Bite, Why Aren't You Biting Anymore!

Buzz!

Before the palms even landed, the gust of wind they generated was already caving in his cheeks. Arlong flinched in alarm. His rich combat experience told him not to think, and he hastily retracted downwards.

It was undignified, but it worked.

Thump!

The place where his head had been erupted with air ripples. Arlong felt his eardrums burst with a roar, and blood streamed from his nose.

He was horrified. If he had hesitated for another half-second, he would have been flattened, if not killed.

There was no time to think. Xianuo's attack missed, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he continued to drive his palms downwards, aiming straight for Arlong's crown.

"Damn human!" Arlong's fear turned to rage. Provoked, his ferocity surged. He suddenly opened his massive maw and lunged to bite Xianuo's arm.

Oh?

Seeing that Arlong wasn't dodging anymore, Xianuo narrowed his eyes slightly, intrigued. He proactively offered his right arm, pushing it into Arlong's mouth.

You're courting death!

Arlong's eyes were ferocious as he bit down hard.

Foolish human, daring to underestimate me like this. He doesn't understand at all that his sharpest weapon isn't the great saw on his hand, but these fangs in his mouth!

Crunch!

The familiar sound of shattering teeth suddenly rang out, and a salty, fishy taste exploded in his mouth.

Arlong grinned, but before he could show any pride, he was suddenly horrified to discover that it wasn't Xianuo's arm that had shattered, but his own teeth.

The gushing blood wasn't from cutting Xianuo's muscle, but from his own gums.

"Bite, keep biting."

Xianuo's expression was blank as he forcefully squeezed his arm further in. "Why aren't you biting anymore?"

"Mmmph... Mmmph!" Arlong struggled desperately, trying to spit out the arm that felt like cast iron, but it was useless. He could only watch helplessly as the arm moved closer and closer to his throat.

"I heard you can even bite through cannonballs fired by warships, why are you so weak today?"

Xianuo continued to push inward, as if talking to himself. "Didn't you eat?"

"Then let me feed you! Eat my whole arm! It's all protein, get some good nutrition and you'll have strength!"

His calm voice gradually filled with violence.

Arlong's eyes gradually turned white. His entire jaw was stretched to its limit, and he could faintly hear the cracking sound of his skull.

"Eat! I told you to eat, why aren't you eating!"

The strong, powerful arm began to rotate inside his mouth. His remaining few teeth, along with large chunks of flesh, were scoured and squeezed out like dirty clothes in a washing machine.

"Mmmph...!"

Arlong was on the verge of suffocation, his consciousness blurring. Only the instinct for survival made him wildly flail his claws, scratching wildly at Xianuo's chest and arms.

But he couldn't even draw a drop of blood, only leaving faint scratch marks.

"Let go of Brother Arlong!"

A furious roar suddenly came from behind. It was three Fish-Man cadres led by Chuu, charging forward with swords, slashing from behind.

Xianuo glanced back.

It was strange. They were charging actively, even roaring, yet their faces were filled with fear and despair, much like Commander Erwin.

Xianuo ignored them, not even bothering to look again. He turned back and continued stuffing Arlong's mouth with flesh.

Is that scene about to repeat itself?

Chuu looked at the terrifying dorsal muscles drawing closer and Xianuo's indifferent attitude. Instead of joy, despair grew in his eyes.

He had personally witnessed Hachi's six swords, no matter how they were swung, unable to break through the opponent's defense.

Hachi was the ship's best swordsman. Each of his six swords weighed three hundred kilograms. If even Hachi couldn't do it, what chance did they have?

But they couldn't abandon Brother Arlong!

In the flash of these thoughts, three swords, from different directions, slashed towards Xianuo's back and smoothly sank in.

They went in?!

Chuu was surprised and overjoyed, but his expression quickly changed.

No! These three swords were inserted into the folds of the latissimus dorsi muscles that the opponent deliberately contracted!

Zing!

