruff·Tani in a short time, was undoubtedly the strongest in the "Don Quixote Family."

As for the publicly revealed leader Doflamingo, he was probably just a figurehead.

Similar to the "Bounty Pirates" just captured by CP9 in the New World, the leaders were the two brothers, Bondi Bin Jack and his younger brother Bondi Valdo.

And unlike the younger brother, Bondi Valdo, known as the "World Destroyer," the elder brother Bondi Bin Jack was frail and sickly, a thin man who needed intravenous fluids at all times.

Most of the time, the elder brother was carried on the shoulders of his robust younger brother, and their status was equal.

However, in terms of strength, Valdo could kill Bin Jack with just one finger!

That was how CP3 saw the two brothers in the Don Quixote Family.

As for the Toriboru Quartet, they were just a group of local ruffians in this town.

And these ruffians might possess some strength and boldness, but in the face of these well-trained agents, they were simply not a match!

It should have been like this,

Unfortunately, they miscalculated with Rosinante.

Rosinante was well aware of the cruelty of this world and understood the gap between them and true monsters.

So, every day, dragging Doflamingo and the Toriboru Quartet into crazy training, he ignited their potential in advance, causing their strength to far exceed CP3's estimations!

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In a massive room with a large bed, almost resembling a bedroom.

"A Devil Fruit ability of the spatial type?"

"If I could materialize the boots of 'Gold Lion,' I might be able to escape the current situation. However—"

Jora, in her long dress, turned her head to the side, where a group of black-suited agents armed with weapons and a grinning soldier in military uniform stood.

"You guys won't be giving me that time, will you?"

Moreover, with Jora's current strength, she hadn't succeeded in materializing an item that could traverse "space."

"Hehehe, I am General Roca of the Raffael Kingdom!"

This soldier was over three meters tall, his body muscular as if he were a humanoid tyrannosaurus. He was covered in armor that was nearly half a hand thick... or rather, steel plates?

He wielded a sword and shield of equally astonishing thickness.

Faced with Jora, he gave her an unmistakably lecherous look.

"I heard that the Queen of the 'Fairy Tale Kingdom' abandoned her throne and ran off with a sea merchant. At first, I didn't believe it."

After saying this, the general ran his lecherous gaze up and down Jora,

"You look pretty good! Though a bit older,"

"Come be my woman. Those sea merchants are about to die—"

Swish,

Clang!

In an instant, the glittering glass shoe kicked a massive shield, which was like a door, with a resounding noise. Cracks abruptly spread across the shield the "General Roca" held in front of him. The three-meter-tall giant staggered backward, his expression instantly turning serious and solemn.

"Using vulgar language, casting lecherous looks, and yet not letting go of your weapons—it's clear you're deliberately trying to provoke me."

With a kick that shattered the opponent's shield, Jora extended her finger,

"First, I'm not that old."

"Second, the other members of the Don Quixote Family won't be defeated by you."

Having said that, her glass shoe whizzed forward! Even though Jora currently lacked the enhancement of the "Inspiration Fruit," her strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

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"Charge!"

"Fire, fire!"

In another room that looked like a "courtyard" but had walls for a ceiling, the sounds of battle were constant.

Unlike Doflamingo, who was armed with the Conqueror's Haki and his creative Gomu Gomu no Mi abilities, and unlike Jora, who possessed the "Art Fruit" and was approaching thirty, Diamante, who entered this room, couldn't defeat enemies instantly, but he wasn't at a disadvantage either.

"Half Moon Sweep!"

His oversized Western sword swung in a semicircle, creating a symphony of clashing steel and wind-blade noises as it collided with the dozen or so spears thrusting towards him. The clash produced dazzling silver lights and iron flowers.

After sweeping away the soldiers charging towards him, the tall Diamante quickly maneuvered around the room.

Because the gunmen in the rear kept firing bullets at him, even with his physical condition, he didn't dare to take on so many attacks head-on.

"Half Moon Windmill!"

While swiftly dodging, Diamante's Western sword scattered flashes of silver light, opening and closing like a human meat grinder, slashing and charging left and right on the battlefield.

"So strong—"

"Damn it, is this guy one of their martial arts specialists?"

Faced with the fearful words of the soldiers around him, Diamante remained humble as he continued to cut down enemies.

"No, no, no, I'm not that amazing—"

"Be careful, he's trying to lull us into complacency!"

The officer behind the soldiers brandished his command sword and shouted the famous line.

"Attack!"

The warrior is the soul of the general, and the general is the courage of the warrior.

Since it wasn't "follow me," don't expect the soldiers to throw themselves into life-and-death combat.

Diamante's extra-long Western sword danced like a silver moon, dazzling the eyes. Within three meters, the sword light surged, and the killing intent surged. Although it was just one person and one sword, he brutally suppressed over a hundred soldiers.

"A monster!"

"We... we... are absolutely no match..."

