Illusion Technique

Bang, bang, bang...

The guards aboard the escort ship cast off their fear and bravely launched an attack on the Pirates, but it was only temporary. Without a spiritual leader to give them hope, they would not be able to hold on.

So, the instant the first gunshot rang out, Carlos attacked again. Several cracks appeared in the deck beneath his feet, and his figure vanished from where he stood, revealing those sharp, cruel claws once more.

Aahhh...

Miserable screams rang out without end. A white figure streaked with red darted through the vicious-looking Pirates at incredible speed, moving with ease. Claw shadows flew, flesh tore, tendons snapped, and bones broke. Those were still the lucky ones. The unluckiest had their vital points struck and died on the spot!

"Bastards! Men, kill them all!" roared the burly captain of the Mad Bull Pirates, nicknamed Mad Bull.

With the captain's order, the Pirates attacked even more viciously. Casualties rapidly mounted on both sides, especially once their bullets ran out and the fighting turned into close-quarters combat, where victory or defeat—even life and death—could be decided in an instant.

Carlos slaughtered Pirates at will, and his effortless display continually bolstered the escort crew and the ordinary crewmen.

Before even the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, more than ten men had died by Carlos's hand, while over twenty had been wounded. The Pirates surrounding Carlos felt their scalps go numb. Their attacks were useless no matter what angle they came from, easily evaded—or not even worth evading...

This young man, still in his teens, seemed to see through everything!

"A bunch of useless trash! Get the hell out of my way!"

Moo!

An enraged, exasperated roar sounded alongside a bull's bellow as the captain of the Mad Bull Pirates charged over aggressively. His upper body had already transformed into that of a bull, white vapor spewing from his nostrils. His feet had become hooves, and his bloodshot eyes looked as though he had Red Eye!

This was different from Carlos's Sharingan. The whites of his eyes remained white, while Mad Bull's eyes were entirely blood-red, as if he had lost his mind!

A Zoan Devil Fruit... This was the first ability user Carlos had encountered, and it made his blood boil. He dearly wanted a satisfying battle, but reason stopped him.

If he could not deal with this big fellow quickly, the others would be in danger. It was not because his kindness had suddenly flared up; the main reason was that they were helping share the pressure...

If he had to face the entire Mad Bull Pirates alone, he would probably have a hard time!

Sharingan Illusion Technique!

Pupil Power surged into Carlos's right eye. He directly cast a powerful Illusion Technique that consumed a third of his Pupil Power at the unidentified big fellow, constructing a potent illusion for him before continuing to clear out the Pirates.

Carlos did not care whether this Mad Bull had truly lost his mind. It would be best if he had. Those without reason were more likely to get fixated, making it even harder for them to escape an illusion!

Moo! Moo!

The world in the big fellow's eyes had changed without him noticing. In his view, he had sent the brat before him flying more than ten meters with a single charge. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the brat was completely unable to get back up.

The big fellow therefore let out two delighted, proud bellows. Yet just after he finished bellowing, the motionless brat stood up again and even pulled a piece of red cloth from his pocket, waving it before his eyes...

What bull could stand something like that?

So the big fellow charged again in furious exasperation, once more sending the damned brat flying over ten meters. This time, the brat instantly stood up and pulled an even larger piece of red cloth from his pocket...

In the real world, the big fellow had truly become a mad bull. Mad Bull had originally been Olsen's nickname because he fought with the utter madness of a demon, never caring about his own life.

But now, he was attacking indiscriminately and wildly. His form shifted, turning him into a genuine bull that charged about the deck with its thick horns... And the big fellow truly was fierce. Nothing aboard the ship could remain intact beneath his horns!

Carlos's side was affected as well, but the Pirates suffered far more. They had more people, after all. Before long, ten or twenty Pirates had died beneath the horns and hooves of the bull from their own ship. They truly had terrible luck...

Without the pirate crew's strongest captain standing in his way, the rest—even the officers of this pirate crew—were nothing in Carlos's eyes. One glance was enough to kill them instantly.

Carlos went on a true killing spree that day. Every strike either killed a Pirate or left him gravely wounded. Eventually, bloodlust took hold, and he simply stopped dodging so much, relying on the Golden Bell Shield to take attacks head-on. His killing efficiency doubled again. With the Byakugan and Sharingan working together, he became an emotionless killing machine!

In a mere quarter of an hour, more than one hundred and fifty people died at Carlos's hands. His white shirt and white casual pants had been dyed red with the Pirates' blood. He had slaughtered them until they were terrified and timid, while even his own people felt their scalps tingle!

At this time, Mad Bull Olsen, who had been rampaging mindlessly with a single-minded obsession, finally broke free of the illusion. Ahem... part of the reason was also that Carlos's Pupil Power had been depleted, causing flaws to appear in the illusion and weakening its effects.

"Bastard, what did you do to me just now?" Mad Bull Olsen demanded in shock and fury as he looked at his battered ship and the more than half of his subordinates who were gone.

Hearing the shout, Carlos casually snapped the neck of a Pirate in his hand and grinned. With a thought, the Byakugan in his left eye transformed into a Three-Tomoe Sharingan. He stopped attacking the ordinary Pirates and charged toward Olsen.

He had already dealt with more than half the Pirates. Those remaining were terrified, their morale greatly diminished, and the guards were more than enough to hold them back.

That left him free to weigh the captain of this pirate crew... Hmm... He wondered what level this pirate crew ranked at in the entire West Sea?

"Good! Let me gore you to death!"

Carlos's face darkened at those words. He had already been unhappy with what the other man had said earlier. Anyone who heard it unclearly might get the wrong idea...

Olsen, transformed into a mad bull, charged at Carlos the moment he stepped onto the ship and had just found his footing. His combat experience was clearly not bad.

But it was useless. Carlos had already completely seen through Mad Bull's attack trajectory. The instant he landed, he moved his feet and shifted aside, evading the attack. The black, hard horns slammed into the railing and instantly smashed it to pieces, sending wooden fragments flying everywhere.

When the first strike missed, the black bull tail whipped around, slicing through the air as it lashed directly toward Carlos's face, while a hoof attacked viciously from below.

Unfortunately, it was still useless. In the Three-Tomoe Sharingan state, Carlos saw through every movement. While dodging the tail's lash, he also avoided the sneaky hoof attack.

After Mad Bull had exhausted his three moves, it was Carlos's turn.

At some point, Carlos had leaped high into the air. Internal Energy filled his right foot as he stomped viciously onto the bull's neck. The deck groaned under the strain as cracks spread across it. That kick sent Mad Bull staggering, and his four thick legs nearly buckled onto the deck.

After the strike, Carlos instantly leaped back, avoiding the horns as they rammed forward, and landed on the deck to Olsen's left. He unleashed the Eagle Claw Technique, strength flooding both hands—not only physical strength, but Internal Energy as well. His two eagle claws seized the buffalo's abdomen. The bull Olsen had become resembled an ordinary water buffalo.

His fingers were like sharp swords, hooked claws, and daggers, piercing Olsen's body in an instant and hooking into his powerful muscles—no, beef. Agonizing pain assaulted Mad Bull Olsen's nerves, making him cry out miserably!

Moo... The miserable, agonized sound was like that of a beef cow being led to slaughter. It was enough to make anyone sad to hear and weep at the sound. How could the word "miserable" possibly begin to describe it?