Nelson Joins

He also inhaled some of the poison gas. He has a strong resistance to poison, and given some time, he will be able to expel the poison gas. However, his condition has been greatly affected.

The excrement didn't harm him, but having a bucket of excrement poured over his entire body was extremely humiliating, making Morey feel immensely insulted and wanting to kill Nelson immediately.

His body was sticky and smelly, his nose was affected, and he was extremely angry. He was temporarily unable to use his Observation Haki and could only rely on his eyes.

With bloodshot eyes, Morey seemed to have lost his mind, closely following behind Nelson. The series of attacks had slowed Morey down somewhat.

As for Nelson, after using so many substitutions, his stamina was almost at its limit. According to his calculations, he could only use it two more times at most.

Nelson was already traveling at full speed, but even so, he couldn't help but feel excited and quickened his pace, as if a surge of power was flowing through his body.

The dampness in the air indicated that he was almost at the shore, not far away.

Morey roared angrily, bursting into incredibly fast speed as he closed in on Nelson once more. He could tell that Nelson's ability couldn't be used many times; it was already at its limit. Now, the question was whether Nelson could hold out until Murray's stamina was exhausted.

Nelson dodged again, his stamina leaving him with only one last chance to use his ability. The shore was already in sight. On the distant sea, a boat was moored, more than fifty meters away from the shore, which was also the limit of Nelson's ability. The small boat was connected to a tree on the shore by a rope.

At this point, Morey knew Nelson's plan to escape, but would he give Nelson the chance?

He also knew that Nelson's ability could only be used once; otherwise, if it were used twice in a row, he could escape from him and get to the small boat on the sea.

As someone with superpowers, he couldn't touch the seawater, which meant he had no choice but to let Nelson escape.

But will he give Morey that chance?

Nelson had hope, but Morey was still closing in from behind. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward with all his might.

Suddenly, a huge figure flew over his head and landed on the ground with a "boom." A look of despair flashed in Nelson's eyes. Morey was blocking his way. He could not go any further. If he had gone just thirty meters further, he could have used his abilities to get to the ship. But now, he did not have that chance, and Morey would not give him that chance.

"Kid, run, keep running!" Morey smiled, staring intently at Nelson ahead. He stretched out his claws and swung them to the side, unleashing a flash of light that severed the rope connecting the tree to the ground.

Without the rope to hold it back, the small boat drifted further and further away with the waves, and Nelson's last hope vanished.

"Kid, what other options do you have now?" Morey sneered, now that victory was assured, Nelson was a lamb to the slaughter.

"Let me see who you really are? How dare you." Morey slowly stepped forward, trying to tear off the black cloth covering Nelson's face.

Nelson couldn't help but take two steps back; Morey's strength was beyond his ability to resist.

With his eyes fixed on Morey, Nelson acted instantly, quickening his pace. They were on a cliff seven or eight meters high, with the sea below. Under Morey's astonished gaze, Nelson ran to Morey's right, heading straight for the sea.

Could it be that Nelson has a backup plan? How is that possible? From his current angle, he has a clear view of the ocean. What backup plan could he possibly have? Morey didn't see anything.

In the instant he was pondering and wondering, Nelson had already run out.

Did Morey want to commit suicide? Morey wouldn't allow that. He'd been toyed with for so long, and if he wasn't dealt with properly, it would be difficult to quell his anger and vent his frustration.

With that thought in mind, Morey burst forth with incredible speed, rushing toward Nelson who was running toward the sea.

At such close range, Morey's burst of speed was astonishing, far beyond what Nelson could match. He quickly arrived in front of Nelson, raised his claw, and slapped Nelson with a force that was enough to kill Nelson half to death.

Morey shared the same idea, which would also save Nelson from running around. At such close range, Nelson could clearly feel the beastly aura emanating from Morey, the terrifying power he couldn't resist, and of course, the stench of excrement.

At this critical moment, was he really going to die? The threat of death suddenly filled him with fear—the fear of death itself.

But he was unwilling to accept it. How could he die like this? A powerful will to live erupted, and in that instant, he felt his mind was so clear that he caught Morey's movements.

