Baroque Works

Good Fast Sword Fifty Work Flower Continent, Mr.11's sword. It was thanks to this fine blade that this guy made it into Baroque Works' middle-ranking agents. Without this famous sword, his strength would be no different from the millionaires below the middle ranks.

Leading the assassination squad against Rodney this time was none other than Baroque Works' strongest high-ranking agent on the surface, Mr.1, Daz Bones.

A Blade Person who ate the Paramecia Dice-Dice Fruit, he can turn any part of his body into a sharp blade, and also make his skin as hard as steel.

Mr.2 Bon Kure is beside him, a transvestite. Mr.3 and his partner didn't show up, but Mr.4 and his partner Miss Merry Christmas, Mr.1's partner Miss Doublefinger, plus a bunch of weak assassins like Mr.9, Mr.11, and that little blue-haired girl, Miss Wednesday, the princess of this country, who infiltrated Baroque Works to investigate the Dancing Powder, and her subordinate Igaram, relied on their strength to successfully reach the position of middle-ranking agents.

The failure of Mr.5 and Miss Valentine directly alarmed Crocodile, who decided to send Mr.1 and the others to find Rodney. If they could recruit him, that would be best, but if not, everyone would go together to defeat him. Crocodile never lets a threat live.

Mr.1 said, "Bounty Hunter of the East Blue, Red-Eyed Rodney, here's an opportunity for you to join Baroque Works. If you're willing to join, all past transgressions will be forgiven, and you'll be made Mr.5 or even higher. If you're not willing, then..." A sharp blade formed on his arm, and even his fingers turned into blades. Without a doubt, if Rodney didn't agree, they would all rush forward and kill him here.

"I see..." Rodney scratched his head, squinted, and said with a smile, "In that case, then I'll..." He opened his eyes, his killing intent rising sharply, his blood-red Sharingan full of murderous aura, "...strike first!"

He dove into the sand, and Mr.1 immediately said, "Miss Merry Christmas!"

A fat old woman said at an extremely fast pace, "I know, I know, stop talking nonsense!" It was as if her mouth was rented and she was in a hurry to return it.

Her mouth became pointed, whiskers grew, and fine black hairs sprouted from her skin. Her hands turned into claws, making her a living, breathing human-shaped mole.

Miss Merry Christmas, a Mole Person who ate the Zoan Mole Fruit.

She burrowed into the sand at an extremely fast speed, searching for Rodney's whereabouts.

Mr.11 felt his ankle tighten as a hand grabbed his foot. The tremendous force dragged him straight down, and before he could even scream, he was buried in the sand.

"Idiot, Mr.11, you idiot! Is he a pig?" Miss Merry Christmas brought up Mr.11's body, cursing angrily. Mr.1, with his sharp eyes, saw the Explosive Tag on Mr.11's chest and shouted, "Everyone, run! Rodney's bomb paper!"

Mr.1 and the others had far more information about Rodney than anyone else, including information about Explosive Tags, but no one knew the name. Because of the explosion, they temporarily called it "bomb paper!" and its power was considerable.

Boom!

The Explosive Tag on Mr.11's chest was detonated. The crowd retreated and hurriedly lay on the ground, covered in sand and dust from the explosion, mixed with some strange things.

Princess Vivi hadn't stood up yet when her hand tightened. She saw a human face sticking out of the sand and was so startled that she was about to scream, but a large hand covered her mouth. "Shut up, get in here!"

He dragged Princess Vivi into the sand, letting a Shadow Clone take her to Yuba.

The rest... let him start a battle.

He walked out of the sand, shook off the sand and dust, and drew Flower Continent. The straight blade had flame-like patterns. This was a good sword, much better than the standard long sword in his hand.

Flower Continent was held horizontally in front of his chest, standing on the ground, pointing directly at the agents in front of him, and asked, "Who wants to come forward and die first?"

"Did you take little 11's sword? Let me play with you!" Mr.2 Bon Kure's voice was like a duck's. Just hearing him speak made Rodney's face change. When he watched the anime, this person was loyal and funny, and although he was a pervert, he was quite interesting.

