Teach Makes a Move, the Mad Saber Pirates Annihilated

Loya watched the scene, tears welling up in her eyes. She covered her mouth, sobbing, tears streaming down her face and even soaking her collar.

Doyle remained silent, but beneath his sleeve, his tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed.

Outside, everyone watched the events unfold in shock. Teach, sitting cross-legged on the ground and enjoying the feast, had an undisguised smile of pleasure on his face. There was the crying Loya, and the equally shocked, wild members of the Mad Saber Pirates.

As Teach finished the fried rice on the plate bite by bite, he slowly stood up and picked up the bag containing two bottles of rum that had been placed on the table long ago.

He waved to Doyle, "Haha, Doyle, today is a great day. I ate well and drank heartily. I'll come back for drinks if I have time."

Doyle nodded kindly, "Mm, Teach, come again next time."

Teach turned and walked towards the exit. A large saber slashed through the air, its sharp teeth stopping just before Teach's neck. "Damn you, kid, I'm done playing. I'm in a bad mood now, and I'll use your head to calm my temper." Schiller watched Teach's actions, but felt no joy. He had insulted him, yet the kid didn't seem to care at all. More importantly, he saw no trace of fear or apprehension in the young man's eyes. He was ignoring him – who was he trying to fool? At this, his rage finally erupted.

"Schiller's furious, this kid is finished!" people outside exclaimed, feeling Schiller's wrath from afar.

"Isn't it a shame for a man like that to die?" The events that had just transpired seemed to replay in their minds, stirring a sense of respect for the man who faced the threat of the infamous Schiller without changing his expression, remaining calm and composed.

"I have a feeling something unexpected and wonderful will happen!"

Teach stopped, turned to look at Schiller beside him, and smiled. He raised a finger and pointed at the saber at his neck, saying, "This thing isn't for threatening people."

"Of course, it's not for threatening! I'm going to kill you. I want to hear you beg for mercy at my feet, screaming and wailing." Schiller licked his crimson lips, as if smelling the scent of blood. He became excited. He was a murderer, the terrifying Mad Blade Schiller.

"Can I consider this your declaration of war on me?" Teach's lips curved into a slight smile. "Then are you ready to die?"

"What?" Schiller felt as if he had misheard, yet he didn't understand what Teach meant. The others seemed to feel the same. Mostima listened and couldn't help but nod, a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. The moment he had been anticipating was about to arrive.

"As a pirate, if you dare to declare war on another party, you should have been prepared for death," Teach said slowly, making no move.

"Damn it, are you saying you're stronger than us? Kid, you need to show some respect when you underestimate someone. Die!" The Mad Saber Pirates members standing behind Schiller were enraged. One of them roared, drew his pistol, and at such close range, aimed it directly at Teach's head and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Everyone's pupils contracted. The expected shot never fired. The pirate who had fired at Teach had his head explode, blood splattering outwards.

In everyone's eyes, Teach had, at some point, drawn a black gun from his waist and fired at the already hit pirate. The faint smoke rising from the muzzle indicated that Teach had fired the shot.

The strength in his hand began to dissipate, and the hand pointing at Teach slowly lowered. The gun fell powerlessly to the ground, his eyes wide open, seemingly in utter shock.

"Thud!" His body hit the ground, a deep bloody hole in his forehead. The pirates beside him felt a chill in their hearts. They instinctively took two steps back, their gazes on Teach filled with fear. They weren't fools; they could tell this man was not someone they could handle.

"When did he move?" Haduno's brow beaded with cold sweat, his mind going blank for an instant. "That speed of drawing and firing."

"Is he a gunman? A top-tier gunman!"

In the New World, a gunman wasn't terrifying, but a top-tier gunman was. Especially in a crew, they could play various roles in offense, support, and control.

"No, he's not a professional gunman. Didn't you notice the three swords at his waist?" Mostima said slowly, his gaze never leaving Teach. Because he was wearing a coat, only a part of Teach's three swords was visible. Mostima noticed this, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. As a swordsman, he could sense that Teach's three swords were extraordinary, no less than his own famous sword, Rending Void.

Thinking this, Mostima couldn't help but stroke the saber at his waist.

"It's just pure speed, but his marksmanship is also extraordinary," Mostima said. As a swordsman, his eyesight naturally captured Teach's movements. The action of drawing the gun from his waist was as smooth as flowing water, a single, seamless motion, as if honed through countless battles.

This was a powerful individual. Even ordinary people in the New World possessed some strength. Although they couldn't see Teach's movements clearly, they could guess. Their eyes seemed to hold anticipation. Whether pirates or civilians, some hoped Teach would defeat Schiller, while others wanted to witness the rise of a newcomer.

Regardless, Schiller's reputation on this island wasn't good, or perhaps, not good in this entire stretch of sea.

He had no territory, only enjoying treasure and slaughter. This sea area was close to the Whitebeard Pirates' territory, and behind their territory, the Marines rarely came. Otherwise, he would have been annihilated by the Marines long ago.

"This guy." Schiller gritted his teeth. At such close range, he hadn't seen the man's movements either. The speed was too fast, but more than that, it was anger. In front of him, he had killed his crewmate, a crewmate who had stood up for him, his right-hand man on the ship, fiercely loyal.

This was a direct insult to him! If he didn't teach this guy a lesson, no, he had to kill this guy! Dismember his corpse to quell his rage, otherwise, his authority would be completely lost. As a captain, if he couldn't stand up for his subordinates, no one would follow him in the future.

He could feel the gazes of some crew members on him, seemingly awaiting his command.

