On the Mingyue, corpses lay everywhere, and the deck was covered in scars. Crimson blood bloomed across it like roses.
Shiryu wore an Impel Down uniform. When he had left Impel Down, he had not returned his uniform.
Shiryu gripped Raiu tightly with both hands, his face filled with feverish excitement. His eyes were tinged red, and the killing intent buried deep within him had been completely unleashed. He immersed himself in slaughter and reveled in it, utterly unlike the other crewmates.
The greatest number of Marine corpses lay around Shiryu, from ordinary soldiers to Marine officers. Nearly a hundred Marines had attacked Shiryu's position, and he had slaughtered all but a dozen or so.
The dozen-odd Marines tightly gripped their swords and guns. Veins bulged across the backs of their hands and arms, their faces solemn as they continuously swallowed, tense to the extreme.
Whoosh!
The sound of tearing air rang out as Shiryu's figure sliced through the rain curtain. A chilling blade flash bloomed like lightning, severing raindrops, swords, guns, and necks in a single stroke, forming a cruel yet tragic tableau!
With no Marines coming up for the moment, Shiryu took out the Den Den Mushi specially used aboard the ship, one with functions similar to a walkie-talkie.
"Those confident in their strength, board the warships. Fighting aboard our ship will cause too much damage to it."
After saying that, Shiryu put away the Den Den Mushi and sprinted forward. He stepped over the rail and leaped high into the air, swinging his sword with both hands toward a warship below. Streaks of sharp Sword Qi, blue with hints of red, crossed together as they slashed down upon the warship.
"Aaahhh..."
The sudden countercharge caught the Marines unprepared. Several crisscrossing streaks of Sword Qi cut dozens of