Chapter 260: Are You Kuro? No, You're Not
Chapter 260: Are You Kuro? No, You're Not
As Klah stood there silently, Donald, having just announced his name, frowned. "Isn't it basic etiquette to state your name after hearing someone else's?"
Hearing this, Klah pushed up his glasses and replied coolly, "I don’t have much patience for troublemakers."
"Is that so?" Donald twirled his long spear, shifting it from one shoulder to his neck and then to the opposite shoulder, executing a flourish before pointing the weapon diagonally at Klah. "I hate rude people. Before dealing with Kuro, I’ll warm up with you."
Whoosh!
The moment he finished speaking, the cross spear shot forward with a sharp whistle, its tip blazing toward Klah.
This speed—!
Klah’s pupils constricted. Instinctively crossing his arms, black fur erupted from his limbs as they rapidly expanded into a werewolf form.
"Iron Body!"
Boom!
Klah’s feet dug into the earth as he slid backward several meters, carving a shallow furrow in the ground. He stared in shock at the cross spear.
The weapon’s tail was connected to a chain. With a yank, Donald retracted it, the spear’s shaft vanishing into the chain’s embrace.
"You punk..." Klah’s expression darkened.
Relying solely on a throw, this human had not only repelled his beast form but also unleashed a force that left his arms tingling. Not only was the speed impressive, but the power was equally flawless.
Where the hell did this guy come from?
"Flower Country—that’s a nation from West Blue, right?!"
Donald gripped his long spear’s shaft, holding it level as his foot stamped the ground with a thunderous boom.
"Feiyan!"
Hoo!
The long spear slashed sideways toward Klah, its ferocity matched by its blinding speed. The tip carved a curved, cold gleam through the air—nearly instantaneously reaching Klah’s head.
"Roar!"
At that moment, Klah’s body erupted in size. His knees bent backward into their beastly curvature, transforming him into a five-meter-tall werewolf. With a massive hand, he seized the incoming light and clamped the blade midair.
"A rare Zoan type, huh?"
Donald’s eyes flickered with surprise but no fear.
The instant Klah grabbed the cross spear, his other claw lashed forward, sharp nails gleaming coldly. If this strike connected, five gaping wounds would tear through Donald’s burly frame.
But Donald flicked his wrists. A tremor surged through the spear’s blade, nearly wrenching it from Klah’s grip. The loosened hold gave Donald the opening to yank the weapon free, redirecting it with a cunning angle to slash at Klah’s attacking claw.
Bang!
Klah’s claw rebounded, and Donald closed the distance. Twirling the spear’s shaft, he struck its pitch-black end into Klah’s abdomen, sending the werewolf staggering backward.
After shoving Klah away, Donald executed a clean flourish and resumed his stance, exhaling sharply.
"Hey, no way…"
Even Lida was stunned.
This guy’s spear techniques were absurdly strong!
Just now, his attack had been both wide and sudden, yet he’d managed to disentangle Klah’s grip at point-blank range with the long weapon—executing an impossibly sharp maneuver.
That wasn’t just one fighting style. Two completely distinct styles had been flawlessly blended into a single fighter.
And that aura at the spear’s tip earlier—that was Haki!
Who was this guy?!
Klah rubbed his stomach, his expression hardening.
This man wasn’t a pirate.
Lately, Klah had memorized every pirate from Shanks’ generation down to the Super Novas, anyone with bounties over 20 million.
This man’s strength was worth far more than 20 million, yet Klah had never seen his Wanted Poster. That meant he wasn’t a pirate.
If he wasn’t a pirate, why was he on Moe Island?
Donald, hearing Klah ask his name again, clasped his hands together.
"My name is Donald, a noble from Flower Country. My surname is Tang, and ‘Nad’ means I’m to embrace virtue. Pleased to meet you!"
Klah: "...”
That wasn’t what he meant at all.
"What are you doing here?" Klah growled.
Donald replied, "After asking someone’s name, shouldn’t you state your own first? If you don’t introduce yourself, I won’t answer."
"My name is—"
"I’m here to avenge my master against Kuro!"
Klah’s temple throbbed. "I’ll kill you, believe me!"
"You can’t touch me. We’ve already confirmed that. Besides, I’m not here for you—I’m here for Kuro!" Donald declared.
"Why are you seeking revenge against Kuro?" Lida asked.
"Oh, Lida girl", Donald turned to her, "his master once killed mine. My master couldn’t forget that until his dying breath, so I came here. My master’s generation might’ve been unmatched, but when it comes to disciples, I won’t lose to that man—Kuro."
Kuro’s master?!
Lida tilted her head.
Kuro had a master?
She’d never heard him mention that.
Wasn’t he self-taught?
Earlier, she’d doubted it—his systematic swordsmanship seemed too refined to lack a legacy.
But the truth had proven he was just that monstrous, that hentai.
Sazil, however, had suddenly stiffened. The moment Donald’s spear techniques struck him as familiar, his suspicions solidified.
The old man had once mentioned a most admirable rival—a Flower Country noble wielding a cross spear. They’d dueled, and the old man lost by half a move, paying a heavy price for it.
Now, "Flower Country", "cross spear"—everything matched.
This powerful man was here for him?!
Sazil shivered, shrinking back. Facing this brute? He’d lose his scalp for sure.
"Anyway, where is Kuro? With underlings as strong as you, he himself shouldn’t be weak. Hiding behind you all—cowardly, isn’t it?"
Donald scanned the Navy ranks. "Kuro, if you’re a real man, step out! Don’t be a rodent! Are you even a man anymore? You’d shame your master!"
"Unforgivable!!"
Sazil gritted his teeth. He’d planned to hide, but these words? Unbearable. No one could insult that old man!
"I am Kuro!"
Pushing through the Navy, Sazil declared, "Donald, if you’ve come to challenge me, I won’t refuse—even if it costs my life, I’ll defend his honor!"
He’d already prepared for death!
Donald glanced at him, then looked past him. "Kuro! You coward, you’ve even prepared a decoy? Did you flee out of fear of me? Why won’t you come out!"
"I’m right here!" Sazil shouted.
"You’re not."
Sazil straightened, "You’re too weak to be the Kuro I’m seeking!" He pointed at Klah, "That Kuro has underlings this strong. You can’t possibly be him! Step aside. I have no interest in weaklings."
Sazil: "...”
But I am Kuro!
The very Kuro you’re looking for!
Since when did this world start treating the weak kindly? When would weaklings ever stand tall?!
Sazil trembled with fury.
(End of Chapter)
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