Arlong Pirates Annihilated

Yet just as that massive Zhan Feng was about to envelop Ronan, a figure shot in like a cannonball.

"Your opponent—is me!!!"

Luffy didn't use any flashy moves—just a straight punch, slamming it hard against Arlong's blade!

"CLANG!!!"

The enormous Metal Impact Sound was deafening.

Arlong felt an unbelievable monstrous force; the punch sent him stumbling back several steps, his feet plowing two deep Gullies into the ground.

"Wh...what?!" Arlong stared in shock at the small, straw-hat-wearing human before him.

Luffy withdrew his fist, pressing down on his straw hat. Those eyes, usually full of laughter, now held only icy killing intent.

"Go to hell!!"

Enraged and humiliated, Arlong opened his massive mouth—wide enough to crush cannonballs—revealing rows of gleaming fangs, and bit down on Luffy's shoulder!

"CRUNCH!"

The sound of teeth clenching was clear.

Yet the expected spray of blood never came.

Luffy stood there, unmoving.

Arlong's teeth sank into his shoulder as if biting into a steel plate wrapped in tough, aged cowhide!

Arlong's Pupils quaked. He released his bite, staring in horror at the faint ring of white marks and blood on Luffy's shoulder.

"Th...this can't be?! My teeth can crush stone! What is your body made of?!"

Luffy patted the saliva off his shoulder, grinned, and flashed a mouthful of white teeth:

"Right now, I'm a rubber man with Bronze Skin Iron Bones!"

"Bronze Skin Iron Bones? Don't joke around!"

Arlong went berserk, swinging his blade again.

But just as Ronan had predicted, after the second stage of Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Refinement tempering, Luffy's rubber body—already immune to blunt force—now had greatly enhanced resistance to slashing and piercing as well.

Arlong's attacks were no longer a threat to him.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Seeing Arlong blocked, the remaining three top officers could no longer hold back.

"Since you're asking for death, we'll grant it!"

Soft Bone Fishman Kuroobi, the second-in-command of the Arlong Pirates and a master of Fishman Karate at the 40th dan, locked his cold gaze onto Ronan, who was wreaking havoc.

"A pathetic human who only relies on weapons—taste real Fishman Karate!"

Kuroobi assumed a stance and, with a calm, steady presence, strode toward Ronan.

Meanwhile, Hachi of the Six-Sword Style charged at Zoro with six blades;

And Kissing Fishman Chew puffed out his cheeks, spitting water bullets like a machine gun, facing off against Sanji.

Ronan watched Kuroobi charging at him, casually flicked a fishman corpse off his spear tip, turned around, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Fishman Karate? That might actually pique my interest a little."

"Arrogant!"

Kuroobi bellowed, his right palm striking out with a fierce gust of wind: "Thousand Tile Fist!"

This punch carried immense force—enough to shatter a normal person's Bones.

Ronan didn't retreat; instead, he advanced. His Zhangba Iron Spear shot upward—not in a thrust, but like a massive iron rod, whistling as it came From Top to Bottom, smashing down hard!

"Xingyi Great Spear: White Cloud Covers the Top!"

This move was like Mount Tai Pressing Down, sealing off all of Kuroobi's approaches.

Kuroobi sneered: "Fool! A weapon this long is just Scrap Metal once you're up close!"

He didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he reached out with his powerful hands, trying to grab the spear shaft as it came crashing down.

In his mind, once he caught the weapon, with his fishman wrist strength, he could easily fling this human away or snap the iron rod in two.

"Grab it?"

Ronan watched Kuroobi's outstretched hands, the mockery at the Corner of the Mouth deepening: "A great spear carrying vibrating force—do you think you can catch it?"

"WHOOOOM—!!"

The moment Kuroobi's hand touched the spear shaft, a bizarre and terrifying tremor erupted along the pole!

Ronan's wrist vibrated at an extremely high frequency, and the hundred-jin iron spear instantly transformed into a wildly writhing Angry Dragon, or like a drill spinning at full speed.

"Wh...ah!!"

Kuroobi felt as if his hands were gripping electrified high-voltage lines or a high-speed grinding wheel.

His tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood gushing, all ten fingers numb—he couldn't hold on!

"Bam!"

The gun barrel violently rebounded off his hands, leaving his center wide open!

"It's over."

Ronan's voice rang out like the Grim Reaper's verdict.

In that split second when Kuroobi was knocked back and his chest was exposed, Ronan dropped his wrist, and the descending strike of the gun instantly turned into a thrust.

"Phoenix Three-Point Stab!"

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Fast! Too fast!

Only three black afterimages lingered in the air.

Kuroobi's eyes bulged; he hadn't even seen when Ronan thrust the gun.

He only felt a chill in his chest, followed by a heart-rending, sharp pain.

Three blood holes, each the size of an egg, pierced clean through front to back, forming a triangle on his chest, precisely stabbing through his heart and lungs.

"How... is that possible... my Fishman Karate..."

Blood gushed from Kuroobi's mouth, his body swayed weakly, then he crashed heavily backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

One strike, instant kill!

Elsewhere.

Zoro's One Sword Style raged like a storm, and Hachi's proud Six-Sword Style shattered instantly—all six blades snapped, and he was sent flying into the pool.

Sanji's "Mutton Shot" slammed hard into Chew's face, kicking the kissing fishman so deep into the tower wall that he couldn't be pried out.

In just a few minutes, the Arlong Pirates, except for Arlong himself, were completely wiped out!

"AAAAHHHH—!!!"

Seeing all his men killed, Arlong let out a desperate, shrill roar.

"You... you've destroyed everything I had!!"

Arlong went completely mad.

As the two fought into the tower, fierce clashes and the roar of collapsing structure erupted from inside.

Countless ink-stained sea charts and measuring tools flew out of the shattered windows, scattering like snowflakes in the wind, drifting down onto the ruins of the park.

Nami stood below, looking up at the flying charts, tears blurring her eyes.

That was eight years of her blood and tears, a nightmare that haunted her.

And now, someone was shattering it all for her with their own hands.

"Luffy..."

"Gomu Gomu—Battle Axe!!!"

A roar that shook the heavens came from the top of the tower.

Luffy's leg stretched into the sky, piercing through the clouds, then, carrying the power to destroy the world, he brought it down hard on the entire Arlong Park, on that damned Arlong!

"BOOM—!!!"

That tallest tower, a symbol of tyrannical rule, collapsed like a stack of blocks under that kick!

A massive cloud of dust soared up, and the entire park was split in two.

Arlong's huge body was stomped deep into the ground, his eyes rolled back, completely unconscious.

The world fell silent.

The sea breeze blew away the dust.

Sunlight poured unobstructed onto the ruins, onto that straw-hat youth covered in dust, smiling brighter than the sun itself.

Seeing all this, Nami could no longer hold back. Covering her mouth, she ran crying toward Luffy.

She hugged him tightly, the youth who had smashed her nightmare with his fists, her tears soaking Luffy's red vest.

"Thank you... Luffy!"

"Thank you... everyone!"

Nami turned to look at Ronan, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp standing nearby.

Ronan put away his iron gun, stepped forward, and gently patted Nami's head. "The nightmare is over, Nami."