Chapter 410

Sima Di knew the familiar sensation was numbness; on the Sky Island, Enel had delivered an upgraded version of the Divine Judgment, and although Robin had awakened him shortly after, the feeling of his entire body going numb had persisted for a long time.

The iron frames fell in sequence, crushing the two of them soundly.

With iron frames above and glass shards below, the two were immersed in various negative forms of Inmole.

Pain, numbness, fear, despair... whether physically or mentally, they were in various negative states.

The fierce wind gradually died down.

Sima Di forced his eyes open and keenly detected powder particles within the Inmole liquid; they had fallen not far before his eyes.

The powder was pale yellow and extremely fine; once mixed into the gas, it would be nearly impossible to see. If this substance were not right before Sima Di's eyes, he likely would have found it hard to see as well. Moreover, Sima Di surmised that this substance might be the same material as the gas released in the sealed room.

Something capable of causing numbness.

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

Sima Di forced his head up, but the moment he saw the other person, he froze.

Weiss?

No, that's wrong. From the voice to the build, this was clearly a woman! So is she Weiss's sister? But even if they were twins, their clothing and hairstyles shouldn't be identical. Looking at his face again... those scars were clearly inflicted by Sima Di!

"You are..."

"Auntie, with this wretched appearance of yours, it's hard to imagine you are that old woman who once held my neck with such high spirits." He looked over, his gaze contemptuous.

Behind him were a pair of butterfly wings, painted with captivating images of beautiful women; with just one glance, Sima Di felt a sense of being bewitched.

As the butterfly wings fluttered, pale yellow scales were gently carried over to the two of them.

So it was this scale powder with its numbing effect causing the trouble...

"Is this a Devil Fruit ability? So it turned you into this neither-male-nor-female form? However, I must admit, your female form is quite appealing to men." Sima Di replied without any courtesy, "Weiss, I'm truly curious about your orientation? Or perhaps... you like both?"

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

"Are you trying to provoke me? Then I can say... you succeeded." He narrowed his eyes and launched a flying kick with his leg.

Sima Di flew through the air, slamming hard against the wall before landing on the iron frame. Sima Di lowered his head and remained motionless, like a broken puppet.

—Although it hurt, it had achieved the purpose.

"Tch, so you've fainted already? But that's for the best..." He approached Zi Zi Busheng, slowly crouching before him, then gently stroking his cheek, "Say, Busheng, spending the final moments of your life only with you and me isn't so bad... is it?"

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

"You... who... exactly are you?" Zi Zi Busheng spoke with difficulty, his thoughts somewhat confused.

In terms of resistance to numbness and negative states, he was far inferior to Sima Di.

"I... am Weiss. Of course, I am also Brad." He slowly revealed his name.

Hearing the name Brad, Zi Zi Busheng did have an impression of it.

Back when the three of them joined the Revolutionary Army, it was not only to destroy the Spade Organization but also to obtain the list of key figures of the Spades held by the Revolutionary Army.

Besides the eleven Spades, there were also their respective five Holy Envoys.

(Not all Spades have Holy Envoys. And Orta's Holy Envoy was once held by Machinaga, so he also counts as one of the five Holy Envoys.)

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

Zi Zi Busheng felt his tongue beginning to go numb as well, and those negative emotions started to erode his mind.

Inmole that has not been specially processed into pure energy can sometimes be used as a weapon.

The Spade Organization naturally knew this, which is why they released so much Inmole. And there wasn't a single Type-H Inmole like the one in Sima Di's hand.

"To be honest, I actually don't know what gender I am. But unexpectedly, you are very special to me..."

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

"Pity, you are one of the thirteen extra ones... you were never supposed to come here."

"Calling us extra... aren't you just the same?"

"Still the same stubborn mouth... but I just like you that way, making me reluctant to even use my charm." Brad looked at him affectionately, "Rest assured, death will not be painful. And your soul... I will entrust the Fourth Generation Lord to guide you."

"Even in death, must I... be trapped by you? Was Mr. Bruce... like this too?"

"I don't know how that old man will fare? But I think it would be better for him to enter reincarnation sooner; he is superfluous while alive and a hindrance when dead... oh, but you are different." Brad pressed his sharp fingertip against the major artery in Zi Zi Busheng's neck, "My dear, do you have any last wishes before you die?"

"Is that so... Brad, tell me, what exactly is your ability?" Zi Zi Busheng smiled somewhat helplessly.

"That's simple... I am the user of the Ghost Beauty Fruit, which can be counted as a Mythical Zoan type. Ghost Beauty... have you heard of it?"

