VS Fish-Man!

Cocoyasi Village, Arlong's Territory.

"...Big, Big Brother!"

A Fishman scrambled in through the gate, which bore some resemblance to the gates of the Sabaody Amusement Park, his eyes filled with lingering terror.

"They're here, they're here."

"Calm down! Let them come!"

Arlong frowned. What could possibly make him so afraid?

As he was thinking this, in the next second, more Fishmen poured in from outside the gate, almost all the personnel he had stationed outside.

"..."

Arlong instantly wanted to curse, but their faces were full of terror, not feigned.

"Hmph! I'd like to see what it is!"

With a cold snort, Arlong looked through the wide-open gate at the crowd standing at the entrance and suddenly gasped.

"Hiss... I see! Is this your Devil Fruit ability?"

The one who arrived was Lowett.

But behind Lowett, who was dressed all in black, rotting corpses with stiff limbs were lined up behind him. Their eyes were vacant, some with their heads half-severed, yet they still stood rigidly, facing the gate, watching them in silence.

He can control the dead?!

Arlong's scalp instantly went numb. He remembered a guy he'd seen years ago when he was wandering the Grand Line, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"If it's that guy's ability, it's indeed a bit tricky."

"No!"

At this moment, Lowett calmly looked up and said with a smile.

"This isn't the Shichibukai 'Moonlight' Moria's Shadow-Shadow Fruit, it's magic."

He knew about the Shichibukai too!

Arlong's pupils contracted, then he grinned, unwilling to be outdone, "Magic? A parlor trick from a festival?"

There was talk of magic in this world, but it originated from the pretentious claims of magicians. True magic had never been seen by anyone.

"The name is the same, but the essence is different."

Lowett shook his head. "True magic is a culture, a knowledge, a carrier of civilization, a reliance on truth... Of course, you can also simply categorize it as power!"

"Interesting!"

Arlong stood up, his savage, explosive beastly aura causing his subordinates Kuroobi and Chuu to retreat.

"Mere humans, how dare you discuss power with Fishmen?"

Arlong's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Then let me witness the power of magic."

"Kill!!"

Without Arlong's command, several of Arlong's Pirate subordinates attacked, charging towards the gate. If they continued to stall, the morale of their compatriots would be completely lost by the undead army.

Aren't they just a bunch of dead bones?

They had killed countless living people, so why would they be afraid of a group of dead ones?

Facing the charging Fishman army, Lowett's expression remained calm.

"You seem quite impatient?"

"Hmph! If you can say that, I don't believe you're not anxious."

Arlong replied with disdain, his face cold.

Momonga could arrive at any moment, and he didn't want to be caught in a pincer attack, so he had to end this quickly.

"As expected, rats are the most foolish."

Hearing this, Lowett sighed.

He was very sure that although Arlong was waiting for him here today, he had actually made preparations to flee in secret.

Through Momonga arranging for rats to go to Klar Village, he had also discovered suspicious signs.

But it was too late for regrets, and neither side had a choice.

"Black Knight, kill!"

"Roar!!"

The undead roared and bellowed, dragging their rotting, foul-smelling bodies towards the enemy.

The rotten, purplish-blue flesh and the predominantly pink Fishman flesh collided fiercely, instantly splashing blood and sending limbs flying.

This battle, from the very beginning, had entered a white-hot stage.

Both sides would unleash their strongest power to end the battle in the shortest possible time!

Fish-Man Karate: Hundred Brick Fist!

Kuroobi charged at the forefront, like a heavy assault vehicle, knocking over zombies along the way and shattering their bones.

As a forty-dan Fish-Man Karate practitioner, Kuroobi knew his strengths.

Power!

The power he could unleash!

Fishmen inherently possessed ten times the arm strength of humans, and Fish-Man Karate, created based on the physical structures of fishmen and merfolk, was the best way to release this power.

He had witnessed the Black Knight's speed and knew he couldn't let him attack freely.

At that speed, no one except their executives could react in time.

A single thread cannot form a rope, a single tree cannot form a forest.

One hundred bricks stacked together, to shatter them required unimaginable power!

And this power was now gathered in Kuroobi's fist.

He threw a punch, and even the air seemed to ripple faintly.

"Is this the strength of an executive-class fishman?"

Lowett noticed this and was slightly surprised.

The four fishmen before likely couldn't have achieved this combined.

To have such a disparity within the same species, the cultivation system of this world was indeed not to be underestimated.

But...

"He can't hit me."

Lowett hadn't tested the Black Knight's maximum speed, but he was certain that with the integration of fishman cells, the Black Knight's current burst power was definitely faster than a regular Marine who had mastered the Navy Six Styles.

