Author's note:
[In the previous chapter I wrote some paragraphs twice and did not put the end of the chapter
This was just a mistake, now you can re-read it before reading this chapter, enjoy the chapter]
"Oh hoo hoo~"
"Byce, this is the Devil Fruit that the young master asked me to bring you."
Jorah pointed to the Devil Fruit on the table. They had obtained this Devil Fruit by chance during their mission, and the young master had asked her to bring it back for Mahabys to eat.
Diamanti is dead.
Therefore, the family needs to strengthen its combat power.
Because of that bastard Jormungandr, the Hunting King, the family is having a tough time right now, but thankfully things are starting to get better.
"What kind of fruit is this?"
Deringer picked up the Devil Fruit; he had no interest in it.
As a product of the union of fish-man and human, he perfectly inherited the strength and speed of fish-man, especially in water, where his combat power is off the charts.
If he eats a Devil Fruit, it will undoubtedly weaken his fighting power.
"Young Master has seen the Devil Fruit encyclopedia. It is the Paramecia-type Power-Power Fruit. After eating it, one can increase their strength and become incredibly strong. It is very suitable for Bys."
Jorah laughed loudly, like someone with dementia.
"I will definitely repay the young master."
Mahabez was very excited, his eyes were shining.
His superior, Diamante, has been killed. If he eats this Devil Fruit, he might become one of the top four executives.
Thinking about it makes me excited.
"Tch~ Just a mere Devil Fruit."
In contrast, Delinger was quite disdainful and casually tossed the Devil Fruit toward Mahbais. Just as the Devil Fruit was about to land in Mahbais's hand, a hand suddenly appeared from the side, firmly grasped the Power-Power Fruit, and appeared three meters away.
Everything goes too fast.
By the time the three of them realized what was happening, the Devil Fruit was nowhere to be seen.
"What good luck."
Three meters away.
Hermes looked at the Devil Fruit in his hand, his face practically beaming with joy.
Paramecia type, Power-Power Fruit—you can tell what kind of power it possesses just by hearing the name.
It can increase strength, that's terrifying.
If this Devil Fruit were given to the right person, it would be unstoppable, capable of killing anything in its path; no living being could withstand a single punch from it.
In mild cases, the child defecates; in severe cases, the child shatters on the ground.
Oh shit.
How come Doflamingo is so lucky? With fruits like the Hobby-Hobby Fruit, Snow-Snow Fruit, Gold-Gold Fruit, Weapon-Weapon Fruit, and the future Flame-Flame Fruit, which one isn't a symbol of power?
It was definitely the right decision to fleece Doflamingo.
No wonder he's a Devil Fruit wholesaler.
And so, the powerful Devil Fruit arrived.
Hermes Jormungandr!
Jorah's hair stood on end. Upon seeing Hermes, he went hysterical, his wrinkled face contorted in pain, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
She was nearly killed by this man; this was an irreconcilable hatred.
"Damn it, give me back my Devil Fruit."
Mahabez's eyes also turned red.
That's his Devil Fruit; he hasn't even eaten the duck that was already in his mouth yet.
"You are Hermes Jormungandr?"
A sinister voice echoed in his ears, and a blur of afterimages materialized. Deringer was the first to react and launched an attack, hooking his right foot back and covering it with Armament Haki, aiming for Hermes' head like a sniper rifle.
Neat.
Both speed and power are perfectly combined, but his personality is cruel.
boom! ! !
A massive storm swept out, cracking the hard stone slabs beneath their feet. When the dust settled, Deringer's blood-red pupils contracted as he saw Hermes effortlessly raise his hand, blocking his kick without moving an inch.
"How can it be."
Deringer could hardly believe it. This was a sudden attack from him; even an elephant would have been kicked to death. Yet this human not only blocked his attack but also remained completely still.
"Doflamingo's kicks are definitely more impressive."
"That bastard has athlete's foot."
Hermes narrowed his eyes, which made Deringer's hair stand on end.
not good.
