One Piece: I Start with a Married Woman, I Am the Evil Admiral!

Chapter 156 Taken

In the blink of an eye, a loud "bang" was heard, and the serpent struck Doflamingo's abdomen like a bolt of lightning.

In an instant, a terrifying force, like an overwhelming tidal wave, erupted.

Faced with this earth-shattering power, Doflamingo was like a helpless chick, his body sent flying. He traced a long arc through the air like a kite with a broken string.

"Pfft..."

Doflamingo, severely injured mid-air, suddenly opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of bright red blood gushed out like a fountain. The blood transformed into a shocking cloud of blood mist in mid-air before slowly dissipating.

Immediately following, with a deafening roar, Doflamingo's body, like a cannonball, crashed through more than a dozen incredibly sturdy walls in the royal city. Each impact produced a heart-stopping bang, sending bricks and stones flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Finally, after destroying numerous obstacles, Doflamingo crashed heavily into a magnificent palace. With another deafening roar, the entire palace collapsed completely under the impact of this violent power, turning into a pile of ruins. Doflamingo was buried deep within these ruins, his fate unknown.

"Young...Young Master!"

Jorah screamed in terror, her voice trembling like a candle flickering in the wind. Her beautiful eyes widened, staring intently at the scene before her, her heart filled with disbelief and fear. She knew all too well Aini's power—a power far beyond that of ordinary warriors.

Just now, with just one move, Aini instantly killed Rao G!

That is enough to prove it.

It's important to understand that Rao G was considered a formidable fighter by many, yet he appeared as fragile and powerless as an ant before Aini. This terrifying display of strength chilled everyone to the bone.

However, despite already knowing Aini's power, when Jorah saw his young master being easily and severely injured, his heart still felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

In her mind, the young master had always been an invincible being, the supreme king in the hearts of all of them. But now, this king seemed so vulnerable in front of Aini, which was truly unacceptable to her.

At that moment, Jora cried out in shock, unexpectedly attracting Aini's attention. Aini slowly turned her head, her cold, venomous eyes staring directly at her. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped Jora, causing her to tremble and freeze in place.

"Hehehehe... Oh right, I almost forgot about you!"

Enni let out a strange laugh, because in his mind, Jorah's Paramecia-type Art Fruit belonged to Miss Goldenweek.

Because in this world, there is no Devil Fruit more suitable for Miss Golden Week than the Fruit of Art.

They're a perfect match.

He believed that with this Paramecia-type Art Fruit, Miss Golden Week's strength would quickly grow to the level of a powerful figure capable of protecting a region.

In that case...

He then truly had a position in his hands, someone who could keep things in check.

Zoro, Rena, and Andre are all quite talented and strong... but they're still too inexperienced. In the original story, Zoro two years later is the true powerhouse capable of holding down a stronghold.

Bloweiler and Castald are also quite good.

However, it is still a bit short of being able to guard a region.

In Aini's view, a commander-in-chief must be at least a general or a high-ranking official. And he believed that Miss Golden Week could become such a powerful figure.

After all, her own abilities are both extremely powerful and bizarre.

If you add the Paramecia-type Art Fruit that's a perfect match for her, it will definitely create a strong chemical reaction.

Just like Uta.

A singer, blessed with the fruits of song. A painter, blessed with the fruits of art. Truly a match made in heaven...

At that moment, Jora's face turned deathly pale, and her body involuntarily stiffened. She suddenly realized how foolish her actions had been; she had practically courted death.

Really!

That's just courting death.

At this point, the wisest choice is to shut up and minimize your presence.

"shave..."

Aini vanished from his spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Jorah...

"shock..."

Jorah's expression changed again, and he launched a defensive attack.

He was, after all, a man who had roamed the high seas with Doflamingo and his crew for decades.

Even when faced with dire circumstances, their reactions are extremely quick.

"Destructive art!"

By materializing his imagination and inspiration, he spews out large amounts of transparent, bubble-like smoke from his palms. He then sprays the smoke at Enni in a manner similar to using a fire extinguisher, turning the target into a work of art imagined by the ability user.

Aini raised an eyebrow slightly.

It's important to know that this Paramecia-type Art Fruit is a rare law-based fruit in the world of One Piece.

Just like the Paramecia-type Ghost-Ghost Fruit and the Paramecia-type Hobby-Hobby Fruit, once you're hit, it's inescapable. The strength of the target isn't that important.

The important thing is whether it's a success or a failure.

"Humph……"

Aini let out a low, disdainful snort from his nose.

In an instant, his aura surged dramatically, and an invisible yet chilling pressure suddenly spread out. His already incredibly powerful Conqueror's Haki surged forth once more, but this time it was different from before.

Although it did not cause any direct physical damage, the mental impact and attack power it brought were multiplied!

At that moment, Aini descended to earth like a god, looking down upon all things and all living beings from his lofty position. His cold gaze pierced through everything as if it were a tangible substance, making people afraid to meet his eyes.

Jorah, who was right in front of them, was the first to be affected by this terrifying force.

I felt as if my head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and I instantly lost the ability to think, my mind went completely blank.

Immediately afterwards, an unbearable, excruciating pain surged through her, as if countless sharp blades were frantically churning and cutting inside her skull. The pain was so intense that Jora's face instantly turned ashen, devoid of any color.

Large beads of sweat kept seeping from her forehead, quickly gathering into streams that flowed down her cheeks.

At the same time, the intense pain in her head abruptly interrupted Jora's ability. She clutched her head tightly in an attempt to alleviate the pain, but it was all in vain.

Finally, Jorah could no longer support his weight, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.