Dragging It Out and Wearing Him Down!
Vidal stood still, not even moving an inch, not even taking his black leather shoe off Sebastian's head.
But Gairam could take two steps, a thick, long piece of wood, dripping with blood, suddenly pierced through his chest, pinning him alive to the deck.
"Cough cough."
Gairam looked down in disbelief. As a highly skilled shipwright, he immediately recognized it as a small section of the ship's keel, only the tip was somewhat sharp.
"The shipwright died from the ship's skeleton? How ironic."
Feeling his strength rapidly fading, he could only cough up blood and force a bitter smile; little anger remained.
Vidal's strength was simply too great, leaving him helpless.
"That's called dying a worthy death; no need to thank me."
[Whoosh!]
Before Vidal could finish speaking, several more sharp dragon bones shot through the air, pinning Gairam to the spot.
His ruthlessness was completely at odds with the nonchalant expression on his face.
This really angered the entire World Pirates. It wasn't that they were slow to react, but rather that they had been temporarily stunned by Vidal's strength and the news of Captain Byrnndi World's death.
But now Vidal is clearly determined to wipe them out. Since they're going to die anyway, who would surrender without a fight?
Is it even useful?!
Behind them, the various ship structures that had disintegrated in the air stretched and transformed into sharp spears under the power of the Woods-Woods Fruit.
The next moment, the instant they took shape, they mercilessly ripped through the night sky, sweeping down like a rain of arrows.
[Whoosh!]
[Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!]
In an instant, all the naval personnel witnessed this hellish scene.
They clearly saw the pirate's body being easily pierced by wooden stakes, blood splattering, then screaming as he collapsed in a pool of blood, struggling until he was on the verge of death.
The powerful pirates who had just been bullying them were now collapsing like fragile straws in front of them—no, in front of Colonel Vidal.
Hundreds of living lives were instantly reduced to rags, nailed to the deck of the warship, some still not quite dead, emitting mournful cries.
These pirates of the World Pirates were ultimately destroyed by their own pirate ship.
At this moment, there was still one person standing in front of Vidal.
Nacil, a purple-haired beauty wearing a white lab coat over a pink cheongsam, revealing her long, white legs, stood trembling amidst a volley of guns.
The world she inhabited was a blood-red expanse, with familiar faces, disemboweled and nailed to the ground, their grotesque, unseeing expressions constantly forcing out any courage from their bodies.
Just then, a dark shadow loomed over her. Completely consumed by fear, Nacil heard only a gentle voice.
You're still somewhat useful.
Immediately afterwards, two blood-stained wooden guns were pulled from the corpse and then shaped into handcuffs and leg irons in mid-air.
With a swish, they quickly handcuffed Nacil's hands and feet, without any hindrance throughout the process.
Faced with Vidal's condescending gaze, Nacil didn't dare to make a move. The oppressive aura made her feel that it was already a miracle she could still stand.
Meanwhile, Binjack, who was tightly bound by a thick log, fell from the sky with a look of terror on his face.
There was also a large, enclosed wooden box with him.
"Lock them both in the cabin, move this box to my office, and then clean up the deck."
"Collect the Navy's remains into these coffins, and throw the pirates' remains into the sea to feed the fish. Once that's done, retreat one kilometer away and wait for support."
As Vidal used his abilities to create appropriately sized wooden coffins for the victims, he calmly ordered, "No one is to approach this island unless I give the order."
"Lieutenant Rogers will be in full charge while I'm away. If you sense anything is wrong, evacuate immediately and don't worry about me!"
"Yes, sir!" Lieutenant Rogers understood his meaning, but he asked hesitantly, "Are you planning to go back and fight Bondi Byrnndi World?"
"Although I don't know how you lured him away, can't we just set sail and leave now?"
Vidal glanced at him and said, "Even if we get a mile ahead, it will only take Byrnndi World Hundredfold Speed to catch up in a few minutes."
"Fighting at sea will make things much harder for me, and I'm not confident I can protect you while fighting."
After saying that, he turned into wood and crawled into the deck, using the branch that connected to a large tree on the island to teleport himself there.
The warship was connected to the main body, which in turn was connected to the large tree, which in turn was connected to other trees or plants. This was one of his previous series of preparations.
A 'network cable' must be transformed into a 'network' to achieve its maximum effect.
As long as Bondi Byrnndi World cannot destroy all the vegetation at once, Vidal will always have a way out.
What Rogers and his group didn't know was that, besides the reasons he had just given them, the reason he had them retreat a kilometer away was also...
The bigger goal was to stretch the 'line' connecting the warships to its maximum length, so that even if he couldn't win the fight later, he could return to the warship a kilometer away within seconds.
Then, escape!
If you can't beat them, of course you have to run. There's nothing shameful about that. It's just a pity that with his current abilities, he can only extend the 'line' by about one kilometer.
"Still weak," Vidal thought to himself as he transmitted through the tree branches.
On the island, Bundy Byrnndi World, unaware that his lair had been destroyed, was still displaying his might in the jungle. Due to the unique nature of his Wood Clone, he had not yet noticed anything amiss.
That expressionless kid is really fast! Are Special Paramecia this difficult to deal with in the right environment?
As for Vidal's apparent helplessness, constantly dodging XZ, and only managing to harass them with all sorts of random plants, isn't that perfectly normal?
This is the difference in strength between the two sides. How strong can a mere Colonel from headquarters be?
[Bang! Bang! Bang!]
Each glowing green Nightglow Mushroom exploded the moment it was touched, the green light turning into a thick green liquid that splashed in all directions.
The moment the substance landed on Byrnndi World's body and the knife in his hand, it hissed and corroded, but the Haki covering the surface easily neutralized its effects.
Even so, Byrnndi World was still annoyed; the jungle was a little more troublesome than he had imagined.
The trees were bad enough, but not only would the weeds on the ground suddenly sting your eyes, these damned mushrooms would also burst out with sulfuric acid-like venom.
And those half-hidden flowers emit colorful mists; they're clearly not anything special.
He could only occasionally wield his blade to force back the ominous mist time and time again.
This notorious pirate, with a bounty of 500 million Beli, finally realized his weakness: he lacked wide-range, high-powered techniques.
This weakness isn't so bad if there are artillery shells nearby, but a shell with a 100x multiplier would definitely wipe out this jungle.
But how could he have thought of any of this when he caught up with them?
At this moment, he was actually somewhat envious of Edward Newgate's Tremor-Tremor Fruit and Shiki's Float-Float Fruit.
In that brief moment, Vidal returned, silently retracting his Wood Clone, finally able to fight this guy in peace.
He returned this time with the intention of defeating Bundy Byrnndi World. He believed that if he succeeded, his rank would definitely be promoted, directly from colonel to general!
Otherwise, who knows how many years it will take before he can be promoted to general? He doesn't want to end up like Smoker, who's over thirty and still a Colonel.
The key is that it's not like there's absolutely no chance of winning. Even if we can't take him down in a short time, we can drag it out for days and nights and wear him down!
That's his specialty, that's his playing style.