Puppet Battle Style! Harald (Seeking Follow-ups!)

"Hm?"

Loki froze, instinctively swinging the iron bar in his hand, shattering the brilliant sword light that came at him.

"Wait! What do you mean, kid!"

He looked at Roa, who was blocked by five figures behind him, and spoke displeasedly, "Wasn't this supposed to be a one-on-one fight? What's with bringing so many people?"

"They're part of my abilities,"

Roa said with a chuckle, "If you want to fight me, you'll have to get past them first."

Loki should feel lucky that Roa didn't bring all the ghouls stored on Beehive Island. Otherwise, he would have experienced what it was like to fight a legion alone—the lowest bounty among the legion members before they became ghouls was at least fifty to sixty million.

"Doesn't matter!"

Loki laughed excitedly, "I'm going to crush you anyway!"

The little giant, over ten meters tall, ran forward on its own legs, raising its massive wolf-tooth club and bringing it down with a fierce blow.

The giant guards leading the way watched with cold eyes. They didn't like Loki, but they disliked Rocks's people even more. Let Loki teach this kid a good lesson.

Facing the charging Loki, Jensen, one of the five men blocking Roa, sprang up. His blade was suddenly covered in dark Haki, and he met the attack head-on.

Clang!

A surging wave of energy spread out, and Jensen was sent flying backward.

"That's outrageous!"

Roa couldn't help but click his tongue.

Such monstrous strength!

Although Jensen had completely turned into a ghoul and lost his consciousness, relying entirely on instinct for his moves, his strength had greatly decreased from his peak. However, the difference in a head-on clash wasn't that significant.

Yet, Loki still sent him flying with a single blow in their direct confrontation.

However, Loki was, after all, just a child. His strength was far from invincible, and he also stumbled backward.

"This guy!"

He also realized that Jensen was extraordinary. There were no beasts in the underworld that could match this fellow!

Could the other few be like him too?

As he was thinking this, the other four charged forward like zombies. Their limb movements were uncoordinated, everything left to instinct.

And among these four, the body of the former Commodore began to change. He transformed into a lynx, an Animal-Haki, Cat-Cat Fruit—Lynx Form!

Screech!

The charging lynx figure instantly blurred.

"What?"

Loki froze.

The next moment, his right leg throbbed with pain.

It was Soru! The lynx used Soru to sweep across his ankle, leaving several deep wounds there.

"Not bad, not bad."

Roa nodded in satisfaction.

His direct combat power was strong, but the common weakness of the giant race—lack of agility—also existed in Loki, which made it much easier to win.

"Damn thing!"

Loki raised his iron bar and turned, smashing it directly at the lynx behind him. But at the same time, three Captains leaped up, each swinging their weapons at Loki's back.

So Loki had to quickly turn around, sweeping his bar horizontally, "Don't get in the way!"

Clang!

The iron bar collided with a black longsword once more!

Jensen had already returned, stepping on air.

He was sent flying again.

But Loki also stumbled backward again.

At the same time, the three Captains leaped onto Loki's iron bar and lunged directly at his face.

Loki instinctively raised his hand to grab them.

But a sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder.

The lynx had jumped onto his shoulder, ferociously biting at the back of his neck.

"Waaah!"

Loki cried out in pain. With a tremor of his hand, the three Captains had already reached him, and three swords were unhesitatingly plunged into his face.

"Hungry!"

The pained cries intensified.

Roa clicked his tongue. "Just looking at it hurts!"

"What?"

The giant guards were aghast. Had a few unknown individuals injured Loki to this extent? Should it be said that even a brat is still a brat from the Rocks Pirates?

"Die for me!"

But it had to be said, the Giant Tribe was indeed tough, not to mention Loki, who possessed the gifted bloodline of the Ancient Giant Tribe. He endured the pain and slapped his face.

A sickening bone-cracking sound rang out, and the three Marine Captains, who had no time to dodge, had their bodies twisted and deformed.

"The Marine Ghouls I finally managed to collect."

Roa sounded somewhat regretful. "But it's fine, it bought me time anyway. It's over."

"Ughhhh!!"

Loki's screams grew more intense.

Even with his bones shattered, the three Captains still pushed their swords forward with all their might, widening the wounds again. At the same time, a lynx leaped onto Loki's right hand and bit down fiercely on his wrist. Amidst the screams, Loki's wolf-tooth club fell from his grasp.

