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"Don't destroy the Navy's new toy!"
hum!
The ferocious circular saw roared with joy, its lashes like cleaving mountains and splitting waves.
"Speaking of which, does your karma also work on slashing attacks?" A gentle laugh came from in front of Urki.
"Retreat! Urki!" Drake shouted.
laugh!
Thick, fresh blood gushed from the strange monk's abdomen; this was typical of large monks, with an astonishing amount of blood loss.
Urki looked down in disbelief as the long-handled circular saw pierced his flesh. His gaze shifted to the distance, where Ghost Shark looked up at him with a beautiful, smiling face.
It was also a deadly smile.
hum!
The circular saw began to operate again within the flesh and blood, the trembling sound of bones and muscles being ripped apart.
"Don't call me Urouge, change it to something else, like 'Urouge the Worthy'," Ghost Shark teased.
With a muffled groan, Urki's towering body crashed down, blood soaking the sharp edge of the circular saw.
Ghost Shark pulled out the circular saw, holding it with one hand, and drops of blood dripped down the spikes into the grass.
Next year, the aquatic plants in Shambaugh will surely grow very lushly.
One strike, just one strike, and the eccentric monk who had severely injured the pacifists was defeated?!
monster! ! !
Ap gripped the railing tightly.
Drake took two steps back.
Hawkins instinctively transformed into a terrifying scarecrow.
"Hey, is this really happening?"
“When I joined the Navy, Specter was able to arm wrestle with Shiki. Six years have passed…” Drake was speechless.
If I had that kind of strength, would I need to infiltrate the pirates as an undercover agent?
"He didn't die after all that? That's truly admirable."
The circular saw danced in Ghost Shark's hands like a flower, then Ghost Shark gripped it in his other hand, raised it high above his head, and lashed it down at his head with the gusto of a divine weapon.
"While you are sick, I will kill you!"
Am I going to die?
In Urki's pupils, the white spikes, stained red with blood, grew larger and larger.
He could almost picture the scene of his head splitting open, with red and white substances splattering everywhere.
"ROOM: Slaughterhouse!"
Suddenly, a nearly transparent semi-circular dome enveloped the ghost shark.
With a burst of circular saw blades, a stone was instantly pulverized into dust, and the remaining strikes continued relentlessly, carving a deep trench in the turf.
Specter truly experienced a mindset similar to Urouge's.
When the killing begins, someone gets their head stolen; who can withstand that?
"Tsk, an ability as annoying as a fly, Trafalgar Law." Specter suddenly turned around, his gaze turning cold. "You'll have to pay double for killing one less than you just now."
Luo, sporting a small mustache, carried the demon sword Oni-Ku and extended two fingers.
He smiled confidently at the ghost shark.
"Excuse me, Commodore Specter Shark, please give me the position of Uroki's leader."
"Who do you think you are, Red-Haired Stinkkx..."
Before Specter could finish speaking, a pink-haired figure darted past him like a ghost; it was Bonnie, the gluttonous woman who had been replaced by Law once again.
“One or two of them, their strength is mediocre…” Specter’s voice was deep as he coldly watched Bonnie approach, then reached out and touched himself.
sieve!
"Hahaha, I touched it."
Bonnie's hand rested on Specter's waist as she chewed on pizza and laughed heartily, her heart-shaped lipstick distorting into a deformed shape.
A mocking expression flashed across her face as she glanced sideways at Specter. "So what if she's the Navy Empress? Under my power, under my power..."
Ghost Shark stared at her with a disdainful look, his face expressionless.
What about my abilities?
Bonnie's face was sweating profusely.
She was certain she had touched the other person, but why wasn't her ability working?
"Hey..." Ghost Shark's voice was icy, "Did you wash your hand before it touched me?"
Looking at Bonnie, whose mouth was covered in grease, the girl's gaze gradually dimmed.
Bonnie, holding the pizza, was caught in an awkward position, unsure whether to take it or not.
She couldn't very well say that she usually eats two things at a time, simultaneously.
"I actually really hate it when my clothes get dirty."
"Hey, talk to me! What happened to your hand?!"
The chilling voice, like the Grim Reaper, echoed on 24th Street.
Chapter 172 Specter Shark VS Nine Supernovas
"Who gave you permission to touch me with your dirty hands?" Specter reached out and grabbed Bonnie by the neck, lifting her up. "What if you get them dirty?"
The strong wind blowing through 24th Street tore Ghost Shark's sideburns wildly. Her dark blue nails dug into the other girl's flesh as she indifferently watched the girl blushing from suffocation.
Lifespan and oxygen are slowly escaping from Bonnie's body.
"You...bastard...you deserve to die..."
Even though she had trouble breathing, Bonnie still had a terrible temper.
She glared at the ghost shark and started cursing, spewing profanities.
"I've always believed that pain is the most effective form of discipline, and what you need now is..."
The circular saw spun in the girl's hand, sparks flashing like orange-yellow electricity. She lifted Bonnie with one hand and gripped the circular saw tightly with the other.
