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Chapter 704: Black Death Catastrophe
Chapter 704: Black Death Catastrophe
Meanwhile, Donald and Bexi’s battle continued.
Compared to the quick resolution elsewhere, these two fought tooth-and-nail. Each thrust of the spear and slash of the sword was a technical duel under close-quarters conditions.
Their swordsmanship and spear techniques were evenly matched. Their Haki was equivalent. Even their physical fortitude stood on equal ground. This was a clash destined to drag on endlessly.
But of course, the Navy versus pirates battle wasn’t about chivalrous one-on-one duels.
Clang!
As their weapons locked in a power struggle, the force radiating from their clash cracked the ground beneath their feet.
At this stalemate moment, Sazil suddenly dashed over and threw a punch at Bexi’s face.
“Straight Nail!”
The punch landed squarely, snapping Bexi’s head sideways. Seizing the opening, Donald lunged forward with his long spear, aiming straight for Bexi’s throat.
There was no room for chivalry here.
When fighting pirates, the Navy didn’t play fair.
Donald might be straightforward and perpetually unlucky, but he understood the rules of war.
Yes, this was a worthy opponent. Under better circumstances, he’d gladly fight Bexi to a decisive end.
But if help arrived? He’d never refuse.
This was a pirate. Ending this quickly was the priority.
Just as Donald’s spear was about to pierce Bexi’s neck, Bexi’s sword abruptly emitted a greenish glow.
“Plague·Pulmonary Plague!”
Swinging his blade midair, the sword released a wisp of green mist that swept over Donald without physical contact.
“Cough cough cough!!”
Instantly, Donald stiffened. Uncontrolled coughing wracked his body, halting his spear thrust mid-motion.
In that split second of hesitation, Bexi twisted his body, the sickle-like blade grazing Donald’s neck—barely avoiding a lethal strike. The momentum allowed him to evade the attack completely.
Dodging the spear, Bexi immediately counterattacked, slashing at Donald’s throat.
Hum!
Boom!
But suddenly, an Arrow materialized from nowhere. Bexi twisted his sword sideways to deflect it, then kicked out viciously at Donald’s abdomen, sending him flying backward.
Donald skidded backward across the ground, his boots carving a trench through residual energy before stabilizing. Yet he couldn’t suppress another violent coughing fit. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his expression crumpled with sudden frailty.
“Big Brother Donald!”
Sazil shouted in alarm, activating ‘Shave’ to become a blur as he rushed to Donald’s side, steadying him upright.
“Agh—”
Donald’s breathing grew ragged, each inhale sounding like a wheeze leaking through broken bellows. He looked like a terminally ill man!
“What’s happening?!” Sazil’s eyes widened.
“Is this… illness?”
Ju Geng approached, still gripping his Great Bow, frowning at Donald. He turned back toward the rear.
“Fen Ni?”
Fen Ni, who had been spectating, had already noticed Donald’s abnormality. As soon as he looked up, she gasped loudly, “Sazil! Get away from Donald! That symptom—it’s pulmonary plague! It’s contagious!”
“Pulmonary plague?!”
Hearing her shriek, everyone turned.
“That’s impossible! Donald’s always been healthy! We’ve had regular checkups!” Sazil snapped anxiously.
This couldn’t be happening. Not just the Navy’s standard physicals—Vice Admiral Kuro himself conducted random health inspections every few days, terrified of contracting any disease.
Besides G-3’s official doctors, Fen Ni’s medical skills were also top-tier. While her enhancement drugs might be a bit unreliable, her diagnostic abilities and specialty medicines outclassed the Navy’s doctors. That was a major reason Kuro tolerated her presence.
Everyone here had full confidence in their physical conditioning. Getting sick wasn’t something they worried about.
True, diseases existed in this world, but they typically afflicted the elderly. These young warriors? Not so much.
Donald had never shown symptoms like this before. How could he suddenly—
Ju Geng’s eyes narrowed toward Bexi, realization dawning.
Bexi swung his hand-and-a-half sword, smirking. “I am the ‘Plague Knight’—spreading epidemics is my Responsibility.”
“Ugh? You want to eat something nasty and spread it around everywhere?” Ju Geng refused to say the disgusting word aloud, grimacing in disgust.
Everyone else: ……
She might’ve mumbled it, but the rest heard clearly.
“You did this?!” Fen Ni demanded.
“Of course.”
Bexi nodded, his smirk widening with confidence. “I’ve eaten the Plague-Plague Devil Fruit. As an epidemic patient, I control pathogens freely. My very body is a product of pathogens.
Pulmonary plague, measles, meningitis, bloodworms, leprosy, hepatitis, mad cow disease, rabies, cholera…
No matter what illness you can name, I can produce it!”
He raised his sword, its blade glowing green. “The spear-wielding Navy officer is infected with pulmonary plague. Symptoms include systemic poisoning and uncontrollable hemoptysis. He’ll weaken rapidly. Without immediate treatment, he’ll die in three days. But here? No need to wait that long. Weakened, he’ll fall before my blade—and so will all of you!”
“It’s really pulmonary plague!”
Fen Ni exhaled in relief at this revelation. She sprinted over, drinking a potion mid-run. Reaching Donald, she pulled out another vial, tilting his head back to pour the liquid down his throat.
As the potion settled, Donald’s ragged breathing stabilized. The coughing ceased entirely.
“This disease? It’s easily curable—this isn’t some ancient era anymore.” Fen Ni smugly shook her potion bottle, then pulled another from her shoulder bag and tossed it to Sazil.
“You touched him—you should drink one too, just in case.”
“I know.” Sazil nodded, downing the potion in one gulp.
Bexi chuckled, “No need for all that hassle. The pathogens I create die with me. You’ll recover automatically.
But my goal isn’t to kill you with diseases. It’s to weaken you. Whether you’re recovering from treatment or suffering ongoing symptoms—it’s all the same. As long as you’re weaker than me, I’ll cut you down one by one.
That Brode, Mojas, even that annoying Fatima Ams—they’re not the strongest. Neither are you. I, Bexi, am the strongest—aside from Smiths!”
Gripping his hand-and-a-half sword, the blade’s green glow intensified. “How many times can you heal yourselves? Can you resolve every illness instantly? Across this world, I’ve visited countless places, collected countless incurable, horrifying diseases that wiped out entire regions. Face it… you cannot defeat me!”
He stepped forward, swinging his sword in a half-circle, unleashing a fan-shaped wisp of ghostly light.
“Plague·Black Death Catastrophe!!”
(End of Chapter)
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