Chapter 112 – The Terrifying Ability
"Sure enough… even when these pirates realize that Sugar is their enemy, they still can't bring themselves to strike a child."
Trebol (Torrebol), the top executive of the Donquixote Family, instantly saw the hesitation on Vores and Skaar's faces as they stared at Sugar. He immediately shouted to Sugar:
"Sugar-chan! They won't attack a kid. Now's your chance—deal with them!"
"Ehehe…" Sugar also noticed it. Her eyes gleamed as she darted forward with incredible speed, the power of the Hobi Hobi no Mi surging in her small hand as she reached toward Vores and Skaar.
"Toy Bear!"
Sugar's movement was quick, but Vores and Skaar were quicker. Both dodged away with trained instincts. Their eyes met briefly, and without words they moved in sync—both of them rushing straight at Trebol.
Even knowing Sugar's dangerous power, they couldn't bring themselves to strike at a childlike opponent…
…but Trebol, the mucus-man with the Beta Beta no Mi, was a different matter entirely.
"So you won't touch Sugar… you think you can take me down first?" Trebol sneered, already reading their thoughts. But the sticky executive showed no fear—he casually raised his hand and aimed.
"Sticky Launcher!"
Two large globules of sticky mucus shot out, streaking toward the two pirates.
"Water Palm!"
"Pressure Air Cannon!"
Vores and Skaar each unleashed their own techniques, blasting apart the sticky projectiles before they could engulf them.
"Skaar, I'll handle him. You head inside and grab Caesar!" Vores ordered sharply. "Don't let Ace's mission be delayed by these clowns!"
Skaar nodded once. "Got it. Be careful!"
He turned on his heel and sprinted deeper into the arena, aiming for the underground passages leading toward Caesar's lab.
"Don't think you're getting past me!" Trebol hissed. He flung more mucus forward, and the strands instantly wove into a sticky chain.
"Sticky Chains!"
The disgusting brownish chains coiled out like living ropes, snaring toward Vores.
Skaar started to turn back to help, but suddenly waves of toy soldiers surged toward him—Sugar's creations.
"Your opponent is us!" Sugar called sweetly, waving her hand. The toy soldiers swarmed.
"Pressure Cannon!"
Skaar swept his arm, releasing a shockwave that blasted several toys apart, but even more came, closing in from all directions. Gritting his teeth, he shifted focus—he couldn't help Vores now.
Meanwhile, Vores smashed a sticky chain aside with a punch, redirecting it into a boulder.
"Samehada Shōken!"
His fist shattered the boulder—but Trebol was already yanking the sticky chain, spinning the boulder around like a flail.
"Sticky Meteor!"
The massive stone came hurtling back like a hammer.
Vores roared and countered with another blow.
"Samehada Shōken!"
The boulder and chain shattered into fragments.
More sticky chains lashed out. Vores dodged left and right, weaving through the webs of glue as he charged forward.
"Sticky Sword!"
Trebol shot out a hardened blade of mucus.
Vores leapt high, spinning.
"Merman Karate—Six-Thousand-Watt Roundhouse Kick!"
His leg sliced the air like a cannon.
"Slime Barrier!"
Trebol threw up a wall of hardened mucus, which exploded under the kick but left Trebol unharmed.
In midair, more sticky chains erupted and coiled around Vores.
"Sticky Chains: Round Prison!"
The chains wrapped into a sphere around him, tightening fast.
Vores planted his feet mid-spin, drew back his fist, and let loose.
"Merman Karate: Tang Caowa Fist!"
A full-circle shockwave blasted outward, snapping every chain around him.
But Trebol wasn't finished—he whipped the chains into new bladed shapes.
"Sticky Chain: White-Blade Dance!"
Dozens of hardened mucus blades slashed at Vores from every angle.
"Armament Haki: Iron Skin!"
Vores crossed his arms, black Haki coating his body as the blades clanged harmlessly against him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Vores—watch out!" Skaar's voice cut through the din.
Vores turned his head just in time to see one of Trebol's sticky chains flinging something small toward him. His eyes widened as he recognized Sugar herself being hurled forward, her tiny hand reaching.
"Damn…!"
The little girl's palm brushed against him.
"Heeheehee! Gotcha!" Sugar giggled innocently.
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