What Did I Do to Make You Disrespect Me So Much?

Yet even after seeing Will so effortlessly kill two Devil Fruit Users one after the other,

not a single person among the Celestial Dragons' entourage felt afraid.

That included the man in the black suit and the two Navy Commodores.

All three believed they could just as easily kill the two slaves who had eaten Devil Fruits—and do it even faster.

So none of them took the arrogant fellow before them seriously.

Then Navy Commodores Frat and Konooh immediately stepped forward together and volunteered:

"Lord Celestial Dragon! Leave it to us to deal with this eyesore of an intruder!"

Saint Charlos had already decided to treat this sudden turn of events as a beast fight. Hearing the two men, he gave a slight nod and replied:

"Fine. Go ahead and kill that man in front of me."

"If you can't, I'll have someone break your arms and legs and turn you into two new slaves here!"

Although the two defeated slave-fools had made him feel somewhat embarrassed,

he wasn't particularly angry. In fact, he was rather interested and planned to keep watching.

After all, they were just two slaves who could be replaced and replenished at any time.

Saint Charlos had never cared whether these slaves lived or died.

And as for worrying that the intruder might hurt him?

Don't make me laugh.

As a Celestial Dragon, he never worried that ants like these could hurt him.

Because he simply didn't believe those lowlifes had the guts!

After getting the answer they wanted, Frat and Konooh didn't dare dwell on the terrifying punishment. They hurriedly bowed their heads together and said respectfully:

"Yes, Lord Celestial Dragon!"

As the two men knelt before him, they rose and headed straight toward the intruder.

Saint Charlos remained as haughty as ever. Then he suddenly began to lean backward.

The attendants behind him hurried forward, working together with practiced efficiency to unfold a reclining chair and set it on the ground.

They also brought out a small table and placed it nearby, instantly covering it with all kinds of delicacies and pastries.

The two men holding the large umbrella immediately moved behind the reclining chair and lowered it to better shield him from the snow.

Once the group had finished these tasks in perfect unison,

Saint Charlos had just settled into the chair, leisurely reclining against it.

He seemed ready to continue enjoying the impromptu show unfolding before him.

Robert, the CP9 member accompanying him, remained motionless, expressionless as he watched the intruder ahead.

But just then,

Saint Charlos noticed the food on the table beside him. His face darkened, and he stood up and swept everything off the table with a wave of his hand.

Then he glared at the panicked attendants and scolded them in a low voice:

"You brainless idiots! Can't you see I'm wearing my helmet? How am I supposed to eat?!"

"Or are you trying to make me take it off and get frostbite in this awful weather?!"

"You know I can't eat right now, yet you put all this food on the table. Are you deliberately trying to anger me to death?!"

The attendants hurriedly dropped to their knees, their foreheads thudding heavily against the ground as they apologized in unison:

"We're terribly sorry, Lord Celestial Dragon!"

"Hmph."

Saint Charlos gave a snort. Only then did he settle back into his chair and turn his attention to the scene ahead once more, watching with renewed interest.

The two Navy Commodores didn't feel a moment's grief over the slaves who had been killed.

After walking some distance,

the two of them suddenly accelerated, attacking Will from both sides at once.

Even though each believed he could handle the man on his own,

they both wanted to kill the hated intruder as quickly as possible.

So, in an unprecedented show of teamwork, they decided to attack together rather than go in alone.

As Frat launched his attack, his eyes turned sharp.

Then he suddenly reached to his side, where his Navy coat concealed his hand.

He swiftly drew a slender blade from beneath the coat and swung it at Will at high speed!

"Flying Slash!"

With a low shout, a pale-blue slash shot through the air toward Will!

Will remained perfectly calm. He instantly lifted his leg and swung it hard at the incoming slash.

Tempest Kick!

Another slash tore through the snow at high speed, racing to meet the one flying toward him.

"What?! How does this guy know the Six Powers?!"

Seeing this, Frat's eyes widened, his expression one of utter shock.

Before he could voice the question on his mind,

the instant the two slashes collided,

Konooh had already charged up to Will from the other side, throwing a punch with a look of astonishment on his face!

But Will had been ready for it and easily dodged by shifting sideways.

After evading the attack, Will followed through, bending forward and driving a punch into Konooh's chest!

The force was so tremendous that it even stirred up a little airflow around his fist.

Seeing there was no way to dodge, Konooh planted his feet and drew both fists back to his waist, shouting:

"Iron Body!"

In that instant, he couldn't help thinking that he could definitely withstand the blow.

The next second,

Bam—!

A muffled thud rang out, and a distinct shockwave rapidly spread between them!

Konooh's confident expression vanished in an instant. A large spray of blood burst from his mouth, and his eyes gradually rolled upward.

"My consciousness... is fading..."

As the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly remembered the Celestial Dragon, Saint Charlos, standing behind him.

Then, bolstered by fear, Konooh forced himself not to pass out. His consciousness gradually returned.

Will withdrew his fist and stood upright, asking in a surprised tone:

"You actually dared to stand still and take my punch. What made you so confident—Iron Body?"

Konooh didn't answer. He merely took two unconscious steps backward, panting heavily, his eyes still slightly unfocused.

Seeing this, Frat didn't rush in again. He kept his blade raised and watched Will warily, then shouted urgently:

"Who the hell are you?! Why can you use the Six Powers?!"

As he spoke, he suddenly made a bold guess. "Don't tell me you're a deserter who fled the Navy?!"

Will frowned at that, his tone turning impatient:

"Why is it the Navy again—and now I'm a deserter?!"

"How dare you insult me by comparing me to Koby..."

At the thought, a surge of anger welled up inside him. He couldn't help saying in a low voice:

"What did I do to make you disrespect me so much..."

Hearing this,

Frat realized that the man in front of him probably wasn't really Navy.

But he could use the Six Powers...

So another possibility occurred to him. He instinctively turned to look at the man in the black suit behind him.

He wanted to see how that man would react.

But the man's expression looked just as uncertain.

After all, the person they'd thought they could handle with ease had suddenly used the Six Powers.

How could that not shock them?