When they heard Amande's words, every member of the Charlotte Family turned to stare at her in astonishment.
What? What did she just say? Did she really claim that someone who could fight Mama to a draw with a sword… was actually not good at using a sword?
"Don't you notice his swordsmanship is crude?" Amande exhaled a deep puff of smoke as she spoke. "I'm not saying his strikes lack power—quite the opposite. His sword attacks are frighteningly strong. But that power doesn't come from swordsmanship. His skill with the blade is mediocre at best—just a common swordsman's level. The terrifying force you see is most likely the result of his own strength… or some other method of attack. Don't you agree, Brother Katakuri?"
Katakuri gave Amande a sidelong glance, then replied flatly, "That's right. Rosinante's true strength lies in his fists. The reason his sword strikes are so devastating is because he uses the same methods he applies with his fists, but channels them through a blade. That's why I said his slashes are just cheap imitations."
"The attacks that come next," Katakuri's expression grew serious, "will show the most terrifying side of Rosinante."
Everyone followed his gaze upward into the sky.
"Don't tell me Rosinante hasn't even shown his real strength yet?" Owen asked.
"It's not exactly that he's been holding back," Katakuri expRyand, "but his skill with the sword really is only at that level. The same power—channeled through his fists—becomes far more terrifying."
Even as Katakuri spoke, both of Rosinante's fists were already coated in dense Armament Haki.
Then—he stepped into the air. The space beneath his feet detonated with a crack, and in the blink of an eye his body blurred into an afterimage, reappearing right in front of Charlotte Linlin. He threw a punch.
At the same time, Linlin swung her sword.
Fist and blade collided with a bone-shaking impact.
Waves of violent force rippled out from the clash, radiating in every direction.
Sparks erupted wildly where the hardened Armament clashed against Napoleon's keen edge.
"Doesn't seem all that impressive," Daifuku sneered.
In his eyes, Rosinante's punch didn't match Katakuri's warning—it wasn't nearly as earth-shattering as when he'd used a sword.
The other Charlotte siblings felt the same way. This punch lacked the sheer visual spectacle of his earlier sword strikes.
"Don't think you can overpower me with brute force," Linlin snarled. "You're just a brat—still a long way off!"
A massive surge of strength exploded from her long sword, pressing down on Rosinante with crushing force.
"Tch…" Rosinante's brow furrowed as he felt that unimaginable pressure bearing down, threatening to send him flying.
But then—threads of utter silence began pouring into his fists, erasing the crushing weight on him bit by bit.
"Huh?" A flicker of surprise crossed Linlin's face. How could he possibly withstand her raw strength?
"He… he stopped Mama's power?!" Daifuku gasped.
Every Charlotte sibling knew about Mama's monstrous strength. Even when Rosinante had been wielding a sword, he could never fully block her blows—she would send him flying every time.
But now, with his fists, he was holding his ground.
Rosinante's silence ability worked best with direct contact. When using a sword, he could wrap that silence around the blade to weaken an opponent's attack—but the effect was far inferior to applying it directly with his own body.
Now, the rolling tide of silence swept through, stripping away Linlin's strength.
In a sudden motion, Rosinante stepped back, retracting his fist—only to step forward again, slamming another punch forward.
"Release—Extreme Collapse Fist!" Rosinante roared as he drove his strike straight into Linlin's body.
A thunderous boom erupted as his power exploded at the point of impact.
The instantaneous force of the Extreme Collapse Fist unleashed an overwhelming blast, hammering into Linlin with terrifying might.
For the first time, Linlin's expression changed.
Then—Bang!
Charlotte Linlin, along with her three massive Homies, was blasted backward, tumbling through the air before crashing into the ground.
"Mama!" Napoleon, Prometheus, and Zeus cried out in shock.
"No way… Mama was sent flying?!" Daifuku's eyes bulged.
"That bastard! How dare you do that to Mama!" Owen roared, unable to contain his rage.
In the next instant, he lunged forward, seizing a massive stone table nearby.
His hands glowed red as his Heat-Heat powers ignited, scorching the table until it blazed hot. With a violent heave, he hurled it straight at Rosinante.
Rosinante met the incoming mass with a single punch, shattering the blazing stone into fragments.
After breaking the table apart, his cold gaze turned to Owen.
"Don't be reckless!" Perospero snapped at his brother.
But Rosinante's attention had already shifted back to Linlin.
The Yonko had already risen from the crater without a single scratch, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Prometheus!" Linlin barked.
"Here, Mama!" Prometheus answered.
She seized the living flame and poured her overwhelming soul power into it. Prometheus instantly expanded, swelling into an immense blazing fireball—like a miniature sun.
"Go!" Linlin thrust her hand forward, sending the colossal fireball hurtling toward Rosinante.
"You dare harm Mama? I'll burn you to ash!" Prometheus snarled, bearing down on him like the wrath of the sun.
"Damn it…" Rosinante's face darkened. The sheer size and power of that fireball meant he couldn't silence it instantly—and even if he could, he wasn't sure his body could endure it.
"Self-Limiting Silence—Release!"
Rosinante removed the restraints on his own body, expanding its capacity for power.
"Extreme Collapse Fist!" He clenched his fists, gathering every ounce of strength into them. As Prometheus descended, Rosinante unleashed his punch.
Fist met blazing sun—and the world erupted. The impact detonated like a nuclear blast, a cataclysmic explosion tearing the air apart.
Every member of the Charlotte Family blanched at the sight, instinctively retreating from the blast zone.
The devastating force swept outward, obliterating everything in its path—engulfing the entire top level of the Whole Cake Chateau.