"The Emperor Moth Yin-Yang Butterfly, an extremely rare species of butterfly; perhaps only one can be found among ten million butterflies. Its wing patterns are different: the left wing features a beautiful woman, while the right wing features a skull; thus, later generations also call it the Ghost Beauty Swallowtail. It is a bizarre yet incredibly beautiful butterfly, so calling it a Mythical Zoan is not wrong... Of course, besides that, there is an even more important point: the Ghost Beauty Swallowtail is one of the few hermaphroditic animals."

Zi Zi Busheng forced his spirit up and spoke.

His words were certainly not meant for Brad to hear, nor were they for himself, but for the third person present.

"... If I am not mistaken, you should have another form as well, right?" Zi Zi Busheng asked.

"You, as always, are so knowledgeable, not forgetting to show off even while facing death. But... although I dislike you deducing and deducing, speaking things I don't understand, I do like the sparkling light in your eyes when you deduce."

As Brad spoke, his form began to change.

104 She must not succeed again!

Brad's form began to change, slowly reverting to the former Weiss.

Evil energy radiated from his body, condensed to the point where it was visible to the naked eye. The double wings behind him, originally featuring vivid and bewitching images of beauties, transformed into eerie and chilling skull patterns.

The skulls were as real as the beauties, as if in the next second they would break free from the constraints of the wings, arrive here, and bring slaughter and plague to this world.

"A beauty is ultimately just a beauty; a weak gust of wind can blow her down." Brad spoke in a boy's voice, "Personally, I prefer the skull; this posture capable of putting people to death is what I pursue."

"So, in your female state, besides numbness and charm, you have no offensive skills at all?" Zi Zi Busheng laughed.

"I wouldn't say that... but it's close enough." Brad said.

Brad's hand remained on the major artery in Zi Zi Busheng's neck; with just a little force, a torrent of blood would gush out.

"... Alright, Busheng. The time for small talk is over."

"Wait! Wait!" Zi Zi Busheng hurriedly called out to stop Brad. 14

"What? Is there anything else you want to say to me?" Brad revealed a look of slight expectation.

"Finally... finally let me see your female form one more time... I must say, you like that... are truly beautiful."

"Is that so?" Brad's lips curled slightly, his cheeks flushed red. "If it is what you expect... very well."

The evil qi around Brad quickly receded; the patterns on his wings, like a colorful neon screen, shifted from skulls back to the mesmerizing pattern of a beauty.

"Busheng, come, look at me."

Brad's hand moved from the great artery at his neck to Zi Zi Busheng's chin, lifting it gently.

Zi Zi Busheng saw that face again, both familiar and strange, yet felt no joy in his heart; the only sensation was disgust.

Sorry, he is a straight man.

And a pure one.

Zi Zi Busheng simply could not bring himself to like this thing before him that was neither man nor woman. Even if only he and Brad remained in this world, the two of them would absolutely not be Adam and Xia Wa.

The purpose of making this fellow return to a female state had only one goal...

Sima Di, who had been "unconscious," suddenly sprang up violently.

Iaido slash.

Brad's antennae instantly sensed the danger and stood upright.

Although his mind told him to dodge, the Iaido slash was too fast; he didn't even have a chance to use Armament Haki, and the brief second only allowed him to turn sideways to avoid the vital points.

Sss—

The Divine Technique Blade sliced straight across Brad's abdomen, raising a blade of blood.

Although he failed to take him down in one strike, it would be a waste to use only one strike given such a good opportunity.

Sima Di immediately shifted his blade's momentum, connecting the Iaido slash directly with the Seven-Star Fiery Sparrow.

Brad had not expected the opponent to unleash his ultimate move right from the start; the first two slashes of the Seven-Star Fiery Sparrow struck his arm and left wing respectively. It was not until the third strike that he reacted and used Armament Haki to block.

Even so, the seventh strike, with its immense power, still broke through his Haki, overlapping with the wound from the Iaido slash, and pierced straight through.

Pfft—

"So it ends here..." Sima Di said.

By now, Sima Di was covered in sweat and appeared extremely weak. The effects of the paralyzing scale powder and the influence of Inmole had not yet passed.

Do not be fooled by Sima Di's ability to launch such an attack... doing so had already exhausted all his strength.

Brad let out a painful scream.

"Ugh... ah!!!"

However, this scream was not a sound produced by ordinary people.

Its voice was shrill and piercing, louder than an alarm, sharper than the sound of scratching a blackboard, and higher in pitch than a dolphin's squeak.