He could avoid it; the thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Nelson bent down, and Morey's claws swept across his head with a gust of wind.

How could this be? Morey's eyes widened in astonishment; his confident claw strike had been dodged by Nelson.

Nelson continued forward, rolled on the ground, then stood up and ran on. By this time, Morey was no longer able to stop Nelson.

With the sea right in front of him, a resolute glint flashed in Nelson's eyes. He leaped with all his might, jumping directly into the ocean.

Morey's eyes widened in disbelief. Nelson actually wanted to commit suicide; he found it hard to believe he had such courage.

Suddenly, Morey felt an irresistible force, and in the next instant, Nelson, who had already jumped off the cliff, and Morey switched places.

Nelson appeared where Morey had been, while Morey, somewhat unwilling, looked at the boundless sea before him, his feet dangling in mid-air. He glanced back at Nelson, then plummeted from the sky.

Seeing this, Nelson breathed a sigh of relief. He really had no strength left, and his whole body collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Now, he should be able to survive.

Thinking this, he expanded his domain again and looked out towards the sea. What he saw made him break out in a cold sweat. That person was still alive! It was unimaginable how he had survived.

Morey didn't fall into the sea. In the instant of his descent, he stepped on the air. Although he couldn't use Geppo, he could do something similar. He changed his direction of descent and landed on the cliff face. One of his claws dug deep into the cliff wall, and he didn't fall into the sea.

As Nelson climbed up step by step, a furry claw emerged from below the cliff face, followed by two claws, and then Morey's beast-like head popped out from below.

In Nelson's despairing gaze, Morey, a smile on his face, climbed out from the bottom of the cliff and looked at him with a cold laugh. Now, Nelson was truly desperate. Before, there was still a glimmer of hope, but now, he didn't even have the ability to resist, nor could he use his abilities. He could only watch helplessly as Morey continued to approach.

"I didn't expect you to have such tricks up your sleeve. I almost died. Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Morey walked up to Nelson, but although he didn't know the saying "villains die from talking too much," he didn't know if Nelson had any hidden tricks up his sleeve.

Having spent so much time, he wanted to eliminate Nelson directly to avoid any unforeseen complications.

Nelson didn't speak. At this moment, looking at Morey who walked up to him, he struggled desperately, as if trying to get up from the ground, but he couldn't.

He watched helplessly as Morey 'Human-Beast Form claws slowly rose, the sharp light stinging his eyes. Was he really going to die? He had no other options left.

Morey walked up to him, raised one leg, and stomped directly on Nelson's chest. Thud!

This immense force caused Nelson to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Morey increased the pressure, and Nelson felt a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Kid, die! As for your appearance, I'll take a good look at it after you're dead." Morey sneered at Nelson, his final claw about to strike.

He's really going to die; how could he possibly survive this time?

As those sharp claws fell, Nelson was truly powerless to turn the tide and involuntarily closed his eyes in fear.

After a long while, nothing fell. Am I still alive? Nelson wondered, slowly opening his eyes.

Suddenly, another person appeared before him. Morey's right arm trembled as he used all his strength to reach for Nelson, who was lying on the ground. However, a hand tightly gripped his right wrist, the powerful force rendering his arm immobile and preventing him from moving any further.

And this person was Teach. At the last moment, Teach finally made his move and blocked Morey's fatal claw.

"Who exactly are you?" Morey asked, frowning. Although Morey didn't sense anything from the person who had blocked his attack, the irresistible force that had stopped him was undeniable.

In Teach's hands, Morey's arm was completely immobilized; this was the difference in absolute strength.

The unknown represents fear. Teach's appearance made him very vigilant, easily blocking his attack. Moreover, he had no way of catching Teach's trail—when did he arrive? And how did he appear before him?

"Hahaha! Let's leave this matter at that. Spare his life and you can leave, how about it?" Hearing Morey's question, Teach couldn't help but laugh as he turned to the side, grabbing Morey's wrist with his left hand, while his right hand held an exquisitely crafted, enormous wine bottle with the cap already open. He gripped the neck of the bottle, put it to his mouth, and began to gulp it down.

