The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

Sima Di knew that the familiar feeling was paralysis. When he was on Skypiea, Enel delivered a supercharged version of God's Judgment. Although Robin woke him up afterward, the feeling of paralysis throughout his body lasted for a long time.

The metal frames collapsed one after another, crushing the two men solidly.

There was an iron frame above and shards of glass below; the two were immersed in all sorts of negative emotions.

Pain, numbness, fear, despair... all kinds of negative states, both physical and mental.

The strong winds gradually subsided.

Sima Di barely opened his eyes and keenly noticed the powder particles in the liquid, which had fallen not far in front of him.

The powder was pale yellow and extremely fine, almost invisible once mixed with the gas. If it hadn't been right in front of Sima Di, he probably wouldn't have seen it either. Furthermore, Sima Di speculated that this substance might be the same as the gas released in the sealed chamber.

Something that can paralyze people.

"Hey, you two, how do you feel about the gift I gave you?" The newcomer slowly approached.

Sima Di barely managed to raise his head, but froze the moment he saw the other person.

Weiss?

No, that's not right. From the voice to the figure, it's clearly a woman! So, is she Weiss's sister? But even if they're twins, their clothes and hairstyles wouldn't be exactly the same. And look at his face... those scars are clearly inflicted by Sima Di!

"You are……"

“Auntie, it’s hard to believe that you’re the same old woman who was so smug when she grabbed my neck.” He looked over, his gaze contemptuous.

Behind him was a pair of butterfly wings, painted with enchanting images of beautiful women. Just one glance was enough to be mesmerize Emperor Sima.

As the butterfly's wings fluttered, pale yellow scales were gently delivered to the two of them.

So it was this paralyzing scale powder that was causing the problem...

"Is this a Devil Fruit ability? So it turned you into this androgynous appearance? But I have to admit, your womanly appearance is quite appealing to men." Sima Di replied bluntly. "Viss, I'm really curious about your orientation? Or... are you open to both?"

He chuckled and reached out to lift the soaking wet Sima Di up.

"Are you trying to provoke me? Well, I can say... you've succeeded." He narrowed his eyes and launched a flying kick.

Sima Di was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall before landing on the iron frame. He lay motionless, head bowed, like a broken puppet.

—Although it hurt a lot, I've achieved my goal.

"Tch, he's already passed out? But that's fine..." He approached Zi Busheng, slowly squatted down in front of him, and gently stroked his cheek. "Hey, Busheng, it's good that you'll spend the last moments of your life with just me... isn't it?"

Zi Busheng opened his eyes and looked at the other person's face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Who...are you?" Zi Busheng asked with difficulty, his thoughts somewhat confused.

In terms of paralysis resistance and passive resistance, he was far inferior to Sima Di.

“I… am Weiss. Of course, I am also Brad.” He slowly uttered his name.

Zibu Sheng had an impression of the name Brad.

The three of them joined the Revolutionary Army not only to eliminate the Spade Organization, but also to obtain the list of key Spade figures held by the Revolutionary Army.

In addition to the eleven Spades, there are also five Holy Messengers under each of them.

(Not all spades have a Saint. Horta's Saint was once Machinaga, who is considered one of the five Saints.)

"You are... the third generation Holy Envoy... I only knew that Brad was a woman, but I never expected..."

Zibu Sheng felt his tongue starting to go numb, and those negative emotions began to erode his thoughts.

Impor, which has not undergone special processing to become pure energy, can sometimes be used as a weapon.

The Spade organization was naturally aware of this, which is why they released so many Inmors. Meanwhile, they didn't have a single H-type Inmor in the possession of someone like Sima Di.

"To be honest, I don't really know what my gender is. But surprisingly, you're very special to me..."

Brad lowered his head, his antennae gently resting on Zibusheng's head, as if sensing something.

"Unfortunately, you are one of the thirteen extra people... You shouldn't have come here."

"You say we're superfluous... but aren't you the same?"

“Still as stubborn as ever… but I love you just the way you are, you make me reluctant to even use my charm.” Brad looked at him affectionately. “Don’t worry, death won’t hurt. As for your soul… I will ask the Fourth Hokage to guide you.”

"Even in death... am I tormented by you? Is Mr. Bruce... like that too?"

“I don’t know what will happen to that old man? But I think it’s better for him to enter reincarnation sooner. He’s superfluous in life, and he’s a hindrance in death… Oh, but you’re different.” Brad pressed his sharp fingertips against the carotid artery in Zi Bu’s neck. “My dear, do you have any wishes before you die?”

