One Piece: Pirate King? I just want to kill all of you-Chapter 44: I Want to See Rivers of Blood!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A rapid succession of bone-chilling impacts rang out.

Konoe's skin—his very muscles—caved inward under the sheer power of the blows.

"Gah!"

His face flushed purple-red before he suddenly spat out a torrent of blood, laced with chunks of shredded internal organs.

Then—

His body collapsed powerlessly to its knees, head drooping, eyes dimming as the light faded from them.

The entire sequence unfolded in mere seconds.

By the time Flat snapped out of his shock, his old rival—once a contender for power—lay dead at the hands of this stranger.

Fear and confusion drowned out all else in Flat's mind. With a fierce stomp, he vanished from his spot.

"Shave!"

In the next second—

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Flat reappeared behind Will, his slender blade slashing downward with lethal intent!

"Flying Slash!"

But the moment that faint blue crescent of energy emerged, Will had already reacted. He spun around, lifting his leg in a swift counterstrike.

Tempest Kick: Reverse Slash!

BOOM!

The two slashes collided head-on, unleashing a thunderous explosion.

The resulting shockwave forced Flat back several meters.

Will, however, remained utterly unfazed.

Facing this knife-wielding Marine, he chose not to throw a punch. Instead, he raised his leg again and swung it with devastating force!

Tempest Kick: Instant Slash!

In the blink of an eye, before Flat could even steady himself, a faint blue slash hurtled toward him at breakneck speed.

Clang—!

Unable to dodge, Flat raised his blade to block. The impact sent tremors through the weapon, its steel quaking under the immense force.

But Will's onslaught didn't relent.

With one hand in his pocket, he shifted his stance, legs crossing briefly before his other leg whipped out in a strange, twisting motion.

Tempest Kick: Vortex!

Through a flawless fusion of skill and power, a spiraling, pale blue slash materialized, roaring forward with destructive intent.

It was as if it meant to shred everything in its path.

Flat stared at the scene before him, a thread of despair coiling in his gut.

His trembling hands could no longer muster the strength for another slash like before. Gritting his teeth, he swung his blade forward, bracing to meet the attack head-on.

Clang—CRACK!

A sharp, crystalline sound of metal shattering pierced the air.

The ornate blade in Flat's hands—once a thing of beauty—was effortlessly torn apart by the spiraling slash.

It broke into fragments, scattering through the air.

The vortex continued its relentless advance, slamming straight into Flat's chest.

The brutal force sent him flying backward, tumbling across the ground several times before coming to a stop.

Looking over, his chest was a mangled mess—clothes shredded, flesh and blood indistinguishable.

Wounds carved by the slash gushed crimson, unrelenting.

Flat lay sprawled on his back, eyes rolled white, his strength to fight gone, his breath fading into nothingness.

Witnessing two formidable Marines fall so decisively left everyone present reeling in disbelief.

The slaves nearby, their faces once dulled by despair, flickered back to life.

One among them—a man who'd once relished combat—couldn't help but grin, a spark igniting in his eyes as he muttered:

"To see a battle between such powerhouses here... even if I die, it'd be worth it!"

Meanwhile, Robert—a CP9 agent standing beside the Celestial Dragon Charlos—watched as this intruder dispatched two Marine commodores with masterful Six Powers techniques. His confidence crumbled.

No longer bothering to consult the Celestial Dragon, he barked at the nearby Marine soldiers:

"All Marines, listen up! Charge with me! We're taking down this dangerous intruder together!"

"If he harms the noble Celestial Dragon, every one of you here will face execution!"

Under the weight of his words, the soldiers didn't hesitate. With no time for second thoughts, they raised their guns and roared as they surged forward.

Over a hundred Marines advanced in unison, their momentum overwhelming.

Robert, however, slipped into the crowd, crouching low and vanishing from sight.

"Here they come—perfect!"

Will didn't flinch. If anything, his blood began to boil with excitement.

Instead of retreating, he charged headlong toward the oncoming Marines.

"Hmph. Foolish idiot."

Hidden among the throng with his assassin's stealth, Robert smirked to himself.

"He didn't pull back to search for me after I disappeared. Instead, he's diving straight into the crowd."

"Is he worried I won't get my chance to strike?"

"Just as I thought—a reckless brute. Even with Six Powers, he's nothing to fear."

With that thought, Robert's tension eased. He wove through the masses, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a killing blow.

Charlos, watching it all unfold, didn't bother to reprimand anyone.

The prospect of an even fiercer fight sparked an inexplicable thrill in him.

Unable to contain himself, he shouted:

"You damned insects! Hurry up and fight! I want to see rivers of blood!!"

To Charlos, everyone but himself was expendable.

As long as it satisfied his craving for a brutal spectacle—like beasts tearing each other apart—he didn't care if they all died. There were always more to replace them.

It meant nothing to him.

Seeing the intruder about to clash with the Marines, he straightened up, eyes wide with anticipation.

The soldiers, mid-charge, spotted Will rushing toward them. They halted, raised their rifles, and opened fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!

A barrage of gunshots erupted, bullets raining down on Will like a storm.

Will didn't slow down. His Observation Haki flared, enveloping the area around him.

Then, with lightning speed, he raised both hands. Muscles taut, fingers sharp as blades, he sliced through the hail of bullets.

Swish! Swish! Slash! Slash!

The sound of metal being cleaved rang out!

The bullets split in two the moment they met his hands, their momentum neutralized by his strength. They clattered uselessly to the ground.

Still running forward, Will felt a surge of satisfaction with his [Human Weapon] talent.

Amid the endless clink-clank of bullets hitting the floor—

Will charged into the hundred-strong Marine ranks like a bloodthirsty tiger, twin streaks of red flashing in his eyes.

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