One Piece: Pirate King? I just want to kill all of you-Chapter 43: What Have I Done to Deserve Such Disrespect?

As a Celestial Dragon, he never once feared that mere ants could hurt him.

He didn't even believe those lowly commoners would dare try.

Flatt and Teno, having received their orders, ignored the terrifying punishment hanging over their heads and immediately bowed in unison:

"Yes, Celestial Dragon-sama!"

As the two rose and strode toward the intruder, Charlos maintained his haughty expression before suddenly leaning back.

His attendants rushed forward in perfect coordination, swiftly unfolding a reclining chair beneath him. A small table was placed beside it, instantly laden with an array of delicacies and pastries. Meanwhile, two attendants holding large parasols quickly adjusted their position behind the chair, lowering the canopy to shield him from the snow.

By the time everything was perfectly arranged, Charlos leisurely reclined into the chair, settling in as if preparing to enjoy an impromptu performance.

Nearby, CP9 agent Robert remained motionless, his expression blank as he observed the intruder.

However, Charlos suddenly noticed the food laid out on the table beside him. His face darkened as he abruptly stood and swept everything off with a furious swipe of his hand.

He glared at his panicked attendants and hissed:

"You brainless fools! Can't you see I'm wearing this helmet?! How the hell am I supposed to eat?!"

"Or are you suggesting I take it off and let this damned weather freeze my face?!"

"You knew I couldn't eat, yet you piled all this in front of me—are you trying to piss me off?!"

The attendants immediately dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed to the ground as they chorused:

"We deeply apologize, Celestial Dragon-sama!"

"Tch."

With a dismissive snort, Charlos reclined once more, turning his attention back to the spectacle ahead.

Meanwhile, the two Marine commodores spared no grief for the slain slaves.

After advancing a short distance, they abruptly accelerated, charging at Weil from both flanks.

Though each believed they could handle him alone, they wordlessly chose to attack together—unprecedented cooperation, all for the sake of swiftly eliminating this detestable intruder.

As Flatt launched his assault, his gaze sharpened.

In one fluid motion, he reached beneath his Marine coat and drew a slender blade, slashing through the air at blinding speed!

"Flying Slash!"

With a low shout, a pale blue arc of sword energy tore through the snow toward Weil!

Unfazed, Weil instantly raised his leg and swung it forward.

"Rankyaku!"

A slicing gust of wind shot forth, clashing directly with the incoming slash.

"What?! How does he know Rokushiki?!"

Flatt's eyes widened in shock.

Before he could voice his confusion, the two slashes collided midair—

At the same moment, Teno, his expression equally stunned, closed in and threw a heavy punch at Weil!

Yet Weil, already anticipating the attack, sidestepped with ease before driving his own fist straight into Teno's chest!

The sheer force of the blow sent swirling currents of air coiling around his knuckles.

Realizing he couldn't dodge, Teno planted his feet, clenched his fists at his waist, and roared:

"Tekkai!"

For a brief moment, he was convinced his iron defense would hold.

The next instant—

THUD!

A dull impact echoed as a visible shockwave erupted between them.

Teno's confident expression shattered. Blood gushed from his mouth as his eyes rolled back, consciousness flickering.

"My mind... is fading..."

In that fleeting moment, he remembered the Celestial Dragon behind him—Charlos.

Driven by sheer terror, Teno forced himself to stay upright, his awareness gradually returning.

Weil retracted his fist and stood straight, tilting his head in genuine bewilderment:

"You actually stood there and took my punch head-on? What gave you the confidence—Tekkai?"

Teno didn't answer. He merely staggered back, gasping for air, his gaze still dazed.

Flatt, seeing this, no longer rushed forward recklessly. Instead, he raised his sword warily and demanded:

"Who the hell are you?! How do you know Rokushiki?!"

Then, a bold guess struck him.

"Wait—don't tell me you're a Marine deserter?!"

Weil's brow furrowed, his tone turning icy:

"First the Marines, now a deserter?"

"How dare you insult me by comparing me to Koby..."

A surge of anger burned within him as he growled:

"What have I done... to deserve such disrespect?"

Hearing this, Flatt realized—this man truly wasn't a Marine.

Yet he wielded Rokushiki...

Another possibility flashed through his mind. Instinctively, he glanced back at the man in the black suit, seeking his reaction.

But to his surprise, even the CP9 agent's eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Clearly, the intruder they had assumed would be an easy target had suddenly used Rokushiki.

How could they not be shocked?

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