Chapter 626

"Hmm?" Bastille felt something strange; he felt that his strength was actually somewhat insufficient.

He would actually lose to someone else in strength?

Bastille's heart was suddenly filled with shame and anger; he gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Sabo with venomous eyes.

Lord Sabo was calm and composed, with an expression that he had already eaten the opponent.

Suddenly, Lord Sabo turned his body, dodged Lord Sabo's attack, and at the same time kicked Bastille on the shoulder.

Bastille was caught off guard and fell to the ground instantly; his entire arm became numb, and he even had the illusion of dislocation.

On the other side of the ring, Rebecca also held her long sword and stabbed toward Diamante.

"Tsk tsk! Wanting to hurt me with this level of sneak attack, you are somewhat wishful thinking, right?"

Diamante easily dodged Rebecca's stab, then combined his palms and slapped Rebecca on the back, directly slapping her away with his steel cloak.

"Ah!"

Rebecca screamed and fell to the ground; her body kept convulsing, clearly having suffered serious trauma.

"Hahaha! This Rebecca actually still wants to surrender to our hero Diamante, it's simply wishful thinking!"

"Hmph, she doesn't know Diamante's terror at all, actually daring to go against him!"

"Lord Diamante, hurry up and kill her!"

A group of audience members mocked wantonly, not putting Rebecca, who was injured and lying on the ground, in their eyes at all.

"I want to solve you with my own hands!"

Diamante looked at Rebecca lying on the ground, sneered, stretched out his foot, and kicked toward Rebecca.

The power of this kick was very strong; once it landed, Rebecca would probably die immediately.

However, his foot stalled at a distance of half an inch from Rebecca.

It turned out that Bartolomeo activated his barrier to intercept in front of him.

Bartolomeo blocked beside Rebecca and said to Diamante: "Hey hey, what do you want to do!"

"This guy's life has nothing to do with you!" Diamante sneered: "So you'd better not interfere."

"Not interfere? This is a friend of Senior Luffy; as the right-hand man of Senior Luffy, of course I have the obligation to protect her well!"

Bartolomeo's face revealed a firm look: "Although you are strong, if you want to kill this girl, you must step over my corpse first!"

"Hmph, since that's the case, then I'll kill you too!"

Diamante shouted coldly, and a majestic aura erupted from his body.

Bartolomeo's face, however, still had no change.

"Ah? Kill me? As long as I keep the barrier open, even the Four Emperors cannot do anything to me, let alone you?"

"Hehe, then it depends on whether you have this ability!"

While Diamante was speaking, his body suddenly accelerated and rushed toward Bartolomeo.

Bartolomeo didn't show weakness and rushed up.

A peak battle unfolded on the ring.

The battlefield on the side of the Doll House.

Franky was still able to handle the attacks from both the Imperial Guard and the Patrol Battalion with ease.

Walking freely among the numerous attacks, he was not caught by anyone at all.

"Franky really has some tricks." Dellinger looked at him with a solemn face.

His body leaped up suddenly, then swooped down toward Franky, his palms crossed into a cross shape.

"Eight Trigrams Wandering Body Palm!"

Facing Dellinger's Eight Trigrams Wandering Body Palm, Franky didn't retreat but advanced, directly fighting him head-on for several palms, forcing Joel back.

But at this time, the captain of the Imperial Guard arrived here; he looked at the Imperial Guard being beaten by Franky until they were in disarray and couldn't help but frown.

He roared low, brandishing his long sword and sweeping toward Franky.

Seeing this, Franky couldn't help but snort coldly: "Just a mere captain of the Imperial Guard, also wanting to block me? Strong Iron Fist!"

He raised his fist and smashed it fiercely, directly hitting the captain's chest.

Crack!

The captain immediately felt his ribs seem to break, in unbearable pain, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and then the whole person flew backward.

"How is it possible!"

The Imperial Guards were full of shock; they never expected that the captain would be defeated.

"Iron Man Franky, you are too arrogant, look at my Lao G flying kick!"

Lao G appeared abruptly in front of Franky, and then a sharp flying kick kicked toward his head.

Franky's pupils contracted, and he crossed his hands to block in front of him.

"Boom!" A loud bang came, and Franky was kicked directly to the ceiling.

"Cough cough, your cooperation is really tacit!" He coughed and fell from the ceiling.

The power of Lao G's flying kick was indeed shocking, but Franky was an Iron Man after all, and his physical fitness far exceeded ordinary people.

So he resisted Lao G's attack just by his physical resistance.

"Eh? Hahaha! It's really interesting, it's been a long time since I met a guy who could take my kick head-on!"

The corners of Lao G's mouth hung with an excited smile, as if he had found a new toy: "Try again, let's see if you can hold on."

After speaking, he leaped forward, and another sharp flying kick kicked toward Franky's abdomen.

Lao G, this type of speed-type martial artist, was a natural nemesis for Franky.

Franky hurriedly retreated two steps to avoid his flying kick, then counterattacked.

"Iron Mountain Lean!"

He jumped high, the whole person crashing toward Lao G like a cannonball.

Lao G was not flustered, and also raised a foot to meet Franky's collision.

"Hahahaha! Interesting interesting! Very interesting!" Lao G laughed crazily, as if he had encountered great fun.

Lao G kicked Franky in the chest again, kicking him away directly and smashing the wall.

Franky stood up with difficulty, clutching his chest.

Lao G's kick just now had already damaged some parts in his body; if not repaired in time, I'm afraid it would be scrapped in the future!

"These guys..."

Franky wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze becoming much sharper.

It must be said that the strength of the three of them, Lao G, was very formidable.

"It's over!"

At this time, Dellinger had already arrived in front of Franky, his right leg carrying the momentum of thunder, sweeping toward Franky!

Franky gritted his teeth and raised his arms, preparing to block this blow head-on!

But the Machvise behind him had already set up a gravity fist; he was preparing to give Franky a fatal blow!

Dellinger's right leg lashed fiercely on Franky's arm, knocking Franky away.

Dellinger took the opportunity to lean in, grabbed Franky's neck, and then pressed on his shoulder with one knee, forcefully pressing Franky to the ground.

Dellinger's elbow smashed fiercely toward Franky's back.

Franky's spine suffered heavy damage, the whole person bent down, breathing violently.

"Haha, Brother Franky, surrender, otherwise you will die in my hands!"

Dellinger's palm slapped fiercely on Franky's back, knocking him to the ground.

Franky climbed up with difficulty, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He knew his situation was not good; if he continued to fight, he would inevitably die under the joint hands of Dellinger and Machvise, and his body had long been seriously overloaded.

Unfortunately, even if he died, Franky was unwilling to surrender.

"I, Franky, will absolutely not surrender! Even if I fight to the last drop of blood, I will never surrender!"

Listening to Franky's impassioned shouts, Dellinger and Machvise both fell silent.

"Sigh, this guy is still so stubborn." Dellinger sighed lightly, he shook his head: "Forget it, a guy as tough as you, then let me send you on your way!"

Before the words fell, he rushed up fiercely, his fists falling like raindrops, each containing terrifying power.

Only the sound of dense punches could be heard constantly.

Franky gritted his teeth, he kept blocking Dellinger's attacks.

But Dellinger's strength was formidable, and he was simply not an opponent.

Soon, Franky lay paralyzed on the ground, losing consciousness.