"He's just a gunman, kid. Everyone, attack him! How many bullets does he have? Can he kill all of us?" Schiller said, sheathing his saber and waving his hand with great force, swinging it in a 180-degree arc towards Teach's neck. The powerful force, with a "bonm" sound, broke through the air, combining speed and power.

Hadman and Haduno outside exchanged a look of apprehension. They couldn't withstand such an attack without injury. They had to admit that Mad Blade Schiller's strength was far superior to theirs. Only their captain, Mostima, could defeat him.

Without strength, Schiller wouldn't have been able to roam these seas freely for so many years.

Schiller's words ignited the fighting spirit of the Mad Saber Pirates members. They were a bunch of scum, trash, with no fear of death. Over the years, some of them had gone through several batches of companions. What Schiller said made sense; they had so many people. Due to their penchant for killing, the Mad Saber Pirates had fewer members, only a little over seventy, but their average strength was much higher than that of other pirate crews. They all entered the tavern, and even though the tavern was spacious, they occupied at least half of the seats.

These were all scum, pursuing slaughter and hedonism, plundering everywhere. When they ran out of Belly, they would rob again, and then spend it all. They liked to bully the weak, but when they fought, they were incredibly ferocious. Although they were wild and caused trouble everywhere, not many dared to oppose them.

"How dare you provoke us, the Mad Saber Pirates? Die, kid." "Haha, I'll chop off his left hand!" "I'm claiming his right leg, don't you dare fight me for it."

They shouted arrogantly. Facing Schiller's powerful strike, Teach couldn't ignore it. Anyone who could roam the seas and have some reputation must have some skill.

But that was all. Teach instinctively sidestepped, lowered his head slightly, and perfectly dodged the blow. In the eyes of others, he had narrowly avoided Schiller's attack.

In the eyes of some, it was extraordinary, as if everything was under his control.

Teach frowned, a sense of impatience rising within him. These ant-like pirates were constantly yapping in his ear. Only Schiller beside him was worth his attention, and even then, only because his strength was decent. In the Whitebeard Pirates, he would only be a small captain.

Teach hadn't paid attention to them before because they were so weak they didn't even qualify to be in his sights. Even a clay Buddha has a temper, let alone Teach!

"Don't think too highly of yourselves, a bunch of petty pirates. To take my head, you'd need to bring an entire warship," Teach sneered, pulling open his coat and placing his hand on the hilt of Raijin. With a flash of light, Teach drew Raijin and pointed it at the pirates. "Pay the price for offending someone you shouldn't have!"

"Normal Slash." A slight smile appeared on Teach's lips. He swung his sword gently, as if nothing had happened.

Teach sheathed his sword. "Is that your swordsmanship? It's pathetic. Who are you trying to scare, kid?" Seeing that nothing had happened, Schiller pointed his saber at Teach and mocked him.

The surroundings became very quiet. Mostima's eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply. He saw the strike. "How did he do that?" he murmured, disbelief evident.

In his eyes, that seemingly casual slash had displayed an unbelievable scene.

The invisible slash split into multiple streams of Sword Qi, precisely piercing through the bodies of those pirates. Although the power of such a move was not great, it demonstrated exquisite control. With his current abilities, he couldn't achieve such perfect control over Sword Qi. In the current pursuit of greater power, this scene seemed to show him a new path.

Teach said nothing. "Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"... The sounds continued to come. Schiller's laughter abruptly stopped. He turned his head slightly. One by one, figures were crashing to the ground. In a short while, all the members of the Mad Saber Pirates, except for him, lay on the ground.

Although Schiller hadn't awakened Observation Haki, he had been wandering the New World for a long time and was very familiar with the aura of living beings. Countless people had ended up like the person before him because of him.

Losing his life force meant everyone in the Mad Saber Pirates, except for him, was dead. And he didn't even know how they died. For the first time, he felt fear from the bottom of his heart. He looked at Teach's face, which held a faint smile, as if mocking him for being so self-absorbed.

He knew he had provoked someone he shouldn't have, someone powerful. His legs began to tremble.

However, this was immediately followed by rage. A sky-high fury surged within him. He took two steps toward Teach, his serrated saber pointed at Teach's head.

"You bastard, you actually killed them! They were my comrades," Schiller's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, two tears welled up in his eyes.

Comrades. Hearing that word from him was truly ironic.

"I should thank them, really. I just finished eating and needed a good workout to digest. Then they came along," Teach smiled, straightened his body, tied his black headscarf securely, picked up the purple cowboy hat hanging on his left shoulder, and gently placed it on his head.

Teach's demeanor only fueled Schiller's rage further. "Without them, what will I do? Who will I share the joy of plunder with? How can I go out to sea? I'll be the only one to experience the thrill of killing, the only one to share in those agonizing cries." Schiller spoke in anguish. Teach and the others listening to him thought Schiller was a pervert with a sick mind.

"I'm going to kill you and send you to join them!" Schiller swung his saber again, imbued with extreme rage. The power of this strike was even greater than the previous one.

"Urk!" Facing the blow, Teach countered with a punch. The recoil from the immense force caused Schiller's grip to loosen, and the serrated saber flew backward, embedding itself in the ground.

Before Schiller could react, Teach appeared before him, a large hand gripping his neck. "So, you can't just jump around in front of me like a clown?" Teach's eyes turned icy. He tightened his grip on Schiller's right arm, applying increasing pressure. Schiller's eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe. "Since you want to be with them so badly, I'll send you to meet them."

Schiller struggled, trying to break free, but it was useless. "Thank me," Teach said softly.

He released his grip, and Schiller's body fell to the ground, now completely a corpse. In everyone's eyes, the powerful Schiller had died so easily, utterly unable to resist the man before him.