An hour ago, Tiger finally climbed the Red Line after overcoming countless difficulties.
He leaned back, lying directly on the edge of the cliff.
Tiger had been a Slave in Mary Geoise for a long time, and he knew very well that this area was a defensive blind spot for the guards.
After all, there was nothing nearby, and no one would have imagined that someone would climb the Red Line with their bare hands.
After recovering some of his strength, Fisher Tiger began the next step of his plan.
He stealthily infiltrated Mary Geoise and headed to the Slave market.
In the dead of night, only the clanking of the patrolling guards' armor could be heard in the Slave market.
Tiger chose this as his first target because the guards in the Slave market were relatively weaker compared to the coliseum and the Celestial Dragons' estates.
Given the importance of the Slave market, the reaction time of the guards and CP would also be relatively slower if something happened here.
Furthermore, the Slave market in Mary Geoise usually featured high-quality Slaves.
Among them were many Slaves who were not weak in strength or were well-equipped, just like Mandy, who was once displayed on the shelves with a full set of equipment.
Tiger agilely flipped into the Slave market, landing silently.
In the first second, he crushed the throat of the nearest guard.
In the second second, he threw a set of keys to the nearest Slave—a rather burly Giant Race youth.
In the third second, he threw a torch at the silk canopy, and flames instantly engulfed the price tags.
"Unlock the shackles and lead everyone to the east!" Tiger roared at the still-stunned Giant Race youth, his voice overriding the crackling of the flames.
He didn't waste time, rushing straight to the guardroom and smashing the main switch of the alarm system with one punch.
Several guards aimed their guns, but Tiger's figure had already disappeared from their blind spot.
The next second, their spines were shattered by the shockwave of Fish-Man Karate.
The Slaves didn't hesitate—
The Giant Race youth carried two children, the long-armed woman used an iron chain to break the cage, the Mink Tribe smashed the glass display cases... They surged like a torrent towards the east passage, while Tiger ensured no one was left behind at the rear.
Fire?
The buildings in Mary Geoise had excellent fire resistance, and strange incidents were constantly occurring here.
The initial thick smoke was not taken seriously; people just assumed it was an accidental fire or that some Celestial Dragon had a sudden whim to set their own home ablaze.
It wasn't until something caused an explosion, visible even from Blake's estate, that the guards finally realized something serious might have happened.
By then, Tiger had already led the first batch of escaping Slaves into the coliseum.
The Slaves still alive here were battle-hardened warriors, and their overall combat power was much stronger than those in the Slave market.
Although there were more guards here.
Firstly, guards from other areas were rushing towards the Slave market.
Secondly, Tiger was no longer alone.
The coliseum guards had just received a vague alarm.
"The market might be on fire; send someone to check."
However, at this moment, they no longer had that opportunity.
Tiger kicked open the cages of the wild beasts, letting animals like Tigers and lions rush out.
The Slaves accompanying him found the keys and successively unlocked the gladiators' shackles.
What about CP0?
They were still assembling.
The Slave market and coliseum were not exactly refined establishments, located near the edge of Mary Geoise, so it would take some time for CP to get there.
Not only that, but they also had to leave a portion of agents to protect the Celestial Dragons' residential area.
By the time they arrived, the coliseum had already become the center of a riot.
Not all Slaves followed Fisher Tiger.
Some were more confident in themselves, some fled in panic, or some were not quite sane and wanted to make a quick buck... In short, a group of dozens of Slaves had rushed onto Mary Geoise's moving walkway.
Following this path, they arrived near the Celestial Dragons' residences.
Although CP0 discovered them immediately and began to intercept them.
However, among these Slaves were many masters proficient in two types of Haki, coupled with their numerical advantage and a continuous stream of more Slaves arriving from behind, CP's defense line quickly developed vulnerabilities.
With a bang.
Ten Slaves smashed open the side door of Grothius's house.
Hearing the noise, Grothius turned to look and instantly became furious:
"You lowly wretches! How dare you damage my door!"
He pulled out a pistol from his pocket:
"I will demote all of you back to Slaves!"
The Slaves:???
No, we just escaped, and you still want to turn us back into Slaves?
No words needed, beat him!
The rioting Slaves had lost their reason and reverence; they instantly tackled Grothius to the ground and began to punch and kick him.
"Bastards..."
Bang!
"You..."
Bang!
"I won't..."
Bang!
Grothius yelled and screamed in agony.
Blake, observing this scene from afar with Observation Haki, couldn't help but laugh:
"Celestial Dragons certainly have good physical constitutions; they can still shout so vigorously after being beaten like this."
By the time the guards realized the seriousness of the situation, the entire outer perimeter of Mary Geoise had become a sea of fire.
"Quick! Go notify the Marine!"
"The Holy Land has been invaded! Tell the Marine to send people to support immediately!"
A CP agent was shouting into a transponder snail.
But it was already too late—
In the outer area, Tiger had already achieved the first step of his plan.
He smashed the bridge with a punch, attempting to slow down the guards' pursuit and allow more Slaves to escape.
Just then—
"A lowly, inferior race dares to run wild in the Holy Land?!"
"Offending the descendants of gods is a capital offense!"
"divine judgment: Cloud Radiance!"
Whoosh!
A blood-red slash flew directly towards Tiger, imbued with terrifying power, leaving a series of sonic booms in the air.
If he were hit by that, even with Tiger's physical constitution, he would definitely not be able to get up for a while.
With a clang, a long saber was placed in front of the sword energy slash, shattering it.
Garling frowned, looking at the figure that appeared in front of Fisher Tiger, veins bulging on his forehead:
"Christopher! It's you again!"
His voice began to deepen:
"This is the third time..."
Garling stared intently at Christopher, his gaze like a sharp blade:
"This is the third time you've blocked my sword for these beasts."
Christopher held his long saber horizontally across his chest, its blade reflecting the figures of the fleeing Slaves in the distance:
"You finally counted? It seems even gods can do arithmetic."
"What game are you playing?"
Fisher Tiger retreated a few steps, putting distance between himself and the two.
His Fish-Man Karate stance was aimed in Garling's direction, but his eyes remained fixed on Christopher:
"A Celestial Dragon saving Slaves? Is this some new torture game?"