Cass's series of self-preservation maneuvers were all observed by Aola. She hadn't expected her opponent to be a doctor, which came as a bit of a surprise.
But given the circumstances, Aola knew it wouldn't be easy to take him down quickly. Having failed to land a decisive blow, she had no interest in prolonging the fight.
An opponent of Cass's caliber was troublesome, but she had already succeeded in severely injuring him, creating an advantage for the battles to come. Letting out a frustrated hiss, she shifted her target and charged toward another member of the Roger Pirates.
The two Snake Girls had performed remarkably well. In just the few minutes since the battle began, each had already achieved notable results.
With things unfolding this way, how could the two Dragon Girls remain idle? They were rivals constantly vying in secret, after all.
Boom!
Boom!
A tremendous roar shook Sky Island as the Dragonkin Girl Ella, with sheer brute force and violence, sent two elite swordsmen from the Roger Pirates flying. They crashed heavily onto the thick cloud layer, tumbling several times before struggling back to their feet.
These two swordsmen were twins who had trained alongside Rayleigh for years. Their swordsmanship was refined, and their coordination seamless.
Upon landing, the twins roared in unison, their longswords coated in Armament Haki. Like two bolts of lightning, they simultaneously slashed at Ella's waist from both sides.
"Twin Moon Slash!"
Ella neither dodged nor evaded, opting instead for the most primitive method: a head-on clash. She let out a low dragon's roar, crossing her arms abruptly, which were covered in the thickest Dragon Scales and Armament Haki, to meet the twins' strikes head-on.
Clang—!
Sparks flew as the terrifying impact caused Ella's body to shudder slightly, yet she remained completely unharmed. The twins' longswords left only two shallow white scratches on her sturdy Dragon Scales.
"Is that all the strength you've got?" Ella laughed wildly, her laughter carrying the distinctive shockwaves of a Wyvern.
She suddenly opened her maw wide, unleashing a roar from her throat imbued with terrifying vibrational force.
"Lesser Dragon Roar: Shockwave Strike!"
This roar was more than just sound—it was a shockwave attack infused with draconic pressure.
Struck by the sonic wave at such close range, the two swordsmen felt their heads ring and their vision darken, temporarily losing control of their bodies.
Seizing this fleeting opening, Ella swung her arms out like two massive Spiked Clubs, smashing toward the dazed swordsmen.
Thud!
Thud!
The tremendous force sent the two elite swordsmen flying through the air, their fates unknown.
Faced with such an opportunity, Ella wasn't about to waste it. She launched herself upward, soaring into the air to deliver a final assault on the two still tumbling through the sky.
"Lesser Dragon Impact!"
Her fists shot forward, generating two shockwaves tinged with a vibrating effect, both striking the airborne swordsmen simultaneously.
Ssshh—
Ssshh—
Two soft sounds echoed, and the figures of the two swordsmen vanished from midair. Below, on the cloud layer, two piles of mangled flesh appeared, blood splattered everywhere.
The death toll of the Roger Pirates had now reached three, with one more severely wounded.
Ella retracted her arms, taking a rough breath as she glanced at the other Dragon Girl not far away, chuckling softly, "Not bad at all, you. You're almost as strong as me now."
Wyvern Girl Feixue was currently in the midst of a frenzied assault. Unexpectedly, her opponent was not one of the Roger Pirates' main combatants but their navigator.
However, this was the navigator of the Roger Pirates. Even though he wasn't a primary fighter, he still possessed strength comparable to a top-tier Rear Admiral, even bordering on Vice Admiral level. This was one of the defining traits of the Roger Pirates—their individual combat prowess was exceptionally strong.
In this regard, they were somewhat similar to Luffy and his crew decades later, who also had few members but formidable combat abilities.
The navigator held a long sword in his hand, using the Six Styles technique "Moonwalk" to barely maneuver in the air against Feixue.
Every flap of Feixue's massive wings stirred up gales high in the sky, strong enough to tear through steel plates. Though the navigator's swordsmanship was not weak, he was completely at a disadvantage against such absolute speed and aerial dominance.
"Too slow! Your blade can't even touch my shadow!" Feixue let out a shrill cry like an eagle's in the air.
She folded her wings, inverted her body completely, and transformed into a black lightning bolt, diving down from several thousand meters high, aiming straight for the navigator's head.
"Sky Dance: Wing-Rending Storm!"
During the high-speed dive, Feixue concentrated all her power into the edges of her wings. The wing edges instantly turned into two rapidly rotating blades, screeching sharply as they rubbed against the air. This was no ordinary wind—it was a vacuum blade imbued with the tearing properties of the Wyvern Fruit's power.
The navigator panicked. With all his strength, he raised his long sword overhead, trying to block the attack.
Clang—Crack!
The long sword lasted only a second against the Wing-Rending Storm before being completely torn apart.
Along with the destruction of the sword, the unnamed navigator was torn in two from head to toe, like a piece of shredded paper, falling to the ground below and creating two small craters like slabs of pork.
After finishing the strike and taking the opponent's life, Feixue didn't linger. She elegantly flapped her wings and soared high again, reclaiming the commanding heights.
Their master had already given the order: the Beast Girls were to eliminate all members of the Roger Pirates—every single one. For Feixue, there was no need to rest; she simply had to keep taking down more enemies.
Her mission was to clear threats while providing an aerial view of the entire battlefield for her five sisters, ready to offer support at any moment.
The brief but swift battle ended just like that. In the blink of an eye, five members of the Roger Pirates had already fallen, all within just over ten minutes.
The two Snake Girls and two Dragon Girls had performed exceptionally brilliantly, effortlessly claiming lives. Roger watched all of this, his eyes nearly bloodshot with urgency.
"Damn it, damn it!"
Rarely unable to maintain his composure, Roger began to roar. For him, these short ten-plus minutes felt like an entire year.
The foundation he had painstakingly built over the years was being shattered one piece at a time, right before his eyes. No one could withstand such a blow.
Moreover, it wasn't just these six dead teammates—several others in the clouds were also on the brink of life and death.
Unfortunately, Roger was completely unable to lend support at this moment. A powerful and utterly wild aura had firmly locked onto him, rendering him incapable of taking action.
Roger looked up at Brian hovering in midair not far away and said with hatred, "You scoundrel from the Rocks Pirates! If you have the guts, face me in a decisive battle! Don't toy with my comrades!"
"Hahaha, a decisive battle? A decisive battle?!"
Hearing this, Brian couldn't help but find it amusing. Interesting, truly interesting.
"Back then, you provoked my captain Rocks, only to slink away to the first half of the Grand Line, leaving your crew's families and the islands they lived on to be completely destroyed. Why didn't you talk about a decisive battle then?"
"Huh? Why should things go your way? Why? Just because you, Roger, have a big face?"