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Chapter 652: When It Comes to Beauty, You Can't Compare to Me
Chapter 652: When It Comes to Beauty, You Can't Compare to Me
"You bastard..."
Chinjao crashed heavily onto the ground, his stance wobbling slightly. That single strike had nearly knocked him off balance.
He looked up, eyes widening in shock.
Since when did the Navy have such a young powerhouse?
"Old man, this one's the Golden Lion!"
Lao Cai gripped his nitoryu, grinding his teeth. "He's extremely difficult to handle!"
"Golden Lion? A codename? The Navy's new rising star?"
Chinjao bared his teeth. "Kid, step aside! Only someone like Garp deserves to talk to me. You're not even qualified! Back in my day, I was Garp's greatest rival! I remember when I fought him, he flattened eight mountains with his fists just to crack my head!"
Chinjao the Cone, once Garp's fiercest adversary. Back then, before their first clash even began, Garp had leveled eight mountains with his fists to shatter this enemy's skull. In his prime, he was an existence of immense threat.
But that was the past.
"An old man clinging to past Glory without sobering up? I know quite a few people like that."
Kuro bit his cigar. "You old geezers, I can smell your decaying aura from eight hundred miles away. You're practically on death's doorstep."
In his youth, Chinjao might have been powerful enough to force Garp to punch down eight mountains to subdue him.
But even that level of strength? Kuro could have matched it years ago.
As for Chinjao himself...
Kuro didn't know the full extent of his prime strength, but right now, he could sense that this man's essence spirit had long since leaked away, leaving only a faint trace of vitality. Otherwise, even if he couldn't match Garp now, he wouldn't be this weak—like a dying candle in the wind, as Kuro's perception indicated.
That legendary battle back then must have drained his essence spirit completely.
That's just how Haki works. Once you lose your conviction, it steadily deteriorates.
As Kuro blocked Chinjao's group, the Navy forces behind him surged forward. Bastille gripped his cleaver, Minorin cracking his knuckles.
"Perfect timing. Let's arrest all of you today", Minorin said, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't block my path!"
From the side, a golden-haired beauty riding a white horse charged forward, his figure like a prince from a fairy tale.
"Cavendish!"
Bastille roared, gripping his Shark-Cutting Blade and rushing to meet him, cleaving downward in a single slash.
"I already said not to block my path..."
Cavendish leapt from his horse, his body twisting midair like a dancer, scattering rose petals. His luxurious Western sword, Durandal, slid from its sheath.
"Beauty Sword!"
A powerful thrust unleashed spiraling air currents, slamming into Bastille's Shark-Cutting Blade.
Boom!!
The air exploded with force, Bastille's blade was knocked aside, and he staggered backward a step.
"You bastard!" Bastille snarled.
"I'll handle it!"
Minorin sprang forward like a boxer, positioning himself where Cavendish would land. He drew back his fist, unleashing a punch.
"This won't work on this young master!"
Cavendish smirked midair, twisting his body. His sword Durandal carved a graceful circle.
"Beauty Sword!"
Spinning like an inverted ballerina, Cavendish rained chaotic slashes. Swordlight engulfed Minorin, carving multiple wounds across his body.
Minorin grunted, clutching his chest as he retreated.
Cavendish twisted again, landing elegantly on his feet. A rose now rested between his teeth, his eyes smoldering. "Give up. When it comes to beauty, you can't rival me."
"Cursed pirate!" Minorin gritted his teeth, preparing to charge again. But suddenly, a massive shadow engulfed him.
He turned, startled to see a giant looming behind him.
"Hilding!" Minorin gasped, shifting to defensive stance.
A figure approached slowly, wearing a skull-embroidered chef's tall hat, a black coat, and wielding a sword in one hand. His voice was calm.
"Navy? Those who obstruct my savior shall face execution."
"Silman!" Bastille tightened his grip on his hilt, his voice sharp.
Meanwhile, other pirates encircled the four Navy officers.
A Longarm Tribe member closed in from another angle, smirking. "Navy, the price for opposing us will be severe."
Another figure, nearly five meters tall, wearing a captain's uniform with his chest exposed and a golden mustache braid, blocked another flank.
The four Navy officers were now surrounded.
"Ha! Now who's surrounding who?"
Lao Cai slammed his nitoryu into the ground. "Even the Golden Lion can't escape unscathed with so many of us here!"
"Oh? Pirates actually uniting? And not just any pirates", Kuro scanned the crowd, surprised.
"You're too late to back down now!"
A man with orange hair, tattoos on his chest, and three axes on his back stepped forward. "Everyone, attack together! Don't let them stop our savior!"
This was Lao Cai's younger brother, the thirteenth-generation pillar of the Eight Treasures Navy.
"Right! Who defeats Donquixote Doflamingo isn't important now. Stopping them from interfering is our priority", Lao Cai declared.
"I'll start!"
Edo stepped forward first, his fist gathering swirling air currents.
"Destruction."
Before he could even say "cannon", a hand shot out, pressing against his fist.
Deng! Edo's body went limp, collapsing. He reached out weakly, his voice a faint whisper. "Strength... gone."
Lida transformed into her maiden form, her gaze cold. "You're all so annoying."
"Edo!"
A Long Leg Tribe member beside him cried out, lashing out with a whip kick.
Lida extended her hand emotionlessly. "Essence Impact."
Boom!
A burst of white light erupted from her palm, engulfing half the pirate's body. When the light faded, the Long Leg Tribe member lay face-down, half his body charred black.
"Cursed!"
Abu swung his axe from behind, shouting, "Attack together!"
In an instant, a black light flashed, splitting the axe in two before striking Abu.
Hiss!
A spray of blood erupted from Abu's chest as he collapsed.
Kuro flicked his blade, eyeing the crowd. "Fine. I was planning to let you pass first before dealing with you all. But now, the order doesn't matter."
"Abu!"
Chinjao's beard and hair flared like a demon, his cone-shaped head charging forward with Haki.
"Eight Rush Fist: Warrior's Head!"
Kuro didn't dodge. He raised his Autumn Water blade, two fingers gliding along its edge.
"Dealing with you might be a bit tricky. Unenlightened Divine Wind Murderous Sword·Azure Dragon (Jiaolong)."
Swish!
The blade, wreathed in Black Radiance, slashed across Chinjao's body. Kuro sidestepped, appearing beside him. Head bowed, he performed a flourish, sheathing Autumn Water in one fluid motion.
Chinjao instinctively checked himself, finding no wounds. His pupils narrowed in rage as he coated his fist in Armament Haki, throwing a punch.
"Can't you hear it?"
The blade slid deeper into its sheath.
Click.
"Divine Wind's Whisper."
Hiss!!
A spray of blood erupted from Chinjao's chest. He froze, eyes wide, reaching out as if to strike Kuro. But after a moment, his body toppled backward.
(End of Chapter)
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