But after turning into reality, goodbye!

This action, this tone...

Forget it, he shouldn't use a sword.

He stuck the sword into the sand, and suddenly a mole popped out, saying anxiously, "Are you an idiot, an idiot? You almost cut me, I would have died, I would have definitely died!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Someone reminded him, and Miss Merry Christmas looked up and saw a bright blade already raised, swinging down at lightning speed. She immediately burrowed into the sand, and the hole she came out of was torn apart by a terrifying sword energy, creating a long crack. The dry sand was gathering towards the middle.

"This guy is completely playing around." Mr.1 said solemnly, "He doesn't take Miss Merry Christmas to heart at all, treating her, or rather many of us, as game objects."

Seeing Rodney's thoughts, Mr.1 and Mr.2 Bon Kure exchanged glances and attacked from two directions, one in front and one behind.

Mr.1 bent his five fingers into tiger claws, and blades grew from his fingertips, grabbing at Rodney. He blocked them with Flower Continent, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Ballet Kenpo - Graceful Swan Dance!"

Mr.2 Bon Kure used Ballet Kenpo to kick countless afterimages at Rodney.

"Shadow Clone!"

A figure appeared beside him, blocked Mr.2 Bon Kure's kick with one foot, and then disappeared.

"What was that just now?" Mr.1 felt that Rodney was troublesome to the extreme, more troublesome than any enemy he had ever encountered. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he launched a fierce attack, as fast as the wind. Rodney caught every one of the storm-like slashes without missing a single one.

Mr.2 Bon Kure was shocked and said, "He can actually be on par with little 1's strength. What a terrifying opponent, but ah, I must use my own skills."

He took a deep breath, leaped into the air, and launched a spinning kick at the two who were fighting fiercely below.

"Transvestite Kenpo - That Summer's Memoir!"

"Ugh, disgusting!" Rodney knocked back Mr.1 with a slash, his body rotated, and a violent dragon-shaped whirlwind formed, stirring up a large amount of yellow sand, turning into a roaring yellow dragon.

"Leaf Dragon God!"

"What?"

Mr.2 Bon Kure's attack came into contact with the Leaf Dragon God and was immediately swallowed into the belly of the yellow sand dragon. The sand hit his face, blowing painfully, and some places had even been torn by the sand, causing blood to flow.

Mr.2 Bon Kure barely opened his eyes in the wind and saw Rodney in the center of the wind dragon. He gritted his teeth and spun his body at an extremely fast speed, launching countless spinning kicks to approach the target and knock him down.

"Watch my special technique, Transvestite Kenpo - 320,000 Rotation Great Whirlwind Kick!!"

"You should take a break! Konoha Great Whirlwind!" A powerful kick was launched towards Mr.2 Bon Kure, colliding with Mr.2 Bon Kure's big hairy leg, kicking him directly away, and he fell to the ground.

He was still feeling disgusted. The Sharingan could indeed copy all the Taijutsu here, but the only one he didn't want to learn was Mr.2 Bon Kure's Transvestite Kenpo. He always felt that if he learned this, he would lose something particularly important, probably his integrity, maybe.

He turned his gaze to the group of onlookers and said, "Alright, who's next?"

"Woof!"

From an unknown source, a dog barked, and immediately a large fatty waved a baseball bat at him, sending a ball flying straight towards him. He easily dodged it, and it landed behind him.

"Heh, you think a baseball like that can attack me? Wishful thinking." Just as Rodney was feeling pleased with himself, the baseball behind him suddenly burst into light. Noticing it, he immediately activated Soru and fled.

BOOM!

"Damn it, it was a bomb!" Rodney jumped out of the sand, only to feel a tightening on his foot. A pair of mole claws emerged from the sand, grabbing his ankle and preventing him from leaving.

Mr. 1 chased after him, waving his arm, the blade on his arm glinting coldly, clearly intending to use this attack to chop off his head.