One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 657: A Lesson That Goes Deep into Your Souls

Another deep scratch.

It runs from Big Mom's left shoulder to her right waist.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Big Mom yelled again.

The sounds grew increasingly frantic.

"Mom, wake up!"

Perospero also knew that the situation was not good.

My mother is now completely unable to listen to what others are saying.

I'm afraid it will take a while before I can fully wake up.

But time waits for no one.

We need to buy some time first.

Let Mom return to her original state.

"Smoothie!"

Smoothie rushed toward Roman at Perospero's call.

Now that Katakuri is gone, she is the strongest among Charlotte's children.

"Stop this."

She stared at Roman, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed ferocity.

Roman also keenly sensed the special aura emanating from her.

It tastes like sweet fruit juice.

There's also a faint sense of decay.

Like a guy who spends his days surrounded by corpses.

The two flavors were strangely mixed together.

The contradictions are complex.

That makes sense, though.

Smoothie's hobby was turning people into juice and letting them die of exhaustion.

She also enjoyed hearing the screams of those she had tortured to death.

In fact, Gran was "taken care of" by her before he was killed.

The body is completely dehydrated.

His face was dry and withered.

Like a mummified corpse that has been dead for many years.

My older sister hasn't changed at all over the years.

It's still so cruel.

However, it's too immature.

"too slow!"

Without giving Smoothie any chance, Roman approached her almost instantly.

By the time Smoothie realized what was happening, Roman was already behind her.

how come?

Smoothie's brain didn't process it for a moment.

What was that just now...

Suddenly, the blood spurting from her body made Smoothie realize that she had been slashed.

His heart almost split in two.

Smoothie felt a chill run through her body and couldn't utter a word.

He just collapsed to the ground.

"Don't worry, I controlled the force. You won't die so quickly. If you're sent for emergency treatment, you should be able to be saved. But you'll have to wish them to end me soon! Sister, you haven't changed at all."

Roman spoke the last sentence almost in a whisper.

But Smoothie heard it clearly.

This made Smoothie's eyes widen.

She seemed to have learned something extraordinary.

But her throat, already weak, prevented her from uttering a single word.

All I could do was watch Roman.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Roman gave Smoothie a cold look before turning his gaze to Big Mom.

The era when Smoothie and the children's room were "equally matched" is long gone.

With her current strength, dealing with Smoothie would be a piece of cake.

Even beheading her on the spot wouldn't be too easy.

However, Roman did not do that.

Sometimes, giving someone hope to survive, only to take that hope away, is true despair.

It's not bad that Smoothie, through her constant use of the Squeeze Fruit and listening to the cries of despair, gained a profound lesson.

This is better than killing someone outright.

"What did you do to my sister?!"

Next up was Lady Armand, the Ghost.

Roman's first teacher was, you could say, her.

Lady Armand was indeed a skilled woman.

Roman had to admit that Armand was also an excellent female swordsman.

But this older sister was far too cruel.

She was a sadist even more extreme than Smoothie.

The knife technique is known for its "slowness".

It was so that the person who was hit would experience more extreme pain.

The autopsy report on Lavin's injuries was several pages long.

This woman did it all.

Her swordsmanship, characterized by its "slowness," has tormented many people.

It's not just LaVine.

Other naval personnel also died from her torture.

Even the girl he killed for the first time begged him to free her from Armand's clutches.

Today should also come to an end.

As the blades clashed, Armand felt immense pressure.

Powerful yet pure.

"Unlike you, Lady Ghost, I excel at using a fast blade, but your swordsmanship is still worth learning. Would you like to try it out?"

what?

A strange, lingering fragrance emanated from the black dragon.

Suddenly, Armand found himself unable to move.

It felt like I'd been caught.

But the black dragon in front of them was dressed in the clothes of an executioner.

Roman gave Armand the cruelest smile.

"Madam Armand, be executed by slow slicing!!"