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Chapter 839: Weaklings Disperse
Chapter 839: Weaklings Disperse
Hmph!
Just as Bartholomew prepared to face the Navy head-on, a swirling gust of sand erupted behind him.
Crocodile emerged from the dust, half his body materializing from grains of sand. His left arm transformed into a jagged blade of solidified sand, which he slashed forward in a lightning-fast strike.
"Desert Adamant Blade!!"
Clang!
Bartholomew spun his body, his bare arm slamming into the sand blade. The collision sent shockwaves through the air, but his Haki-wrapped forearm prevented the razor-sharp weapon from piercing through.
A sinister grin spread across his face as the fist blocking the blade suddenly opened, fingers splaying wide to grasp Crocodile’s weaponized arm.
"Desert Sunflower!"
Crocodile’s voice was ice-cold as the sand beneath his feet surged outward, liquefying the ground.
Boom!
Bartholomew’s body sank as the earth beneath him morphed into a circular quagmire of quicksand, swallowing him inch by inch.
Yet his fingers had already locked around Crocodile’s Diamond Blade. With a snarl, Crocodile lashed out his right hook, only to have it blocked by Bartholomew’s free hand. The behemoth twisted his head, aiming to headbutt Crocodile, but—
"Erosion Wheel Return!" Crocodile roared.
Crash!!
Bartholomew plunged deeper into the quicksand, his face contorting with irritation. With a flex of his arms, he hurled Crocodile high into the air.
"Erosion Wheel Return!" Crocodile roared.
Crash!!
Bartholomew plunged deeper into the quicksand, his face contorting with irritation. With a flex of his arms, he hurled Crocodile high into the air.
"Conjoin!"
Deprived of solid ground, his ability’s medium, Bartholomew summoned a surge of purple mosaic energy from below. The energy raced across the quicksand, merging with it. His lower body fused with the sand, transforming into a serpentine tail that launched him skyward. With a swift coil, he shed his sand-formed tail mid-air, landing gracefully on the battlefield.
As his feet touched ground, his arm slammed into the earth, the purple mosaic energy spreading rapidly.
Boom! Boom!
With a violent heave, the ground erupted, birthing a colossal rock arm that shot upward like a piston, aiming to seize Crocodile mid-air.
Single-arm ability, micro-control!
Kuro narrowed his eyes. This guy’s technique was no brute-force assault—it was calculated, precise.
"Erosion Wheel Return!"
Crocodile thrust his left hand forward, making contact with the rock arm. With a swoosh, the stone disintegrated into sand, cascading like grains of rice.
Swoosh!
In that instant, Bartholomew emerged from the falling sand, closing the distance in a flash. He loomed over Crocodile, his malevolent grin widening.
Crack!
His fist smashed into Crocodile’s face, sending the man flying like a cannonball. Dust and debris exploded as Crocodile crashed to the ground.
A vortex of sand swirled from the debris, reforming into Crocodile. He knelt, clutching his chest, his sinister face smeared with blood trickling from his lips.
"Hahaha!"
Bartholomew’s thunderous laugh echoed from above, his airborne form defying gravity as he hovered mid-air. With a tremor of his body, he prepared to dive-bomb his foe.
"Aromatic Leg!"
A blur of extreme speed flashed behind him. Boa Hancock’s long, porcelain-white legs—so pale they seemed preserved in formaldehyde—gleamed under the sun as she executed a devastating axe kick. The blow slammed into Bartholomew’s back, forcing his body downward.
"Petrifying Arrow!"
Boa Hancock drew her arms wide, conjuring a massive pink heart-shaped wisp. With a flick of her wrist, a barrage of pink arrows rained down from the heavens.
Her ability had evolved beyond mere seduction—now, anyone caught in its range faced petrification without exception.
But Bartholomew...
Twisting mid-fall, he raised his Haki-imbued arm. His fist blurred, leaving afterimages as it shattered the pink arrows one by one.
"Desert Greatsword!"
Crocodile slammed his palm into the ground. The surrounding area hardened into sandstone, which he channeled to forge a colossal sword of compressed sand. He thrust it upward, striking Bartholomew’s lower back and sending him reeling skyward.
"Diamond-Edged Blade!"
Crocodile’s body dissolved into sand, spiraling toward Bartholomew’s side. His arm reshaped into a massive axe-blade of sand, slamming downward in a crushing arc.
Boom!!
Bartholomew crashed into the ground, creating a crater that sent up thick clouds of dust.
Boa Hancock descended gracefully, landing beside Crocodile’s semi-elementalized form.
"Don’t get in my way, Crocodile", Boa Hancock declared imperiously.
"Back off, you stinking woman. He’s mine", Crocodile spat, his voice venomous.
The old Seven Warlords of the Sea had never fought as a team—not even during the Summit War, where they’d each waged their own battles. This forced coordination gnawed at them. Though not an outright alliance, their synchronized attacks felt like one.
Since when had they needed to gang up on an enemy?
Whoosh!
A hand sliced through the smoke, scattering it. Bartholomew stepped forward, his tattered clothes revealing fresh wounds on his exposed skin.
While Haki offered protection, it had limits. Against attacks imbued with Haki itself—like Crocodile’s—and Boa Hancock’s peerless mastery, even he couldn’t remain unscathed.
"Not bad", he remarked, eyes gleaming with malice at the pair. "This level of combat is what I crave. You two, and even those Vice Admirals, are finally worthy opponents."
His gaze swept over the encroaching Navy, legs spread into a wide stance. Left fist coiled at his waist, right arm thrust forward rigidly, he closed his eyes.
"Then... weaklings, Disperse!"
Shing!
His eyes snapped open, sharp as a sword’s edge. Those emerald-green pupils constricted to pinpoint slits. Suddenly, the air around him warped, black threads of Conqueror’s Haki racing outward at extreme speed, engulfing the entire island.
Under this malevolent aura, the Navy’s elite soldiers trembled. Their eyes rolled back, mouths slackening before they collapsed like puppets with severed strings.
Togeko’s pupils shrank. Gripping his hilt, he hissed, "This level of Conqueror’s Haki?! How?! These are elite Marines we brought!"
"Ugh... I can’t—"
The Vice Admiral leading the Navy contingent wavered, dropping to one knee, his body quaking.
Minorin fared no better. Clenching his teeth, he fought to rise, but his legs betrayed him, trembling violently as he struggled to stand.
This was no battlefield—they were helpless.
"Like confronting a demon", Dracule Mihawk murmured, his eyes narrow as the Conqueror’s Haki’s stifling pressure bore down.
Only the seven elite Vice Admirals, the old Seven Warlords, and Kuro’s faction stood unshaken. All others were either kneeling or unconscious.
"Conqueror’s Haki!!"
Klah gritted his teeth, his breath catching under the suffocating aura as he stared at Bartholomew in disbelief.
This guy has Conqueror’s Haki too?!
"Conqueror’s Haki..."
Kuro’s glare at Bartholomew was frosty, his teeth grinding. "What the hell is with this former One Piece crew? Roger was one thing, then Silvers... and now this brute?!"
Kuro had mobilized countless elites for this arrest—every single one a Commander from Marine Headquarters, the absolute minimum. Under normal circumstances, their sheer numbers could have worn Bartholomew down.
But Conqueror’s Haki...
It didn’t target the body. It crushed the will itself.
(End of Chapter)
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