The Whole World Is Finally Quiet!

Saint Charlos saw Will still walking toward him, and his eyes instantly sharpened with clarity. He hurriedly shouted in a stern, panicked voice:

"Y-You... don't come any closer!"

And by then, Will had already closed the distance in long strides. Without hesitation, he kicked the man again, sending him flying with brutal force.

Pwah—!

Saint Charlos spat a mouthful of blood toward the sky, then crashed to the ground once more, his entire body wracked with unbearable pain.

Watching Will continue to step forward, fear—something he had never truly felt before—finally surged from the depths of his heart.

Overwhelmed by this emotion, he instinctively raised a hand and cried out in alarm:

"Stay back! Do you really intend to kill me?! I am the most noble Celestial Dragon in this world!!"

Will paid no heed, still advancing with a blank, expressionless face.

Seeing that the man wasn't stopping.

Saint Charlos realized that this madman truly meant to kill him. He scrambled backward on his hands, frantic and desperate.

In his extreme terror, he began to babble incoherently:

"Fine! I'll stop being a Celestial Dragon! I quit!"

"And I swear to you! I won't call the Marine Admiral to hunt you down!"

"Just let me go, okay?! Don't kill me!!"

"Quit?"

Will raised an eyebrow at that, then pointed a finger at him coldly:

"Remember this—once a Celestial Dragon, you're a Celestial Dragon for life!"

Saint Charlos shuddered at those words.

Realizing he might actually die in this godforsaken place.

He stopped groveling, forced himself to his feet, and his eyes turned vicious as he snarled in a low voice:

"You wretched vermin! If you dare kill me, you won't survive either!"

"Both the World Government and Marine Headquarters will never let you... urgh..."

Will, now standing before him, had no patience for more nonsense. He grabbed the man by the throat, lifted him high, and slowly tightened his grip.

Saint Charlos's face flushed red, his eyes bloodshot as he choked out broken words:

"Le... let go... I... I can't breathe..."

The man who had once refused to share the same air as other vermin now desperately craved it.

Will looked at the Celestial Dragon still struggling in his grasp, his pleas dripping with the will to live. A cold gleam shone in Will's eyes as he said in a low voice:

"Now... do you understand what pain is?"

But by now, Saint Charlos's eyes were already rolling back. He couldn't answer at all, only instinctively begging:

"Le... let go... release... me..."

Will's patience had run out. He prepared to deliver the final judgment to this parasite of the world.

He lightly tossed the Celestial Dragon into the air, then let go.

Before Saint Charlos could even draw a breath.

A red glint flashed in Will's eyes, and his hands erupted in a frenzy.

Armament Haki: Hundred Rending Fists!

In an instant, his arms—coated in a substance like ink—turned into dozens of interweaving afterimages!

Blow after blow rained down on the Celestial Dragon suspended midair!

"Ah-da-da-da-da-da-da-da—!!"

Accompanied by Will's cathartic roar.

The Celestial Dragon was like a puppet at his mercy, trembling violently in the air!

Completely frozen midair, unable to fall.

Crack—!!

In just two seconds, every bone in Saint Charlos's body was shattered!

The next second!

Splat—!

Saint Charlos's skin burst open, blood spraying outward like fireworks!

Then, seconds later.

As Will's fists stopped, Saint Charlos—struck over a hundred times in that brief moment—hung in the air for one more second.

Then—!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—!!

Suddenly, his entire body burst open in every spot at once! A massive cloud of horrifying blood mist and shredded flesh scattered everywhere!

It was as if countless bombs had just detonated inside him!

Then Saint Charlos fell like a tattered ragdoll.

He landed limply on the ground, his nerves still twitching in spasms.

By now, Saint Charlos's mangled face was twisted into something as terrifying as a demon!

One could only imagine the agony he was enduring.

This was thanks to Will deliberately holding back, only channeling a trace of Armament Haki into the other's body.

His intent was to make this Celestial Dragon experience the ultimate physical torment before death!

Otherwise, if he had unleashed his Haki at full force, the man's body would have exploded into nothing in an instant!

After writhing in pain on the ground for a few more seconds, Saint Charlos finally faded away with a grimacing expression.

Everyone around who witnessed this horrifying scene was too shocked to speak.

And the Celestial Dragons' servants looked at Will as if they were staring at the devil himself.

But Will, after throwing those hundred punches, couldn't help tilting his head back with a delighted smile:

"Ah~, the whole world is finally quiet!"

Just then, though.

Will suddenly noticed the group of stunned Celestial Dragon servants nearby, and his smile vanished.

"Almost forgot—I still have you lot to deal with."

The moment he finished speaking.

Shave—!

Will vanished from his spot instantly, charging into the midst of the Celestial Dragon servants.

Tekkai: Thousand Rending Blades!

Before the servants could react, his arms swung rapidly in all directions while his feet kept moving at high speed.

A few seconds later, Will's figure appeared outside the crowd, his hands slowly lowering.

The next second.

Shiiing—!!

Blood suddenly gushed from all the servants at once!

They only then realized in terror that at some point, a massive wound had been carved into their bodies!

Will turned around, watching the servants collapse one by one, powerless.

After confirming none were left alive, he shifted his gaze to the items the servants had been carrying.

He gave them a rough scan.

Then he noticed something: among the pile was a rather ornate Treasure Chest.

Will walked over, pushed aside two servant corpses lying on the chest, and flipped it open.

No golden glow, no smell of Berries.

Inside wasn't gold or silver—just a small, ancient chest and a plain, unadorned book.

Will ignored the book for now and pulled out the small chest first.

Opening it.

A strange-looking fruit with spiral patterns on its blue-purple skin appeared before his eyes.

"A Devil Fruit..."

Seeing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Will's eyes, and his expression turned thoughtful.

Then, as if something occurred to him, he slowly closed the small chest and held it in his hand.

Next, Will looked down at the book in the large chest.

He figured that if it was stored alongside a Devil Fruit, it must be just as important.

So he took the book out directly and tucked it into one of his cleaner pockets.

The rest of his body still had traces of bloodstains left after evaporation, which might dirty the book.