Then.

Swoosh!

A dark shadow shot towards Loki's chest.

The pitch-black longsword instantly pierced Loki's chest.

"Ugh!"

The giant prince staggered backward in pain, finally collapsing onto the ground.

"Stop!"

No matter how much they disliked Loki, the giant guards couldn't just stand by. They rushed forward to intervene.

They couldn't possibly let Prince Loki be killed by someone, could they?

However.

They looked in horror at Roa, whose expression was calm. Was this human child a more terrifying monster than Loki?

"Come back."

Roa spoke.

Jensen drew his sword and sprang up, landing in front of Roa again. A large cat also leaped to his side the next moment.

Meanwhile, Loki's chest began to bleed profusely.

"Doctor! Go find a doctor quickly!"

The guards frantically tried to stop Loki's bleeding.

"Is that enough, Captain?"

Roa deepened his breaths, absorbing the faint black energy rising from Loki, and said, "It's not good to kill someone when you're a guest, is it?"

It should have hurt quite a bit, right?

Why was this guy's black energy so weak?

Rocks asked in surprise, "Aren't your puppets mindless? How can they cooperate like this?"

He could tell, of course. Even the strongest puppet couldn't completely suppress Loki in a head-on fight. Winning through agility wouldn't be too difficult, but it certainly wouldn't be this easy.

"Normally, no,"

Roa said with a grin, "But isn't there me? My ghouls, of course I can control them."

Rocks nodded in understanding.

Whitebeard snorted coldly again.

So, this brat had controlled those three Marines to their deaths just for a decisive blow.

"Then let's go and meet Harald."

Rocks didn't even glance at Loki and strode towards the castle.

Roa and Whitebeard naturally followed.

"Wait! What's your name!"

The defeated dog's roar came from behind.

Roa didn't look back, merely waving his hand to have the two ghouls return to the ship and await orders.

Only when he reached the gates of the castle did Roa truly realize its immensity.

The gates alone were a hundred meters high, and the entire castle must have been thousands of meters tall.

Entering the gates, they walked along an incredibly wide stone road and soon arrived at a palace that, for ordinary people, would be called a plaza.

"I'm sorry, Rocks, my son has caused you trouble."

The behemoth sitting on the throne slowly spoke.

Exaggeratedly large!

Roa could only look up at this guy.

A big bald head, a stern face, a bit like Kratos.

He had two horns growing from his head, just like Loki, and was also of the Ancient Giant Tribe bloodline, so his height probably exceeded sixty meters.

His black beard was somewhat similar to Whitebeard's, both shaped like a crescent moon, but the difference was that this guy also had a dense beard on his chin.

This guy was the king of Elbaf, an anomaly among the battle-crazed giants, Harald, who advocated for foreign trade.

"To avoid further nonsense,"

Rocks glanced back slightly, "Roa, show me your abilities."

Roa instantly understood. Politeness after showing force.

Black fur grew from his skin, and a pair of black wings unfurled from his back.

In the blink of an eye, Roa had transformed into a tiger standing on its hind legs.

"Now, please witness!"

ROAR!

Without any warning, the decorative curtains in the hall, the wooden furniture, everything flammable in the room instantly burst into flames.

"This is..."

Harald was stunned.

"What do you think,"

Rocks rubbed Roa's furry head, "how long would it take this kid to set all of Elbaf ablaze?"

"Rocks!"

Harald's pupils constricted, and he immediately roared in anger, "Are you threatening me?"

The World Tree Yggdrasil that bore Elbaf was too large and too old; many parts had already rotted and died, making it extremely afraid of fire.

Once a fire broke out, it could easily spiral out of control with the slightest carelessness. At that point, only the affected branches could be pruned.

This was why Rocks said Roa's ability would shine in the giant kingdom.

"I'm just warning you,"

Rocks said coldly, "on this basis, we can have a good chat!"

"You scoundrel!"

Cold sweat was already forming on the giant king's forehead. "What exactly do you want to talk about?"

Roa and Uncle Whitebeard were both kicked out by Rocks, not hearing the specific details of their conversation.

Haa~

Roa yawned.

A bit boring.

Since that was the case, he'd go take a look at the murals.

Since he was here, he naturally had to see the famous sights.