"...not verbal instruction, but a lesson!"
Specter held the circular saw sideways, aiming the flat saw blade at Bonnie. He wasn't aiming for a fatal blow, but rather for the sheer pleasure of smashing her.
That's the good thing about circular saws: their sharp cutting edge can deliver a chopping blow, while their flat, sturdy saw blade can be used like a warhammer to deliver a satisfying smash.
And no one can resist a woman with a hammer, especially a woman with devil horns, white hair, and red eyes.
Except for Yamato.
"The Celestial Dragons' lackeys... the World Government's trash..."
Bang!
Before Bonnie could finish speaking, Ghost Shark grabbed her head and shoved her into the ground, then smashed a saw into her stomach. The shockwave traveled from her abdomen to her back, like a dull drumbeat.
"It's too noisy. Weaklings die too easily. Small fry, just shut up."
Hmph!
Bonnie's eyes rolled back suddenly, and she felt her body being hollowed out bit by bit, like snakes and insects gnawing at her. With a scream, she vomited up all the pizza and meat she had just eaten, along with the remaining blood in her mouth, which spilled all over the floor.
Bang!
Specter Shark was like a silent giant, each swing of his saw swift, decisive, domineering, and ruthless, aiming his hammer and saw at Bonnie's hands, abdomen, back, and other vital points that would surely bring her down with a single blow.
The frenzied lashing sounds of the battlefield mingled with the colorful foam of Chambord, rising and exploding into a dazzling display.
"captain!!!"
The bearded man with a triangular face roared angrily and charged forward, brandishing his machete.
"No!" Bonnie cried out in alarm, her swollen mouth slurring, "Benda, you monster run!"
Ghost Shark looked up at the fool in the corner, who was secretly laughing at him. He opened his arms, and a cluster of dark red blood spears condensed, faintly carrying a bloody smell.
——Suddenly!
With a flick of his finger, Ghost Shark unleashed a dark red spear, like a fully drawn arrow, which shot out rapidly.
“RO…”
Luo instinctively opened his mouth, but the flying finger gun was too fast to catch.
Then, the blood spear, piercing through the air currents, pierced the pirate's neck with lightning speed, shattering his skull and embedding him in a tree, dripping with blood.
His headless body continued to lunge forward two more steps due to inertia before finally crashing to the ground.
Bonnie froze, her pupils wide, watching helplessly as her companion was killed before her eyes. Her hands, which had been resisting, fell limply to the ground, powerless to resist.
"They all have such ridiculous faces," Ghost Shark said casually, his face expressionless.
"I'm going to spill it!!!" The gluttonous woman's eyes were bloodshot and she clenched her fists tightly.
Specter remained calm, yet she laughed heartily. She stepped on Bonnie's stomach, grabbed her hair, and pulled her up, her face filled with mockery.
"What do you think pirates are? Adventures like child's play?" Specter slapped her face with his circular saw. "If you're not prepared to risk your life, go back to the Kingdom of Sorbet and be a princess."
"I absolutely will not be in Yuanliang's place!" Bonnie screamed through tears, then paused, stopping her sobbing. "Wait, does Li know about my divine body?"
Ghost Shark held the circular saw high with a blank expression, showing no intention of speaking to someone who couldn't even speak properly.
Mumble.
Several stunned supernovas watched this horrific scene, swallowing hard, and then...
They acted in perfect unison.
From Ghost Shark's single blow that subdued Urouge to their current rampage against Jewelry with their circular saw, they have come to a profound understanding of their predicament.
Offensive, meaningless bloodshed, the evil generation cannot break the navy's lock.
Retreating, with lingering resentment in Chambord, the supernova helplessly gazes at the river.
Ahead stands the Empress of the Navy, alone against the vast chasm. Behind her are humanoid weapons, laser-wielding Yama.
Moving forward is easy to die, retreating is hard to survive.
In such dire straits, with no way out of poverty, even if Roger were to be resurrected, what could be done?
The supernovas exchanged glances and gripped their weapons tightly.
There is only one answer.
—Let's unite!
"Tch, low-level pirates, can't even beat two out of four?"
A sarcastic voice came from the street corner.
Low-level pirate?
You can't pretend you didn't hear that.
The six Supernovas present turned away in fury, and even Bonney, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, showed a look of anger.
While the strength of an enemy is certainly frightening, the mockery of one's own kind is even more disheartening.
Turning to the right, the approaching figure was a man with a bright red spiky hairstyle, a ferocious face, and a fierce look in his eyes. He was wearing a jacket and running towards them.
Beside him was a blond man wearing a blue and white bowl mask, moving swiftly, his aura like a drawn blade.
Behind the two, a girl with a cute bob haircut ran alongside them.
“Who are those three…” Hawkins’ subordinate leaned back in surprise and asked in a deep voice.
"Ah, there's no mistake, it's Kid, Killer, and Lolita." Another pirate shrouded in a black robe broke out in a cold sweat. "Now, apart from Gluttony Monkey's crew, all nine Supernovas are here."
Blue and white bowl?