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Chapter 702: Terror Crocodile
Chapter 702: Terror Crocodile
“Get out of here!”
For reasons unknown, Klah’s temper flared at Sazil’s words, and he roared in response.
Sazil quickly fled, dashing toward where Donald and Bexi were locked in battle.
“Big Brother Donald, I’m here to help!”
Klah glared at Sazil’s retreating figure, then flicked his tongue out to lick the blood from his fingers.
His pupils constricted, his body crouched lower, his teeth bared as he growled at Mojas with icy confidence: “From this moment on, you won’t lay a finger on me, pirate!”
Swoosh!
His body surged forward as a streak of black light.
“I’ll chop you into paste!”
Mojas narrowed his eyes, gripping his blade with both hands. This time, he didn’t merely slash—he lifted the sword upward, his arms a blur of afterimages as the blade’s flashes encircled him.
No matter which angle the “little mouse” attacked from, he’d be cleaved!
If Klah paused, Mojas would press forward, chasing him down with relentless cuts!
Yet Klah’s black lightning incarnation didn’t falter against the impenetrable blade storm. Instead, he accelerated, his lithe frame darting through the gaps in the flashing steel.
After all, no matter how many afterimages the blade created, it was still just one sword.
One sword could only occupy limited space.
Thud.
A soft sound echoed as Klah landed on Mojas’s blade, his feet together in a squat, his index finger pointing straight at Mojas’s eyes. A confident grin spread across his face:
“Your movements are already transparent to me! Fly Fishman Karate!”
A violent gust of air from the Fishman Karate technique rocketed toward Mojas’s eyes.
Pfft!
Caught off-guard, Mojas’s left eye was pulverized, his eyeball exploding into mush. He roared in agony, clenching his left socket as his blade spun, aiming an upward slash.
“I already told you—I read every move you make.”
As Mojas’s wrist twisted mid-swing, Klah had already leapt off, landing on the ground before launching a brutal strike toward Mojas’s chest.
“Fishman Karate!”
His five fingers tensed like steel, Haki sweeping forward as his punch slammed into Mojas’s sternum.
Pfft!
The blow drove Klah’s knuckles partially into Mojas’s body.
But only partially—Mojas’s formidable defense halted him there.
Yet Klah had anticipated this. The instant his strike landed, he vaulted over Mojas’s body, circling behind.
Bang!
Mojas’s fist finally swung downward, colliding violently with the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Mojas turned, his lone eye blazing with rage at Klah: “You little brat… you’ve made me angry!”
Klah lifted his chin, staring haughtily into Mojas’s eye: “Eyes are fragile weak points. No defense there—no Haki can guard it. One more hit, Officer Klah, and I’ll turn you into a blind man!”
He spread his arms, declaring: “Come—kneel before Officer Klah! Surrender to the might of the great Klah!”
He was riding high.
Finally, finally, he’d faced a legendary pirate from the Grand Line!
And he’d seized the upper hand!
All his past battles had been pitiful—mere skirmishes with petty pirates who fell before he even tried.
Or Sazil. Always Sazil. That idiot he took his frustrations out on.
Or Kuromr., who’d beaten him mercilessly.
Ever since joining the Navy, ever since Smoker’s harsh training in Loguetown, he’d been forced onto this twisted path.
Especially after reaching Headquarters—ever since Kuromr. had thrashed him under the guise of teaching Six Styles…
The humiliation had never ceased.
But now, he could finally clash with a pirate of this caliber!
Kuromr. was busy fighting someone else—no one to watch him.
He could unleash his unrestrained arrogance. Since consuming the Devil Fruit, its side effects had amplified his inner wildness, and years of suppressed rage had finally erupted, magnifying his ferocity.
And defeating such a mighty pirate, gaining the upper hand—it proved his suffering hadn’t been in vain.
He’d become strong.
“You… little… brat!”
Mojas snarled, hurling his greatsword aside. A once-legendary pirate, his combat instincts were sharp.
This brat, after licking his blood, no longer relied solely on speed to evade. Instead, he’d predicted Mojas’s techniques, anticipating his movements in advance. Only with that foresight, combined with his speed, had he landed damage.
In short—technique was useless.
Even instinctive attacks would fail.
Time to change tactics!
A more savage, unreasonable approach!
“Roar!!”
Mojas’s arms spread wide as his body swelled, scales jutting outward like armor.
His half-human, half-crocodile face elongated, twisting into a massive crocodile’s maw.
Crash!
Mojas slammed down, his form stretching longer, arms thickening, scales denser.
Soon, a crocodile the size of a small hill loomed before Klah.
Zoan Fish-Fish Devil Fruit Ancient Type Terror Crocodile Form!
“I’ll bite you to shreds!”
Mojas’s jaws gaped wide, razor-fanged and reeking of fetid breath, as he roared at Klah.
“Such a form… Ancient Type?”
Klah grinned contemptuously, his body expanding rapidly.
“You think you’re the only one? Perfect—I was just thinking this current strength wasn’t enough!”
Fur erupted across Klah’s body as he grew to five meters tall, his werewolf form fully realized. He threw his head back, howling to the sky:
Moon Wolf Human Form!
“Look at your grotesque crawling stance!”
Klah’s thick tail lashed the ground, a shockwave booming outward. Pointing at the prone Mojas, he sneered:
“And look at my noble upright posture! In terms of form, you’re utterly inferior!”
He spread his fingers, theatrically cracking his knuckles.
“My body is clearly more majestic, more beautiful, more powerful! Aha—my powerful form! My unmatched speed! My praised intelligence! The superiority of my Ancient Type Devil Fruit, more versatile and convenient! Every aspect, every trait—I surpass you completely! I, I—”
Crack!
His fist clenched, roaring with laughter: “I’m so high on this feeling!!”
Then he suddenly threw his mouth wide open, inhaling violently. His chest swelled as a ferocious gust gathered in his throat.
“Come—let me crush you utterly! Pathetic reptile!”
“Roar!”
Mojas roared back, the massive crocodile surging forward.
“Wolf Rush—”
Before finishing the final word, a swift black shadow streaked from afar, closing in at blinding speed.
Zing!
Lida materialized above the Terror Crocodile, his leg bent, fists stacked in a ghostlike stance as he swept over the beast’s body.
(End of Chapter)
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