Clang! Even though Charlotte Linlin was completely losing her mind and her consciousness was fading, she still managed to instinctively swing her sword in the face of Rosinante's attack. Her blade clashed with his slashing longsword in a violent spark.

The next instant, Rosinante was blasted away again.

"What monstrous strength… Silence!" Knocked back by that overwhelming brute force, Rosinante's body reeled uncontrollably. In order to regain control, he instantly silenced the force on his blade, then flickered aside in a flash, narrowly avoiding another savage strike from Charlotte Linlin.

Had he not just nullified the impact and regained control of his movements, he would have been forced to take that slash head-on.

Dodging her blow, Rosinante blinked once more, reappearing right at Linlin's side, his blade swinging toward her in a fierce arc.

But her sword came down at the exact same moment, and once again Rosinante was sent flying.

"What a monster… She's attacking purely on instinct. That makes her even more terrifying. My silence ability is completely useless against her—just as I thought. For true powerhouses, silencing sound or aura means nothing!" Rosinante muttered.

His ability to erase all sound and aura, slipping into a state of "nothingness" to launch silent strikes, had been one of his most reliable trump cards. But against monsters like Charlotte Linlin or Garp, it was practically a joke.

Not that he needed to rely on it anymore.

Rosinante kept getting sent flying, yet each time he flickered back at blistering speed to launch another attack. He moved so fast that the surrounding onlookers couldn't even track him.

This was Flying Shadow. As Rosinante's control over his power improved, his mastery over Flying Shadow had grown smooth and precise.

Before, he could barely use it, and only for simple maneuvers—like a short-range thrust. Ten meters of movement had been almost impossible to control precisely. If he applied just a bit too much force, he would overshoot and end up in the wrong place, which could be fatal in battle.

Now, however, he could move within ten meters with pinpoint accuracy, landing exactly where he wanted.

This precision allowed him to combine inhuman speed with exact positioning—never overshooting, never missing his mark.

With that control, Rosinante could keep pressing the attack. Even though each clash sent him flying, his Flying Shadow speed allowed him to immediately regain the initiative. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI[F]ire.net

After all, to him, ten meters and one meter were both just a single step away. In a battle fought at this speed, that distance might as well not exist, letting him dictate the rhythm of his strikes.

"Incredible! Rosinante can fight Mama evenly!" Charlotte Opera exclaimed.

"Mama's strength is immense, but Rosinante's speed lets him seize the perfect moment to strike. Especially now that she's lost her senses from her eating disorder, she's completely on the back foot. This isn't good…" Perospero said grimly.

"No! I'm going to help Mama! I can't let him hurt her!" Oven growled.

But Perospero grabbed his arm.

"You'd be useless up there. Can you handle attacks at that speed? Honestly, we're lucky he's keeping Mama busy—otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Right now, the priority is to find Streusen. Get him to think of a way to wake Mama up!"

"Alright! I'll find him right away!" Oven said, rushing toward the Cake Chateau.

"And get people to surround this place—don't let Rosinante escape!"

"Give the nun back to me!" Charlotte Linlin roared, swinging her sword in a brutal arc that drove Rosinante steadily backward.

"Release… Heaven-Crashing Slash!" In the blink of an eye, Rosinante flickered to her other side, his blade cutting down.

Linlin's sword met his once more, steel clanging against steel—

Boom! This time, she was sent flying, crashing into her own throne.

Rosinante had just unleashed the force he'd silenced earlier in the battle, combining it with his Heaven-Crashing Slash, finally managing to hurl her backward.

"Mama… got sent flying? What happened?! Where did Rosinante get that kind of power?" Perospero's eyes widened.

"W-What?!" Daifuku was stunned.

"Am I seeing things? How could that happen?" Cracker rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"That's Rosinante's ability," Katakuri said at last. "He can nullify the force of attacks that hit him, then release it back at his opponent. If he adds his own power on top of it, the strike becomes even more devastating. I just said—Mama should still be careful."

"No way… He can do that? That's way too overpowered!" Cracker exclaimed.

"How do you even fight that? Any force you hit him with gets nullified, so you can't hurt him—and then he can use your own strength to strike back? Isn't that basically invincible?" The long-legged beauty Smoothie's eyes gleamed in shock.

Perospero's brows furrowed deeply at Katakuri's words.

Rosinante's strength was far greater than they had estimated. They had already thought highly of him, but now it seemed they had still underestimated him.

"Hey, Katakuri! Sure, this isn't much of a secret, but did you really have to spill it right now?" Rosinante rolled his eyes.

"Do you mind?" Katakuri asked evenly.

"Not really. It's not like I was hiding it. But either way, we're gonna have to bail soon—your mom's way too tough. I have no idea what kind of body she has, but even that attack didn't do a thing to her!" Rosinante glanced at Linlin.

"Give the nun back to me!" Sure enough, the woman he had just blasted into her throne stood up without a scratch.

"We can't let him escape!" Perospero shouted.

At his command, Charlotte family members closed ranks, blocking Rosinante's retreat.

"Perospero… what? You want to stand against me?" Rosinante leveled his sword at him.

Perospero's eyes narrowed. He still bore Rosinante's healing seal—perhaps only left alone out of respect for Katakuri. But if he stepped up to oppose him, that would be a different story.

"Rosinante," Katakuri said flatly.

"I know, I know—I won't kill him. But he can still take a nap."

The moment Rosinante finished speaking, part of the healing seal on Perospero's body was released. Instantly, injuries from the past two years reappeared on him, the pain hitting like a tidal wave.