Fatty Pan, Pierre, and Brook found themselves amid piles of rocks, sweat-drenched as they stood in place. In front of them was another venomous barbed serpent baring its teeth and claws!
Pierre wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and said unhappily, "We're in trouble! None of our fighting styles are useful against a monster like this!"
Fatty Pan was standing there, gasping for breath. His energy was running frighteningly low after the battle with the venomous barbed serpent. He didn't have the strength to talk anymore.
Brook shook his right hand again with a wry smile. His War Spirit weapon was a very odd one. It was a bone-like cane.
He swung his bone-like cane at the venomous barbed serpent with force again. Two long and thin bone spurs appeared out of thin air and flew tow
