Under snack's shocked gaze, Marco delivered a fierce punch to his abdon, sending blood flying from his mouth.
snack gripped his sword hilt, and with a sizzling slash, his long sword cut a bloody gash into Marco's palm. At the sa ti, a sharp slice tore into Marco's body, revealing a wound, but before the blood could fully flow, blue flas erupted from Marco, quickly healing it.
"My turn, right?" Marco said, gripping snack's arm to prevent escape as his fists rained down strikes.
"Damn it!" snack muttered, unaccustod to such reckless close-quarters combat. He had never seen a style like this. Typically, battles required a balance of offense and defense, but Marco, once he grabbed his opponent, attacked relentlessly without pausing for defense.
Marco wasn't leaving himself undefended; it was simply that snack's strongest attacks couldn't severely wound him in one blow. Against soone like Akainu, Marco would need to defend fully, or Akainu would punch through him, and even with his regenerative powers, survival would be uncertain.
After enduring several consecutive strikes, snack realized he could not continue. He began exuding hot oil from his body and growled, "Bastard… hot oil gushing…"
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. A torrent of oil erupted from snack, causing Marco's grip to slip. snack broke free, blood still flowing from his nose and mouth, and leapt backward to create distance.
"Don't even think about escaping." Marco's blue flas ignited again, and a pair of luminous wings sprouted from his back. He imdiately gave chase.
snack beca instantly alert, watching the flying Marco carefully, when suddenly a blue Devil Man descended, growling, "Devil Man Slash…"
Marco saw the attack and hardened his Armant Haki to defend. Ping. He blocked the strike and noticed the Devil Man's smoky lower half, realizing that Charlotte Daifuku was controlling it from dozens of ters away.
"Brother Daifuku…" snack called excitedly.
Charlotte Daifuku approached snack's side seriously. "Let's team up. One-on-one, we're not a match for him."
snack nodded. Indeed, he could not defeat Marco alone; the gap in strength was undeniable.
"Okay," he said earnestly.
Daifuku added confidently, "Marco, I will kill you to avenge Oven." He then commanded, "Devil Man, go. Kill him."
Marco's gaze hardened. Fighting the Devil Man was aningless; its smoky body could be replaced at any ti. The real target was the main body.
Ping. Suddenly, Sak appeared, slashing at the Devil Man to block it. He called out to Daifuku, "Don't interfere with Captain Marco."
"Sak…" Marco's eyes widened slightly at the sight. Sak, acting as the de facto Captain of the First Division, had already proven his strength despite officially being Vice Captain.
Charlotte Daifuku's fury was evident. "Bastard…" The Devil Man he had summoned had been blocked by Sak.
"Well done, Sak," Marco said with a smile. He then turned his attention back to snack, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Alright, now it's just the two of us again. Don't think about running. You won't get away."
snack gritted his teeth and roared, "I am one of the Sweet Commanders! Don't underestimate !" He charged, his body slick with hot oil and his blade coated in it.
As they closed in, snack raised his long sword. "Fried · Scorching Blade!"
"Crane Claw!" Marco's feet morphed into sharp claws. He grabbed snack's sword, infusing it with powerful Armant Haki. Spinning sharply, Marco shattered the weapon into pieces with a snap of his Crane Claw.
"What?" snack's eyes widened, shocked that his weapon had been destroyed.
Marco flung the broken pieces at snack, two piercing his shoulders, forcing him to retreat several steps.
Marco then launched forward, fists encased in Armant Haki. "Tekkai · Rapid Strikes…"
His blows rained down relentlessly. Even as snack tried to block instinctively, each punch carried trendous force, leaving him unable to defend fully. He was slamd to the ground, still protecting his head and neck.
Marco's assault did not relent. His fists continued striking rapidly. "Finger Pistol · Machine Gun…" He clenched his fist, extending his index finger, infusing it with Armant Haki. Each strike pierced snack's body like twin ice picks, leaving nurous bloody holes.
"snack…" "Lord Snack…" The Big Mom Pirates watched in disbelief.
After about ten seconds, Marco ceased his attack, staring down snack, now lying unconscious on the ground, riddled with bloody holes but still instinctively shielding his head and neck. Marco's Finger Pistol had not delivered a fatal blow, yet the sheer devastation left everyone around in shock.
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