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Pushing Forward Without Fail!
"Vice Alliance Leader!" When the Star Alliance members saw Jinbe get smashed into a hole by Katakuri's strike, his figure disappearing from sight, his fate unknown, they were utterly shocked.
"Charge!" Katakuri did not linger on Jinbe for long. He turned, reined in his emotions, and charged at the Star Alliance's defensive line. At this moment, breaking through that line was their top priority.
The Star Alliance had no one who could match Katakuri. The moment his formidable combat power entered the fray, screams rang out one after another with every swing. Katakuri's strikes were ruthless and ferocious, every move fatal. As soon as he joined the battle, he killed more than ten members of the Star Alliance's First Fleet.
"Hold the line!" Absalom shouted loudly. He himself was already covered in wounds after being ganged up on by several pirates with bounties exceeding a hundred million. The Star Alliance's defensive line was under immense pressure, yet he still shouted, trying to raise their morale.
Buzz!
A black glint shot through the air from afar, instantly piercing through the densely packed crowd and slipping through an invisible gap before suddenly striking Absalom in the chest.
Pfft!
Absalom felt as though his chest had been struck by lightning. He spat out a massive mouthful of blood and was sent flying, knocking several people away along the way before crashing onto the ship.
"Lowlifes should keep their mouths shut!" Katakuri withdrew the hand gesture he had used to throw his weapon. Then, with a backhand swing, several candy beans in his palm became coated in Armament Haki, unleashing power no weaker than bullets as they instantly killed several Star Alliance members nearby.
Absalom had been severely wounded by Katakuri's attack. He struggled to get up, but his