After killing a dozen or so soldiers as if they were vegetables, these soldiers from the Raffael Kingdom retreated in terror, their morale collapsing.

They were usually only responsible for patrolling the territory and occasionally dealing with bandits. When had they seen such a bloody scene before?

Facing the spattering blood, the screams of their comrades, the flying limbs, and the officer hiding behind them, how many soldiers dared to charge forward?

"Stop saying that, I'm not as powerful as you say—"

Diamante, dripping with blood, continued to be modest. The next second, a lead bullet struck his chest. Although his muscles absorbed the impact, it still caused his movements to pause.

"Stay calm,"

The black-suited agents standing behind the officer maintained their cool as they raised their guns.

"He's just a big warrior,"

"Restrain his movements, we can take him down with bullets—"

Swoosh,

A spear flew through the air and pierced the chest of the commanding officer behind the black-suited agents, sending him flying back and nailing him to the wall with a thud.

"Since you're all saying that—"

"Yes, I am the first genius swordsman of the Don Quixote Family!"

As if suddenly filled with energy, Diamante's oversized sword let out a furious roar. His tall body even seemed to expand slightly, making his originally "skinny" figure appear much more proportioned.

At the same time, a visible ripple spread through the air like ripples on the water's surface.

"Fei Lian—"

Although this technique wasn't actively taught by Rosinante, it was one he had repeatedly practiced in front of Diamante. Therefore, Diamante had learned this explosive technique from observation.

"Funeral!"

The oversized Western sword turned into a silver streak, instantly cleaving dozens of soldiers, armor, weapons, and all, into two!

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"What a terrifying physique. I heard this guy is only 11 years old..."

Faced with the boy in front of him, whose chest was as thick as a boulder, back as broad as a mountain, arms as thick as pillars, and whose muscles were so well-developed that he truly stood at "eight feet tall with an eight-foot waist," the soldiers and agents couldn't help but recall Rosinante's sarcastic words:

"How could this guy possibly be 11?!"

"Hmph, just a bigger prey."

Amidst the uncertainty of the soldiers and agents, a man carrying a katana stepped forward from among them.

"The so-called joy of killing is not as simple as sticking a white knife in and pulling out a red one."

"Could it be... that 'beheader'?"

A soldier called out this common man's nickname, causing a large area around him to instantly clear out!

"What I pursue is the art of splitting a person in half."

Although he was an assassin, the man known as the "Beheader" was quite pleased with the fear around him. His fame came from the katana he held in his hand.

He excelled at splitting a person in half, not from the waist, but from the front, from the side!

Completely slicing a person's bones apart was an art to him.

Although the giant before him was well-built, to him, it was quite a challenging target—

Swoosh,

Just as the man nicknamed the "Beheader" was considering how to "split" Pica, a massive figure suddenly attacked him! This eerie speed caught the "Beheader" off guard, and the opponent's thick fingers reached for him.

Almost instinctively, the "Beheader," who didn't have time to draw his sword, raised the scabbard of his weapon while attempting to block the opponent's grasp with it. At the same time, he rapidly prepared to draw his sword and kill the opponent!

Unable to draw it out???

Pica, who agilely lunged forward, grabbed hold of the "Beheader's" katana scabbard. The tremendous force instantly deformed and twisted the scabbard!

And the "Beheader's" katana, of course, got firmly stuck in the scabbard.

Bang!

The next second, a fist the size of a pot struck the "Beheader's" skull, and the suddenly shattered skull fragments, along with red and white matter, flew out. The headless body fell to the ground, twitching, causing Pica to glance at it strangely.

Could this be a formidable opponent?

Forget it, someone who can be killed by a single punch isn't a formidable opponent.

Thinking like this, the burly Pica turned his gaze towards the other soldiers and black-suited agents, making them collectively shudder!

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"Surrender,"

"With so many of us and so many weapons, do you think you still have a chance—?!"

Vergo, surrounded by soldiers and black-suited agents, unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled it open to reveal a plethora of weapons underneath!

Katana inserted into his belt, explosives hidden inside his suit, and even flintlock pistols...

Underneath his suit was practically an arsenal.

"Your weapons are too inferior,"

Facing the black-suited agents who were on high alert, Vergo didn't attack them with his own weapons. Instead, he calmly took off these weapons and threw them away.

?!

"If you're going to fight me, at least use these weapons."

After tossing his fine weapons to the opposing agents, Vergo stretched his neck.

"Come at me, whether it's swords or guns—"

Finding the feeling he had when his body was burned by flames, and then turning that willpower into armor...

???

Faced with Vergo's opening move of providing weapons, the enemies exchanged puzzled glances.

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"Heh heh heh, just you guys?"

If you were to ask whose battle was the easiest, it would undoubtedly be Trebol's.

He neither had any experts on his side nor was it known what his Devil Fruit ability's weaknesses were. He simply used his "Huge Sticky Mucus" ability to fill the entire room, sticking all the soldiers and agents together.

"I wonder if the others are faster than me—"

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