"Tempest Kick!"
Daz Bonez's blade-like feet kept launching cutting arcs.
Clang, clang, clang!
The Marine Rear Admiral was forced back, his body covered in countless fine wounds.
"Spiral Thrust!"
In midair, Daz Bonez pressed both feet together and spun rapidly, dropping straight toward his target.
The Rear Admiral had just cut apart the incoming blades when he saw the attack above him. His soul nearly left his body, but it was already too late.
His entire body was shredded apart.
"Third one."
Daz Bonez did not even glance at the mangled remains. He turned toward the crowd of Marines.
His fingers turned into blades as he rushed into the crowd and began harvesting lives.
"Ah!"
Screams rang out continuously. Some had their throats cut. Others were pierced through the chest.
As a former assassin, Daz Bonez knew exactly how to kill quickly.
Since joining White Ghost's crew, he had let go of his contempt for swordsmen. There was no choice. Among the sword users on this ship, he could not beat a single one. Even Olga, the weakest among them, could beat him black and blue.
After that, he followed the crew's pace and trained desperately, often sparring with the others.
Ever since awakening both forms of Haki, he had grown even stronger. He was glad he had not refused White Ghost's invitation back then.
If he had stayed in that organization, there was no way he would be this strong now. Here, he had seen far too much.
His partner, Sara, also trained in her free time while serving as the ship's coffee specialist.
White Ghost's rule was simple: if you're on my ship, you can't be too weak. You'll embarrass me.
Of course, there were a few exceptions.
Daz Bonez moved swiftly through the crowd, slaughtering everyone in his path.
The captain's order this time was clear.
Kill as many as possible.
"Criminal, don't get arrogant!"
Two Marine Rear Admirals abandoned their attacks on the two dinosaurs and turned toward Daz Bonez.
"You'll be the fourth and fifth."
Daz Bonez said it flatly, then engaged both of them at once.
"Roar!"
With two Rear Admirals gone, A-Er's pressure lessened, and he launched a fierce assault on the enemy before him.
A-Da sliced through the air from above, sending blade-like attacks into the crowd below. The Marines gnashed their teeth in fury.
They could not fly.
"You still have time to look around?"
Gin's wings shook, and he plunged into the crowd.
"Damn criminal, stop!"
A Rear Admiral tried to stop Gin's slaughter, but Enel held him back.
Bang!
Enel struck him away with his staff, then picked at his ear.
"Looks like you really do look down on me. Even if my job is only to stall you."
The other three gritted their teeth and glared at the long-eared boy.
This boy's close combat was ridiculously strong. Combined with his Silver-Silver ability, he had taken on all four of them alone and still held the upper hand.
The four of them had attacked together for so long and still failed to bring him down.
It was a disgrace.
And now, it seemed this boy had not even gotten serious.
Before long, the three realized that the companion who had been knocked away still had not gotten up.
Before they could check what had happened—
Whoosh.
A faint sound cut through the air, and one of their comrades' heads exploded right in front of them.
"Sniper!"
The two were shocked. They immediately stood back-to-back, scanning their surroundings.
Clang, clang.
Enel assembled his armor. It was something he had made based on his lord's ability.
Silver Dragon Man.
"I'm coming."
Enel grinned and rushed toward the two.
Far away, Container lowered his weapon and watched Enel beat the two men down. He shook his head.
"Looks like my marksmanship still isn't good enough. I wonder when the sniper the captain mentioned will come aboard."
His gaze shifted toward Wyper.
Container nodded.
"That kid's grown up too. He's pressing two Rear Admirals by himself."
Then Container turned his eyes somewhere else, his lips curling.
"I wonder if I can snipe an elite Vice Admiral."
Clang, clang, clang!
Shiroheko's twin blades, coated in black flames, clashed with Momonga.
Momonga's expression had gone from relaxed at the start to grave and focused.
Clang.
Their blades collided again. Normal flames burned along Momonga's sword, constantly clashing with Shiroheko's black fire.
"It's hard to imagine how young you are. You're already this strong."
Shiroheko pressed her lips together.
"I've trained for years. White Bro has always taught me, and I also have the power of a Mythical Zoan. If I couldn't even hold off one Vice Admiral, I'd embarrass him."
The two forced each other back.
Momonga lit another cigar and looked at the Mythical Zoan girl.
"I didn't expect that guy to be so good at teaching swordsmanship. There are several swordsmen on your ship, aren't there? He even trained a great swordswoman. If only he hadn't left the Marines."
Shiroheko tightened her grip on her blades.
"There's no point saying that now. Different sides are different sides. No matter where he went, he would still be forced to swallow anger."
"Two-Sword Style: Netherworld Demon Slash!"
Shiroheko crossed her blades and attacked Momonga.
Momonga raised his sword and slashed at her.
"Volcanic Slash!"
Boom!
The two collided. Black flames and ordinary flames burned fiercely, cutting off that entire area.
Everyone nearby had already fled.
After all, both of them used fire. If someone was careless, they would be burned to death just by standing too close.
While the two were locked in a contest of strength, a faint sound came through the air.
Momonga instinctively tilted his head.
A bullet grazed past his ear.
Shiroheko seized the opening and knocked his sword aside.
Momonga's guard opened wide.
Shiroheko did not hold back and slashed.
Swish!
Momonga was sent flying. No blood flowed from the wound across his chest, because the black flames had burned it dry.
"Damn it!"
Momonga winced and immediately covered the wound with Haki. Haki was the counter to abilities, but Shiroheko's flames were not ordinary flames.
Besides, Shiroheko and Container had no intention of giving him time to extinguish them. They seized the chance and launched a fierce assault.
Momonga's face turned pale as he fought and retreated. The flames burning on his chest tormented him, and he also had to guard against bullets that could come from anywhere.
At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku and the others watched the live broadcast, their faces dark.
White Ghost was truly holding nothing back. He was fighting to kill Marines.
Tsuru pushed the door open and walked in, handing a file to Sengoku.
Sengoku took it. The more he read, the deeper his frown became.
"That blind man is a wandering swordsman? And White Ghost only met him recently at a casino?"
Smack!
Sengoku slammed his palm on the table.
"That brat's luck is this good? He randomly runs into a top-tier powerhouse and pulls him onto his ship?"
Zephyr stared at the broadcast. White Ghost was fighting two Admirals without falling behind, and the other battlefields were just as grim.
He turned to Sengoku with a dark expression.
"Are we still going to keep fighting? Those Marines won't last much longer. We underestimated that brat's strength.
"And his crew too. If this continues, none of those Marines will come back alive!"
Sengoku's face was just as grim.
The fight clearly could not continue.
One of the three Admirals had been held back. White Ghost was fighting the other two alone.
The Vice Admirals had all been stopped as well.
If the battle continued, all those Marines would die.
Sengoku picked up the Den Den Mushi beside him and made the call.
There was no other choice.
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