Chapter 35
"Barrier!"
A transparent barrier separated the two groups.
Clang clang clang~
Countless bullets fell harmlessly to the ground.
"What?!"
Baroque Works members stared at the mohawked young man in shock.
He had blocked hundreds of guns single-handedly.
Miss Monday's face turned grave. "What kind of Devil Fruit is that?"
Bartolomeo grinned. "Bar—"
Before he finished, a fist landed on his head.
Nami's terrifying voice came from behind. "Little Barto, why didn't you answer your phone?"
Angry as she was, Nami breathed a sigh of relief.
With the Barrier Fruit, they could fight without worry.
"Big Sis Nami, let me finish these guys first!"
Bartolomeo laughed sheepishly.
Miss Monday, ignored, flew into a rage .
"No man is stronger than me—take this!"
She slipped on tiger-claw knuckles and swung her massive fist at Bartolomeo.
Mr. 9 joined with his iron bat.
Bartolomeo didn't even glance—still apologizing to Nami.
The others watched coldly, no intention to warn.
Bartolomeo's current barrier couldn't be broken without admiral-level power.
BAM~
Followed by Miss Monday's agonized scream.
Her full-power strike not only failed—it snapped her own wrist.
Mr. 9's bat chain wrapped around the barrier.
Range limit confirmed!
Before he could celebrate, Kuroobi seized the weapon.
He yanked—strength gap too vast—the bat flew from Mr. 9's hands.
Under Baroque Works' horrified gazes, lightning cracked from the sky.
Nami's Thunderbolt Tempo.
"Ah~"
Screams everywhere. Bounty hunters scattered in panic.
"Everyone, charge!"
"OHHH!!!"
Under Nami's lead, they rushed the enemy.
Their first battle in the Grand Line.
Nami used staff techniques—the Clima-Tact was incredibly durable, no worry of damage.
Combined with Soru, she constantly bonked heads.
Carmen wielded her frying pan like disciplining students—one smack, one hit.
Nojiko's fruit plus Soru made her movements the most elusive.
Her afterimages filled the battlefield—but with no strong attacks, she injured the fewest.
Hatchan, Chew, and Kuroobi—rich in experience—handled multiples calmly.
Heavy hands: dead or crippled.
Both to intimidate and prevent endless waves.
Easiest was Bartolomeo.
He strolled through like a walk in the park.
One punch per foe—untouchable.
Mr. 9 knew Bartolomeo was the biggest threat. He backflipped behind him.
About to strike—Bartolomeo slammed him to the ground and pummeled him unconscious.
Observation Haki—no sneak attacks.
"My king!"
Seeing Mr. 9 possibly dead, Miss Monday raged (╬￣皿￣)＝○＃（￣＃）3￣).
Ignoring wrist pain, she uprooted a tree trunk thicker than a man and charged.
Subordinates in her path flew aside.
She didn't care—only vengeance for her "king."
She leaped, smashing the trunk down.
Roaring, "How dare you hurt my beloved king!"
BAM~
The trunk exploded into splinters.
Bartolomeo unscathed—an uppercut straight into Miss Monday's eight-pack.
"Pfft~"
Blood sprayed.
She hit the ground near unconscious but crawled to Mr. 9.
Cradling him, she passed out.
Bartolomeo held back the finishing blow—underground world valued loyalty.
"Mr. 9 down."
"Miss Monday too."
"Mr. 8, Miss Wednesday—where are you? We can't hold!"
With two mid-level agents fallen, the remaining hunters panicked (〃?A?) (′?д?`).
Some slipped away under night cover.
"Run! We can't stay!"
A few fled to the cemetery for breath—pupils shrank.
Before them: a bald eagle and an otter.
"The Unluckies!"
"Boom~"
Explosions swallowed them.
From the darkness emerged a curly-haired man in sunglasses and a woman with a checkered umbrella.
The man said coldly,
"Useless trash doesn't deserve to waste food."
Curly-haired: Baroque Works senior agent, codename Mr. 5—Bomb-Bomb Fruit user.
Woman: Baroque Works senior agent, codename Miss Valentine—Kilo-Kilo Fruit user.
…
The hall battle neared its end—explosions clearly audible.
Nami grew tense and yelled at Bartolomeo.
"Stop playing—finish quick!"
"Yes, Big Sis Nami!"
As the last enemy fell, the curly-haired man and woman appeared.
Seeing their people down, Miss Valentine laughed instead.
"Yahahaha (σ′?`)σ, quite impressive opponents!"
Mr. 5 looked disdainful, picking his nose.
"It's Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine."
Downed grunts lit up with excitement.
Not Mr. 8 and Miss Wednesday?
Nami frowned slightly.
At least two cadres still hidden—and these two looked confident. Strong.
"Everyone, careful—at least one is a Devil Fruit user."
Nami warned just as
Curly-hair flicked a booger their way—grossing Nami out.
She screamed (°Д°): "Little Barto, block the booger!"
"Barrier!"
Bartolomeo stepped in front.
BOOM~
Flames engulfed him.
Nami and others jumped.
A booger that powerful?
"Hahaha!"
Mr. 5 laughed triumphantly. "How's my booger bomb?"
Uh!
His smile froze.
Flames cleared—mohawk guy unscathed.
"Impossible!"
Curly-hair looked shocked.
Nami didn't care—she shouted to Bartolomeo, "Little Barto, booger man's yours. We handle the other."
"Got it."
Bartolomeo charged curly-hair.
Boogers flew—explosions nonstop.
Miss Valentine used the flames as cover, leaped, and floated overhead.
Above Nami, she sneered.
"10,000 kg press!"
She plummeted like a meteor.
"Big Sis Nami, watch out!"
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