Robin felt like she was being hunted down, suppressed and beaten by Reiju and Bonnie.
And the two women were simply too strong! Clearly, this wasn't a fight Robin could win today.
On top of that, they weren't even trying to kill her—they wanted to capture her!
Elior, had just ordered her arrest.
Robin could already guess the reason. After all, she had been pursued countless times over the years for the same cause: her bounty and, more importantly, her identity as a survivor of Ohara.
She assumed Elior wanted her alive so she could decipher the Poneglyphs for him.
But if Elior knew what Robin was thinking, he would have laughed. He had no need for Robin to read the Poneglyphs.
"Woman, stop resisting! Your Revolutionary Army is finished today anyway!"
Bonney sneered, swinging a sharp kick toward Robin.
Recently, Bonney had grown stronger thanks to Elior's unique dual-cultivation physique.
In the past, her own combat ability hadn't been very impressive. After all, her Devil Fruit wasn't designed for direct combat.
But with Elior, she continued to grow stronger.
Robin was struck again by Bonney's kick and sent crashing hard against the ground.
Reiju immediately followed up. As Robin struggled to rise, Reiju closed in and landed a vicious punch to her stomach.
The blow left Robin reeling, her stomach wracked with pain. She nearly vomited blood.
When women fought women, there was no mercy.
"Damn it…"
Robin staggered back several steps, clutching her abdomen.
All around her, the sounds of battle echoed. The island had become a full-fledged battlefield. Corpses littered the ground, most of them Revolutionary soldiers. Elior's side had also lost many men.
But Elior's forces were mostly soldiers from the Germa — mass-produced through bloodline factors.
To put it bluntly, Elior had as many as he wanted. They were little different from machines: fearless, tireless, unafraid of death.
The Revolutionary Army was doomed.
Whether Elior's soldiers lived or died didn't matter. From the lowest grunts to the highest-ranking officers, the Revolutionary Army was destined to be wiped out.
Elior's lineup of fighters was simply too overwhelming. His high-level combat power was far beyond what the Revolutionary Army could face.
The deaths of Sabo and Morley had already been devastating blows.
Robin looked at the battlefield and felt a wave of sorrow. The cries of pain, the sea of corpses—she felt sick.
Yet she still had to face Reiju and Bonney.
Five minutes later, Robin was inevitably subdued.
This outcome was unavoidable. The combination of Reiju and Bonney was simply too overwhelming.
Even if either of them alone might have been manageable, together they were far beyond what Robin could endure today.
Unless she chose to commit suicide—which she would never do—capture was her only fate.
But Robin could never have imagined that after this capture, she would never again see freedom. Within days, she would stop even thinking of escape.
Straw Hat Luffy would eventually be forgotten.
One of his most cherished friends… lost.
Elsewhere, Bullet smashed Ivankov back with a single punch. Before he even hit the ground, Ivankov spewed three mouthfuls of blood in midair.
Bullet's power was overwhelming.
Truthfully, Ivankov's strength wasn't on the highest tier. At best, he was slightly stronger than Doflamingo — around that level.
There was no way he could match a monster like Bullet.
And Bullet had no worthy opponent here. Other than Dragon, the strongest Revolutionary present was Ivankov. So Bullet had no choice but to use him as a punching bag, tormenting him without ending it quickly.
Bullet hadn't even gone all out yet. Otherwise, Ivankov would already be dead.
Even so, Ivankov was in agony.
"He's too strong! I can't win!"
Ivankov cursed inwardly, knowing full well he couldn't face this monster alone.
"Galaxy Wink!"
Steadying himself, Ivankov launched his signature attack as Bullet charged.
Explosions erupted—Ivankov's invisible blasts hammered Bullet's body.
But Bullet didn't even flinch. He walked through the barrage with a grin.
"You think that'll work on me?"
His tone was mocking. The attacks couldn't even scratch him.
Bullet's physique was terrifying, even without his Devil Fruit. Unlike many others, he wasn't dependent on it—his physical skills were monstrous on their own.
"No way…"
Ivankov's face twisted in shock. His ultimate move had been useless.
Worse, Bullet treated the attack as if it were nothing more than an annoyance.
"You're too weak. Not worth my time. But in the end, you'll still die here."
Bullet clenched his fists, a savage smile curling his lips. In the next instant, his form vanished—his speed so great Ivankov couldn't track him.
Boom!
A devastating punch slammed into Ivankov's stomach.
Before he could even be blasted away, Bullet reappeared above him, smashing down with another blow.
The force tore a crater into the ground, with Ivankov at its center.
Pain wracked his body; it felt like he was about to shatter into pieces.
Two strikes, back to back!
Far too powerful!
Bullet's strength was beyond anything Ivankov could endure.
"As a Revolutionary Army officer, is this all you can muster? Pathetic. I might as well kill you. You're weak… and disappointing."
Bullet's mocking words dripped with contempt as he looked down at his battered opponent.
For a man obsessed with battle, the lack of any worthy rival was its own kind of torture.
"Damn it… I've been underestimated!"
Ivankov fumed inside—but the truth was undeniable. He wasn't Bullet's match.
Not even close.
All he could do was take the beating.