Illusion Technique

Bang, bang, bang…

The guards on the escort ship suppressed their fear and bravely attacked the pirates. However, this was only temporary. Without a spiritual leader to give them hope, they couldn't hold on.

So, the moment the first gunshot sounded, Carlos attacked again. Cracks appeared on the deck beneath his feet, and his figure disappeared from his original position, once again revealing his sharp and cruel claws.

Ahhh…

Screams of pain and misery rang out continuously. His red-tinged white figure weaved through the fierce pirates, moving with extreme speed and ease. Claw shadows flew, flesh and blood tore, and broken bones were considered lucky. The most unfortunate were those whose vital points were struck, dying instantly!

"Bastards, my men, kill them all!" roared the captain of the Mad Bull Pirates, a burly man known as Mad Bull.

With the captain's order, the pirates' attacks became even more ferocious. Casualties on both sides increased rapidly, especially in the close-quarters combat after running out of bullets, where victory or even life and death was decided in an instant.

Carlos slaughtered the pirates at will, his effortless demeanor continuously supporting the escort crew and ordinary sailors.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, over ten more people had died by Carlos's hand, with more than twenty wounded. The pirates who had surrounded and attacked Carlos felt their scalps tingle. Their attacks, regardless of the angle, were useless, easily dodged, or not even needing to be dodged…

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

"A bunch of useless trash, get out of my way!"

Moo!

As the furious and exasperated voice sounded, a bull's roar accompanied it. The captain of the Mad Bull Pirates charged over aggressively, his upper body having transformed into a bull's body, white steam billowing from his nostrils. His legs had turned into hooves, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had contracted conjunctivitis!

This was different from the Sharingan Carlos used. The whites of his Sharingan eyes were still white, but Mad Bull's eyes were completely blood-red, as if he had lost his mind!

An Zoan-type Devil Fruit user… This was the first ability user he had encountered, which made Carlos a little excited, wanting to have a good fight. However, his reason stopped him.

If he couldn't quickly deal with this behemoth, then everyone else would be in danger. It wasn't out of kindness, but mainly because it would alleviate the pressure on him…

If he had to face the entire Mad Bull Pirates alone, it might be a bit challenging!

Illusion Sharingan!

The pupil power was in Carlos's right eye. A powerful illusion, which consumed one-third of Carlos's pupil power, was directly unleashed upon the nameless behemoth, creating a powerful genjutsu. He then continued to clear out the pirates.

Carlos didn't care whether this Mad Bull had lost his mind or not; it was better if he had. People without reason were more prone to getting stuck in a rut and would find it harder to escape from the illusion!

Moo moo!

The world in the behemoth's eyes had unknowingly changed. In his vision, he had already rammed the little brat in front of him dozens of meters away, sending blood flying, and the brat was completely unable to get up.

Thus, the behemoth let out two happy, proud bull cries. However, just as he finished roaring, the unmoving brat stood up again and took out a piece of red cloth from his pocket, waving it in front of him…

What bull could resist such a thing?

So, the behemoth, filled with rage and exasperation, charged again, ramming the damned brat dozens of meters away once more. This time, the brat instantly stood up and took out an even bigger piece of red cloth from his pocket…

In the real world, it appeared that the behemoth had truly become a mad bull. Originally, the nickname "Mad Bull" was to describe how the behemoth Olsen fought like a madman, utterly fearless of his own life.

Now, however, it had turned into indiscriminate, wild attacks. He had changed his form into a real bull, charging around the deck with his thick horns… Not to mention, the behemoth was truly fierce. There was nothing on the ship that could remain unharmed under his horns!

Carlos's men were also affected, but the pirates suffered even more. After all, they had more numbers. In a short while, over ten to twenty pirates died by their ship's horns and hooves. They had truly run out of luck…

Without their crew's strongest captain to stop him, the rest, even the cadres of this pirate group, were nothing in Carlos's eyes. With a glance, he finished them off.

Carlos was on a killing spree today. Every time he struck, the pirates would either die or be severely injured. In the end, he got carried away and simply stopped dodging as much, relying on the Golden Bell Shield to tank the hits directly, further increasing his efficiency in killing enemies. With the cooperation of the Byakugan and Sharingan, he had become a soulless killing machine!

In just fifteen minutes, over 150 people had died by Carlos's hand. His white shirt and casual white pants were stained red with the pirates' blood. He had completely terrified the pirates, making them cower, and even his own men's scalps tingled!

At this moment, the maddened, single-minded Mad Bull Olsen finally broke free from the illusion. Cough… It was also due to the consumption of pupil power that the illusion's weakness appeared, and its effect weakened.

"Damn you, what did you do to me just now?" Mad Bull Olsen looked at his dilapidated ship and his more than half-gone subordinates, shocked and furious.

Hearing the shout, Carlos casually twisted the neck of a pirate in his hand, grinned, and with a thought, the Byakugan in his left eye transformed into a Three-Tomoe Sharingan. He stopped attacking ordinary pirates and charged towards Olsen.

He had already cleared more than half of the pirates. The remaining pirates were terrified, their morale greatly diminished, and they were cowering. The guards were enough to hold them back.

He could also take the time to gauge the strength of this pirate captain. Hmm… He wondered what level this pirate group was at in the entire West Blue?

"Come on, let me gore you!"

Carlos's expression darkened upon hearing this. He was already displeased with what the other party had said earlier. Those who didn't understand might misinterpret it…

Olsen, who had transformed into a mad bull, seized the moment Carlos stepped onto the ship and had just gained his footing, charging forward. From this, it seemed his combat experience was quite good.

But it was useless. Carlos had completely seen through the trajectory of Mad Bull's attack. As he landed, he shifted his stance, dodging the attack with a sidestep. His dark, hard horns slammed into the railing, instantly smashing the railing to pieces, sending wooden planks flying everywhere.

Missing his first strike, his dark bull tail whipped around, whistling through the air as it lashed towards Carlos's face, aiming ruthlessly at his lower body.

Unfortunately, it was still useless. In the Three-Tomoe Sharingan state, these movements were all seen through by Carlos. While dodging the tail whip, Carlos also dodged the insidious hooves.

After the initial three aggressive moves, it was Carlos's turn.

At some unknown time, Carlos had leaped high into the air. His right foot, imbued with internal energy, stomped fiercely onto the bull's neck. The deck groaned under the strain, covered in cracks. This kick made the Mad Bull stumble, its four thick legs nearly buckling on the deck.

After the strike, Carlos instantly leaped back, dodging the charge of the horns and landing on the deck to Olsen's left. He unleashed the Eagle Claw Technique, channeling power into both claws. The power here referred not only to physical strength but also to internal energy. His two eagle claws dug directly into the water buffalo's abdomen. The form Olsen had taken was that of a common water buffalo.

His fingers were like sharp swords, like bent hooks, like daggers, instantly piercing into Olsen's body and hooking into the strong muscles, no, the beef. The intense pain assaulted Mad Bull Olsen's nerves, causing him to cry out loudly!

Moo… The shrill, pained sound was like that of a meat cow being slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, evoking sorrow and bringing tears to one's eyes. How tragic it was!