One Piece: Wielder of the Void

42. Carelessness

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The battle between the two sides had raged on for nearly half an hour.

Both sides had endured heavy clashes, but it was Anos who managed to remain composed despite suffering some injuries.

Although his body bore the marks of combat, the wounds weren't deep enough to cause lasting damage if treated properly.

Anos's strategic mind was already calculating his next move, knowing his injuries could be managed with the right care.

On the other hand, Olvia Omoro and his subordinates were in a dire situation. They had started the fight with confidence, their elite training as CP2 agents bolstering their morale.

But as the battle wore on, the intensity of the confrontation and Anos's relentless attacks began to wear them down.

What had once been a team of highly skilled agents was now a group of desperate men, cornered like ants on a hot plate, scurrying in search of a way out.

"King Tru, do you really intend to take things this far? Is there no room for negotiation?" Olvia Omoro's voice was cold, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

Despite his usual composure, the cracks in his calm demeanour were beginning to show. His team was dwindling, and the pressure was mounting.

Anos looked at him with a sly, sinister smile, his demeanour radiating malevolence. He didn't seem concerned about his injuries or the prolonged nature of the fight.

He appeared to be enjoying himself, revelling in the chaos and suffering around him. His confidence remained unshaken, and his eyes gleamed with a cruel, calculating glint.

"Do you really think it matters if I stop now?" Anos responded, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You, the leader of CP2, would never allow us to leave peacefully. I know you well enough. The moment you step out of this kingdom, you'll come after us with everything you've got. So why bother pretending?"

"Instead of worrying about what happens next, you should start accepting the reality that you won't be leaving here alive. Why not stay? It's quite pleasant, don't you think?"

The grin on Anos's face widened as he surveyed the increasingly desperate group. His words were laced with mockery, designed to instil doubt and fear.

It was clear that Anos was not merely fighting for survival, he was enjoying the psychological warfare, relishing the terror he inspired in his opponents.

One of Olvia's subordinates, a man wearing a red tie, couldn't contain his frustration. His voice was filled with rage as he shouted.

"Boss, why are you wasting time with this guy? Just kill him already! If we take him down, the barrier will collapse. When that happens, we'll make sure this entire kingdom is reduced to rubble!" His eyes were wild with desperation, reflecting the hopelessness of their situation.

Anos laughed, the sound echoing through the battlefield like the cawing of a crow over a corpse.

"Oh, really?" he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Do you honestly think that's all I've got? How many times have you threatened me like this? And yet, here we are, still locked in the same situation. You're amusing, I'll give you that. But you're playing a losing game."

The man with the red tie clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. He knew the truth deep down. Without finding a way to neutralize Anos's spatial abilities.

It didn't matter how long they fought or how hard they tried. Sooner or later, they would tire, and a single strike from Anos could be fatal.

Olvia, however, remained focused. His mind was racing, searching for a strategy to overcome their seemingly invincible opponent.