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Chapter 312: You Bully Me When Navy Isn't Here, and Even Bully Me When Navy Arrives?
Chapter 312: You Bully Me When Navy Isn’t Here, and Even Bully Me When Navy Arrives?
“Line up properly!”
“The Navy’s coming!”
“Everyone follow Navy’s orders and stand still!”
During the arrest operation, the most enthusiastic participants weren’t Kuro and his Navy, but rather the weak martial artists. Each of them acted as if they’d personally defeated the Four Emperors, swaggering with unshakable arrogance.
All Kuro did was release his Killing Intent to prevent resistance.
The weak martial artists, however, were surprisingly skilled at pinpointing those stronger than themselves. They could identify threats with uncanny accuracy—one better than the next—even without Kuro resorting to idealistic blind selection.
Pirates were straightforward. True pirates usually took pride in their identities and wouldn’t abandon such titles lightly. Those willing to discard their labels at the first sign of danger were typically found elsewhere.
Surprisingly, some martial artists, though physically frail, possessed decent strength. Kuro had no patience to hunt them down one by one. These weaker martial artists, however, eagerly dragged them out themselves.
Carl—yes, that gaunt martial artist who looked like a breeze could topple him—also named Carl.
His name was the same as that “famous martial artist” previously kicked unconscious by Kuro.
Right now, Carl’s hair was disheveled and his appearance ragged. He’d even lost one shoe during his frantic sprint. Yet he ignored this, gripping a man’s wrists tightly as he shouted,
“I got him! I got him! I finally got him!”
“Beast! What exactly did you catch?!”
The captured man raised his other hand and slapped Carl across the face, sending him spinning before he crashed to the ground, staying there for a long time.
The onlookers couldn’t help but laugh.
Though the man had struck Carl out of cowardice, he didn’t dare strike again. Surrounded by Navy soldiers with gleaming long spears aimed at him, he quickly abandoned any further thoughts of resistance.
Finally, Carl staggered to his feet, hopping on one leg as he pointed at the man.
“Fenks! I knew you’d show up eventually! Navy officers, this man is the strongest martial artist on our island. He once single-handedly killed a massive sea beast—you can’t let him escape!”
“Carl, you!”
Fenks, hearing Carl’s dramatic accusations, turned livid with rage. But surrounded by muskets, he dared not make a move.
Carl smirked, “You bullied me when Navy wasn’t here, and you still dare bully me now that Navy’s here? What’s the point of Navy coming if you can keep bullying me?!”
As town martial artists, Carl and Fenks represented two extremes. Fenks was powerful, gentle, and had a strong sense of justice. The townsfolk revered him as their guardian and adored him, especially by the girls.
Carl, on the other hand, was weak, cunning, and deceitful. The townspeople despised him, and worst of all, not a single girl showed him any interest!
What? Do weaklings always deserve sympathy?
Spare me the jokes!
From the moment Kuro saw this frail man, he knew he was a rotten apple.
Not evil, because he lacked strength. Not good, because he lacked integrity.
The type who harbored petty malice but lacked the ability to act on it—thus earning nothing but contempt. Such people were common in every island town, lurking like petty thugs.
But there’s nothing inherently wrong with that.
If rotten apples entered the Martial Arts Grand Tournament, wouldn’t the tournament itself rot?
After all, how “legitimate” could a grand tournament be when it gathered pirates and black gangs?
“Line up and take them away.” Kuro waved his hand.
This time, he didn’t need to act personally. Klah, having grasped Kuro’s essence for efficiency, handled things decisively.
Plus, with a swarm of weak martial artists assisting, this operation moved much faster than the previous street.
After driving away these individuals and clearing out an ambush by pirate crews that had infiltrated the town, Kuro continued forward.
This time, even more weak martial artists stayed behind. Merging with the previous group, they claimed to help the Navy maintain order, marching in a grand procession alongside the Navy.
The same occurred on the third street.
However, by the time they reached the fourth street after clearing the third, their numbers had significantly dwindled.
“This isn’t right. Did they get wind of it?”
Rubbing his chin, Kuro observed the sparse, scattered group and mused, "The numbers dropped too drastically."
“Sir Kuro, we’ve already driven away many people.”
Klah glanced at the swelling crowd of weak martial artists, now numbering over two thousand. Mentally calculating, he estimated they’d expelled at least four to five thousand people across the three streets.
This efficiency was only possible thanks to the Sea Cooperation Army’s assistance. Without them, such speed would’ve been impossible. While these martial artists might lack combat prowess, they excelled at stirring chaos—one disruption at a time.
Under the Sea Cooperation Army’s accusations, anyone slightly stronger than them got forcibly identified and expelled.
How many competitors remained?
Moreover, not every street was near the prosperous port district. Some streets were naturally quieter, so fewer people gathering made sense.
Still, Klah grew uneasy. He hurriedly tried to dissuade Kuro.
“Sir Kuro, we’ve more or less achieved our goal.”
Klah pleaded.
“No, not enough. What if Insect Country swallows their pride and doesn’t file a complaint?”
Kuro expressed concern.
Although he’d driven away many participants, the Martial Arts Grand Tournament would still have its share of strong contenders.
Besides, this town still had a large population. If Insect Country prioritized profits, they might tolerate the insult.
After all, his reputation preceded him, and Insect Country was currently at war. If they had no time to deal with him, all this effort would’ve been in vain.
Right now, the odds were only 50-50—completely insufficient.
He, Kuro, was a cautious man. If he couldn’t guarantee 100%, he’d settle for 99.9%.
“Sir Kuro, if we keep this up, we’ll be left with nothing but these weaklings.”
Klah glanced at the weak martial artists.
He could defeat two thousand of them without breaking a sweat—no need to transform.
Letting this bunch compete would be less about refusing Insect Country’s face and more about stomping on it and spitting.
“Just these weaklings…”
Kuro repeated Klah’s words, his eyes gleaming as he observed the restless martial artists.
“That’s right! Leave only these weaklings, drive away everyone stronger, and even the spectators. Insect Country will definitely file a complaint! The merchants will too!”
He excitedly slapped Klah’s shoulder. “You finally proved useful! No wonder you’re my strategist!”
I didn’t say anything!
Klah inwardly roared. I was trying to stop you! He didn’t want this plan at all.
Originally, Kuro only aimed to halve the participants, but Klah’s words reminded him—one way or another, reducing numbers by half meant sacrificing some group regardless.
Why not leave these weak martial artists and gift Insect Country a uniquely absurd Martial Arts Grand Tournament?
Turning to the group, he asked, “Where else has many people?”
They exchanged glances until one finally stepped forward, hesitantly suggesting,
“Officer Kuro, perhaps the Entertainment District? It’s the busiest area in Tui Town. But the Luo Family guards it, and I’m afraid…”
“The Entertainment District? Perfect. Let’s go there.” Kuro nodded.
As for the Luo Family—Kuro had no intention of sparing them after they’d refused to show him respect.
(End of Chapter)
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