The situation fell silent in an instant.
The fish-man thugs, usually arrogant and forever boasting that they would trample humans beneath their feet, now looked like keyboard warriors meeting the real deal.
One by one, they fell utterly silent, trembling too hard to utter a word.
Even Arlong, now under Austin's gaze, had lost that wild "Sha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" laughter. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Austin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the shark fish-man before him.
Same as before.
Fish-Man Island did not allow anyone this damn full of themselves to exist.
Austin's oppressive presence had reached a terrifying level.
Before him, Arlong could not even open his mouth. All he could do was glare furiously as Austin raised one foot and, at what seemed like an almost leisurely pace, kicked toward his head.
Bloodshot veins filled his eyes as a sensation of impending death washed over him.
Yet before Austin's unhurried kick, Arlong found it difficult even to move a finger, until a figure appeared...
Bang—
"Pwah..."
As if his internal organs were about to shatter, a red fish-man appeared in front of Arlong and was instantly sent flying by the kick.
Arlong was sent flying along with him, and the two smashed through three or four houses before finally coming to a stop.
The moment they recognized that figure, every fish-man stiffened and gaped.
"That's... Boss Fisher Tiger!!!"
"Brother Fisher Tiger!!!"
Amid the ruins of the houses, the future Hero of Liberation, spiritual leader of the fish-men, and adventurer Fisher Tiger lay on the ground in pain, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Arlong, whose injuries were not severe and who was still full of vigor, got to his feet with tears in his eyes and hurriedly helped her up.
"Fisher Tiger!!!"
Fisher Tiger