"Is that so... Brad, tell me, what exactly is your ability?" Zibu Sheng smiled with a hint of helplessness.

"That's easy... I'm a user of the Oni-Beauty Fruit, which is considered a Mythical Zoan. Oni-Beauty... have you heard of it?"

"The Emperor Moth Swallowtail, an extremely rare butterfly species, perhaps only one in ten million butterflies can be found. Its wings have different patterns, the left wing has a beautiful woman pattern, and the right wing has a skull pattern, so later generations often call it the Ghost Beauty Swallowtail. It is a bizarre yet extremely beautiful butterfly, and it is not wrong to call it a mythical beast species... Of course, in addition to this, there is an even more important point: the Ghost Beauty Swallowtail is a rare hermaphroditic animal."

Zi Busheng forced himself to stay alert and said.

He wasn't explaining this to Brad, nor was he speaking to himself; he was addressing the third person present.

"...If I'm not mistaken, you should have another state, right?" Zibusheng asked.

"You are as learned as ever, even on your deathbed you don't forget to show off. But... although I hate your reasoning and talking about things I don't understand, I love the sparkle in your eyes when you're reasoning."

As Brad spoke, his body began to change.

104 We can't let her succeed again!

Brad's body began to change, gradually reverting to the form he once was.

He exuded an aura of malevolence, so solid it was visible to the naked eye. The wings on his back, which had been adorned with vibrant and alluring images of beautiful women, transformed into eerie and chilling skull patterns.

The skeletons were as real as beauties, as if they would break free of their wings at any moment and come here to bring slaughter and plague to this world.

“A beauty is still a beauty, she’s so delicate that a gust of wind could blow her over,” Brad said in a boyish voice. “Personally, I prefer skeletons. That kind of deadly power is what I’m after.”

"So, you mean that besides paralyzing and seducing, you don't have any offensive skills when you're in a woman's state?" Zi Busheng laughed.

“You can’t say that… but it’s pretty much the same,” Brad said.

Brad's hand was still on the major artery in the neck of the purple-faced man, and with just a little force, a gush of fresh blood would gush out.

"...Alright, Mr. Bu. Our chat time is over."

"Wait! Wait!" Zibu Sheng hurriedly called out to Brad. 14

"What? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Brad asked with a hint of expectation.

"One last time... let me take one last look at your feminine posture... I must say, you are... truly beautiful."

“Is that so?” Brad’s lips curled up slightly, his cheeks flushed. “If that’s what you’re hoping for… then fine.”

Brad's malevolent aura quickly subsided, and the patterns on his wings, resembling a colorful neon screen, transformed from a skull back into a bewitching image of a beautiful woman.

“Busheng, come here and look at me.”

Brad moved his hand from the carotid artery to the chin of the man in purple and gently lifted it.

When Zibu Sheng saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face again, he felt no joy, only disgust.

Sorry, he's straight.

And it's pure.

Zibu Sheng simply couldn't bring himself to like this androgynous creature before him. Even if only he and Brad remained in the world, they would definitely not be Adam and Eve.

There's only one purpose in turning this guy back into a female...

Emperor Sima, who was in a "coma," suddenly sprang up.

Iaijutsu (a type of sword strike).

Brad's tentacles instantly sensed the danger and stood up.

Despite his subconscious telling him to dodge, the speed of the Iai Slash was too fast, leaving him no chance to even use Armament Haki. In just a second, he could only sidestep to avoid a vital point.

呲——

The divine blade sliced ​​across Brad's abdomen, drawing a spray of blood.

Although we couldn't win in one strike, it would be a waste to only use one strike when we had such a good opportunity.

Sima Di immediately changed his sword stance, using Iaijutsu to directly follow up with Seven Star Fierce Sparrow.

Brad hadn't expected his opponent to unleash such a powerful attack right from the start. The first two strikes from the Seven Star Sparrow landed on his arm and left wing, respectively. It wasn't until the third strike that he reacted and used Armament Haki to block it.

Nevertheless, the powerful seventh move still broke through his Haki, overlapped with the wound from the Iai Slash, and pierced straight through it.

puff--

"Is that all..." Sima Di said.

Sima Di was now covered in sweat and appeared extremely weak. The effects of the paralyzing scale powder and Inmore had not yet worn off.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Sima Di was able to launch such an attack... this was already the culmination of all his strength.

Brad let out a painful scream.

"Uh...ah!!!"

However, this scream was not the sound of an ordinary person.

Its sound is sharp and piercing, louder than an alarm, sharper than scratching a blackboard, and higher in pitch than a dolphin's call.