One hundred meters in three seconds was child's play for him.

Swish...

The heavy punch fell, creating a piercing noise as it rubbed against the air, smashing into a large tree.

BANG!!

The concentrated force impacted the tree trunk through the fist, instantly pulverizing the thick trunk that two people couldn't even embrace, sending splinters flying.

But Kuroobi didn't feel happy.

He clearly felt something whiz past his fist.

"Behind you!"

His combat instincts, honed by countless battles, made the back of Kuroobi's head tingle. He abruptly ducked his head as an afterimage flew past his scalp, slicing the suspended tree trunk into several pieces.

"This will take a while, fishman... You're quite good."

Recalling his mental energy, Lowett tilted his head as a water projectile whizzed past his ear.

The water projectile was less than three centimeters from his cheek, dampening the tips of his hair.

Lowett's eyeballs slanted towards the direction the water projectile came from, and he asked.

"In such a hurry to die?"

The kissing fishman, Chuu, puffed out his cheeks without speaking, but instead, one cannonball after another was fired at him.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As a kissing fishman, it was ironic that his mouth was his most powerful weapon, capable of spitting out projectiles with more destructive power than a flintlock gun.

A true spitfire.

Withered Black Sand!

Facing the incoming projectiles, Lowett's expression remained calm.

Black poisonous sand surged from his left arm, expanding like a balloon into a disc-shaped screen, blocking in front of Lowett.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A dull impact sound echoed from the other side of the screen. Chuu's water projectiles struck the black sand, scattering it, but were unable to break through the obstruction.

"This guy... he's got some skills!"

With all his projectiles blocked, Chuu's eyes grew serious.

"Brother Arlong, don't make a move yet. Let us wear down his stamina~ Chuu."

Saying that, he looked at Lowett, whose face peeked out from behind the black sand. "You can only blame yourself for being outnumbered. Corpses, to fishmen, are nothing~ Chuu."

Among pirates, there's no talk of dishonor.

Arlong nodded at this, looking at Lowett with malice.

"Kick them into the water!!"

At this moment, Hachi, who was still a member of the Arlong Pirates, shouted angrily.

During the fight, he discovered these skeletal remains were very troublesome. Weak, but extremely difficult to kill.

He'd already lopped off half their heads with his sword, but they were completely unfazed and continued to fight. He had to find another way.

As Hachi reminded them, the Fish-men's eyes lit up.

Right, the water is their home turf!

No matter how troublesome these skeletal remains were, they couldn't possibly escape the Fish-men's grasp in the water.

For a time, the sound of splashing into water was continuous.

Splash! Splash!

The Fish-men simply gave up on hacking them to pieces. Instead, they seized the opportunity to kick, push, and shove them into the several large swimming pools in front of Arlong's Territory.

The crowded battlefield instantly cleared, and the situation became disadvantageous in a flash.

The Fish-men were fewer in number, but their average strength was greater.

Kuroobi was tying down the terrifyingly fast Black Knight; Hachi was leading the remaining Fish-men against an undead army several times their number and had already found a way to deal with them; only Lowett was left to face the pincer attack of Arlong and the executive Chuu alone, a scene that was very one-sided.

"Victory is decided, human!"

Chuu laughed cruelly and confidently, standing between Lowett and Arlong.

But...

"Is this all you've got?"

Suddenly, Lowett murmured softly.

"What do you mean?!"

Chuu frowned and asked.

There wasn't a trace of seriousness on the other's face. His eyes remained the same, calm and confident.

"You can't even deal with my toys. You guys are just too weak."

Lowett shook his head silently and looked at Arlong. "Perhaps only you can give me a little surprise."

Arlong frowned. He felt something was off.

Did I miss something?

"Arrogant!!"

Chuu roared in anger. He bent down and quickly inhaled a mouthful of water in the pool, aiming it at Lowett.

Suddenly, his expression froze. His eyes widened.

"Hhh..."

A thin line of black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Watching his compatriots jump into the pool to deal with the undead, Chuu couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Uwaa!"

He spat out a mouthful of seawater mixed with blood. His eyes widened, his steps faltered, and he reached out his hand.

"Don't... don't go down there..."

"The water... is poisoned!"

With that, Chuu's eyes filled with blood. With a "splash," he collapsed onto the ground, unmoving.

The clamor of battle instantly froze. Staring at Chuu's unseeing corpse, Arlong's pupils rapidly turned bloodshot.

"CHUU!!!"

Since the start of the battle, the real slaughter had only just begun.

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