Danger was looming.
Without the slightest hesitation, Deringer vanished from his spot in a flash. He was very confident in his speed, as evidenced by the series of afterimages he left.
He's not bragging, but within the entire family, only the young master can keep up with his speed.
But does the young master have athlete's foot?
Before he could think further, Deringer appeared five meters away in the blink of an eye, his face still showing disdain and arrogance. The sense of danger he had just felt must have been an illusion; it was just a mere human.
what.
Where did that human go?
"Derlinger, watch out."
With Jorah and Mahabez's serious reminders, Deringer turned around in disbelief, only to see a smiling face.
The little human on his shoulder looked down at him with his nose in the air.
I was looked down upon.
"Its speed isn't as impressive as Doflamingo's."
"How can it be."
Deringer roared furiously, how could this human be faster than him?
call out! ! !
Leaving an afterimage behind him once more, Deringer vanished from his spot and reappeared six meters away in an instant. This time, that human couldn't keep up!
"Derlinger, behind you."
"Byce, quickly inform the young master that the three of us are no match for him."
Jorah, the only one who had ever fought Hermes, knew all too well how powerful the latter was.
Keep in mind that even Rao G and Diamanti were defeated or killed by this man. With their strength, they would have been easy prey to him.
Today, I'm afraid I can't escape my fate.
"impossible!"
Deringer's face began to turn pale. He turned around and saw the human, still keeping the same distance from him.
They disappeared again and reappeared on the other side.
But the figure behind him remained.
After several attacks, Deringer launched an angry assault.
"Go to hell, you headless high heel."
This time there was no need to look back. Deringer leaped high and kicked Hermes straight in the neck, but the expected sound of bones cracking did not occur.
In an instant.
A chill ran straight up to the top of his head.
His thin foot was gripped by a large hand, causing him to lose his balance and crash uncontrollably to the ground.
boom! ! !
A huge explosion rang out, the ground within a ten-meter radius cracked, and various fragments of rock and dust flew everywhere. Deringer's eyes bulged out, blood gushing from his mouth, and he felt as if his entire body had fallen apart.
Before he could recover from the dizziness, he lost his balance again.
"Derlinger, the art of heaven."
Jorah's face contorted with rage. Deringer was someone she had raised from childhood, and despite the beatings and scoldings she had endured, she still had feelings for him. She unleashed a torrent of colorful mist from her hands, attempting to turn Hermes into a work of art.
"Mini 30-meter Crescent Moon".
Hermes unleashed a kick, his stunted kick growing to thirty meters in length, relentlessly cleaving the ground and forcefully splitting the colorful haze in two. The kick continued its relentless assault on Jorah and Mahabais.
"damn it."
Cold sweat dripped from Mahabez's forehead. Na Lan's foot was terrifying just to look at; even before it arrived, one could feel its sharpness that could tear through skin, not to mention the overwhelming power it brought.
How could it be so strong?
Boom! ! !
Another explosion rang out, splashing water all over the swimming pool. Lan Jiao finally disappeared from sight, leaving behind a huge ditch.
Jorah and Mahabais crawled out of the ruins, coughing up blood in horror.
"Hey, where's your treasure vault!"
Hermes carried Deringer, speaking with exceptional gentleness.
At this moment, Deringer was upside down, bleeding from all seven orifices, looking extremely miserable. The blow he had just received had rendered him unable to resist. If it weren't for his merman bloodline, he probably would have already gone into shock.
"Don't...don't even think about making me tell you."
Deringer was a very strong child, but he was slammed to the ground as soon as he finished speaking.
The ten-meter-deep crater caved in again, and Deringer's eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness completely, his breath barely audible, as if he would die at any moment.
"Delinger".
"Damn it, how could it be so powerful?"
Jorah and Machavis, enduring their pain, attempted an attack, but soon felt a chill run through them. They saw Hermes hand the Devil Fruit to Mansherry, his left hand forming a pistol gesture, aimed at them.