In the next instant, the knotted muscles suddenly expanded outwards, and the three blades shot back out!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three Fish-Men who couldn't dodge in time were instantly impaled on the coconut trees, their necks pierced, blood flowing down the bark's grooves.

"No, no!"

Arlong saw this scene from his blurred peripheral vision, his heart filled with grief and despair. Tears streamed down his face--

Go, hurry up and go! My foolish compatriots, can't you see? This human... no! This monster is not someone they can possibly defeat!

"You... are crying?"

Xianuo observed him with great interest. "It almost makes me feel pity, I was almost tempted to let you go. It's just a shame there's a saying, 'crocodile tears are not worth sympathizing with.'"

He glanced into the distance again.

The remaining Fish-Man pirates, seeing that their officers were almost all dead and even Arlong was powerless to resist, were completely terrified. They turned and fled frantically towards the sea, each wishing their parents had given them an extra pair of legs.

Xianuo lowered his head and whispered into Arlong's ear:

"Oh right, you're a shark. Doesn't matter, aren't they all the same?"

The moment the words fell, he suddenly grabbed Arlong's head, reversed his grip, and chased after the fleeing Fish-Men towards the dock!

He continuously used Geppo, the scenery on both sides rapidly receding under the continuous bursts of speed. Arlong's lower body repeatedly crashed through giant trees along the way, his consciousness rapidly dissipating.

Snap. Arriving at the broken pier, Xianuo finally stopped.

He looked down indifferently. The purple Fish-Man in his hand had been dragged for hundreds of meters, his body a bloody mess, leaving winding bloodstains on the muddy country road.

"Dead?"

Xianuo frowned slightly, unable to hide the disappointment on his face. "So you... really were only this strong?"

Even now, he hadn't been able to use his full strength, to have a satisfying fight.

Shaking his head, he tossed Arlong's corpse onto the beach as if discarding trash. He then turned his gaze towards the Fish-Man pirates scrambling onto the Shark SB.

"No! That monster is coming after us!!"

A Fish-Man noticed him and let out a piercing shriek. "What are you waiting for? Go!"

"The ship still needs to turn, there's no time!"

"Then jump ship and swim! In the sea, he can't possibly catch up to us Fish-Men!"

Want to escape by sea?

Xianuo sneered. He didn't have the bad habit of leaving loose ends.

Geppo!

His arches tensed as he stomped on the ground. In just an instant, he flickered and disappeared, landing on the very top of the tall mast.

The view was excellent. All the Fish-Man pirates were in his sight.

Some Fish-Men had already begun climbing over the railing on the side and jumping into the sea. Xianuo's expression was blank. He raised his right arm, aiming his index finger at the back of the head of one of them.

Shigan!

A shockwave erupted from his fingertip, instantly blasting the Fish-Man's head open. Xianuo didn't even look again. Before the man's brains could splatter, he had already aimed his fingertip at the next target...

The sea breeze blew past, carrying a heavy scent of blood amidst the saltiness.

Genzo's legs trembled. While cautiously looking around, he stepped over scattered limbs and bloodstains, arriving at the edge of the pier.

The scene here was similar to the country road earlier. Bodies of Fish-Men floated everywhere – along the ship's hull, on the deck, and in the sea.

What in the world happened?

Could it be...

That figure who had rushed past him towards the sea earlier had ended this battle single-handedly?

"Xia... Xianuo?" Genzo cupped his hands around his mouth and called out loudly, looking around. "Where are you! Are you okay?"

"Over here, Uncle Genzo."

The voice came from above.

Genzo then noticed a figure sitting motionlessly on the mast of the huge pirate ship, gazing down silently at everything.

"Uncle, you seem to be a little late."

Xianuo looked up, revealing a slightly tired face. It wasn't physical exhaustion, but the relief after a long period of extreme mental tension.

Seeing the stunned Genzo, he smiled slightly:

"I killed all the pirates, not a single one left. It's a bit of a shame, I didn't get to give you, a patrol officer, a chance to help."