Upon hearing Teach's words, Nelson was taken aback. Looking at Teach, Nelson wondered, "Who is he? Why did he save him?"

Under the moonlight, he could see Teach's appearance clearly. His long, slightly wavy black hair fell over his shoulders and drifted slowly behind him in the evening breeze. What impressed him most was his slightly aggressive gaze, which exuded a Haki.

His demeanor, coupled with the words he spoke to Morey, made it sound less like a request and more like a command.

"What a joke! Who are you, brat? Do you want to die with this brat?" Morey pointed his left finger at Nelson on the ground. Teach's words enraged him. He had spent so much time on this, been tricked by Nelson multiple times, and even suffered some hardship.

How could he possibly let Nelson go just because of Teach's words? He wanted nothing more than to kill him immediately.

Morey increased the pressure on Nelson's foot, causing Nelson even more pain. Seeing the bottle of liquor in Teach's hand, Morey grew even angrier. This was tribute liquor meant for the Celestial Dragons; what did it mean that it was in Teach's hands?

After they left, the Heavenly Gold might have been stolen; how could he allow such a thing to happen?

Meanwhile, Teach was drinking the wine in large gulps, which made Morey a little angry. This was tribute wine, and as a powerful figure in the kingdom, he had a few bottles, but he didn't dare to drink it casually, only taking a small sip occasionally.

Drinking tribute wine like water is undoubtedly a huge waste.

"Oh! In that case, we can't reach an agreement. I'll just have to take you out here." Teach said with a helpless smile, shaking his head. But in reality, he had never intended to let Morey go. Morey had seen his face, and if he didn't get rid of him, who knows what trouble might arise.

Although Teach's strength made Morey somewhat wary, the hint of naivety on Teach's face couldn't fool him. While blocking his attacks might indicate Teach's considerable power, how could he possibly be a match for him in terms of true strength?

"Kill me? Are you kidding me? You want to save this kid, right? In that case, I'll kill him first." Hearing Teach's arrogant words, Morey was so angry he almost laughed. His body gradually transformed into a beast, his strength increasing. Soon, he was completely transformed into a gigantic honey badger.

Morey's target was Nelson. He slammed his massive left hand down towards Nelson, intending to kill Nelson with a single blow.

However, in the next moment, Morey's eyes widened and his body stiffened. Teach had kicked out without anyone noticing, and his powerful leg struck Morey directly in the abdomen.

Immediately afterward, to Nelson's astonishment, Morey's body flew backward like a cannonball, covering a hundred meters before he was unable to resist and fell directly into the sea, splashing up a large spray of water. Devil Fruit User become powerless upon contact with seawater, unable to even struggle. Only one hand remained above the surface before he sank to the bottom of the sea.

Dead? This powerful figure who nearly killed him is dead? Nelson's mind went blank. He saw clearly that Morey had no power to resist at all before being kicked away.

"What's your name?" Teach asked, smiling at Nelson on the ground, but the smile was somewhat unsettling to Nelson.

"Nelson." Nelson answered nervously, somewhat stammering, and looked weak and listless because he didn't have much energy left.

"Alright, Nelson, how about I invite you to join my pirate crew?" Teach said with a smile.

Nelson's eyes widened in disbelief. Did he... did he even have a choice?

"Okay, I'll join." Having barely escaped the shadow of death, he didn't want to die again.

"Hahaha! Welcome to our Black Night Pirates! Recover your strength first, then we'll go and steal some Heavenly Gold." Teach was overjoyed to hear Nelson's reply and laughed heartily.

He stretched out a hand and placed it in front of Nelson.

When Nelson saw this, he thought of how Teach had saved his life. Teach's powerful strength gave him a great sense of security, and the smile on Teach's face, with its invisible charm, was somewhat attractive to him.

"In that case, following him might not be a bad idea," Nelson thought, trembling as he raised his hand and placed it on Teach's outstretched hand. "Please take care of me, Captain."