Morito's Strength!

Morito didn't disturb the battle between Kuzan and Vulture.

The Byakugan was terrifying in both its perception and field of vision. Vulture and Kuzan both used the same tactic: feigning to deceive the enemy, then seizing the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

It was just a shame that Vulture saw through Kuzan's plan, but Kuzan didn't see through Vulture's intentions.

You could only say that experience is the best teacher.

Kuzan was too young!

Kuzan was the highest-ranking combatant on the Navy's side, while Vulture was the highest-ranking combatant on the pirate side. Vulture defeating Kuzan meant this battle would end in victory for the Vulture Pirates!

The battle on the main front naturally drew much attention. The moment Kuzan fell was immediately noticed.

"How is this possible? Kuzan actually lost?"

"A Logia-type couldn't beat an Animal-type?"

Momonga, Kazan, and the others fighting on the warship noticed the situation on the ice field, their faces filled with disbelief.

Kuzan's talent was no weaker than any of the three monsters. It was just that Kuzan was younger; given a few more years, he would definitely be able to catch up to the three monsters.

This wasn't to say that Kuzan wasn't strong now; ordinary pirates with bounties of 100 million Berries weren't Kuzan's match.

However, Vulture was one of the main fleet under Golden Lion Shiki's Flying Pirates.

His strength far exceeded his bounty of 102 million Berries.

Compared to Momonga, Kazan, and the others' grim expressions, the pirate side's morale naturally surged, and they attacked the warship with even more ferocity and effort.

"Someone like you shouldn't have such a low bounty."

Kuzan's back burned with pain; any slight movement caused him to gasp.

A bounty was a reflection of a pirate's danger level, and directly linked to that danger level was their combat power!

Vulture was confident of victory, yet he didn't give Kuzan any time to breathe.

"Who knows!"

Vulture licked his clawed hand, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

The next second, Vulture closed the distance, thrusting out his claw. Enhanced with Armament Haki, the wind pressure generated by the claw shattered the ice layer!

"Ice Time Capsule!"

"I told you, it's useless!"

Crack!

The black, clawed hand touched the ice crystals. The frozen ice crystals shattered like a mirror. A ruthless look flashed in Vulture's eyes, and he sped up his movements by several points.

He was confident this strike would finish Kuzan!

In that flash of lightning, with a bang! Kuzan's body twisted violently, arching like a shrimp as he moved sideways.

Vulture's claw plunged into the ice layer, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

When did this kid appear?

Such speed!

"Do you want to die too?"

Vulture was inwardly shocked, but his face remained impassive. He glared at Morito with murderous intent, his claw darting towards the empty space in Morito's chest and abdomen.

Morito maintained the motion of kicking Kuzan away and used it to step onto Vulture's incoming claw.

Using the force, Morito leaped into the air and landed behind Vulture.

"No. Hurry and leave, you're no match for him!"

Kuzan gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet, drawing Vulture's attention.

Kuzan was already heavily injured by Vulture, and then Morito kicked him away.

Although Morito kicked him to save him, couldn't he have gone a bit easier? His old back was numb!

As expected, Vulture's attention was drawn to Kuzan.

Compared to Morito, an unknown grunt, Vulture was more wary of Kuzan.

Even though Kuzan was heavily injured, he was still an opponent of comparable strength.

Morito's movements were faster, acting before Vulture.

Sensing the anomaly on the battlefield, Vulture immediately flapped his wings and soared high, leaving his original position. However, Morito's target wasn't him.

It was Kuzan!

A palm strike, imbued with Armament Haki, descended.

Kuzan, already heavily injured, never expected Morito to launch a surprise attack. With barely any reaction, he was knocked unconscious by Morito.

Morito grabbed Kuzan by the collar, tossed him backward, and dropped him onto the open ground behind him.

"If you're injured, just lie down properly."

Although Kuzan wasn't fully prepared due to the surprise attack from his own side, being able to knock Kuzan out in one blow...

The Vulture's gaze towards Morito couldn't help but turn serious.

The Reserve Navy uniform was unmistakable, but the strength wasn't that of a grunt; they should be cadets from the Naval Academy, not yet graduated.

It wasn't a secret that the former Admiral Zephyr had retired to the second line to serve as the Naval Academy's head instructor; any pirate crew with a bit of influence would know.

"Who are you?"

"Does it make a difference?"

Hearing this, the Vulture directly transformed into its Hybrid Form, his hands becoming bird wings and his legs becoming bird claws, while his body and bald head remained human.

Marines and pirates were destined to be enemies; there was no choice but to fight.

Screech!

The Vulture, high in the sky, used the momentum of its dive, its sharp claws enhanced with Armament Haki, and fiercely clawed down at Morito on the ice field.

Using the same move over and over again?

Who did he think he was looking down on?

Morito hadn't just been slacking off earlier; he had been observing the Vulture's fighting style. Kuzan and the Vulture had fought for two and a half episodes, and he had already figured out the bald bird's habits.

Soru!

Morito vanished from his spot, using his incredibly fast footwork to evade the Vulture's attack. By the time the Vulture's claws plunged into the ice, he had already reappeared in his original position.

"You think I wasn't prepared?"

The Vulture sneered and swung a wing back.

He had noticed Morito's speed as soon as Morito saved Kuzan. Marine Six Styles: Soru.

There were differences between Soru and Soru.

Morito's Soru wasn't just the instantaneous release of compressed physical strength; it was also combined with a burst of Chakra.

Its speed was incredibly fast.

"So what if I was prepared?"

The Vulture spread its wings, casting a vast shadow as it pressed down, yet Morito's expression remained calm.

Whether it was Gentle Fist or Iron Fist, close-quarters combat was optimal.

Having dodged the Vulture's initial attack and closed the distance, it was now Morito's turn.

Chakra gathered at his fingertips, and his Byakugan peered through the Vulture's wings, seeing its meridians and acupoints.

He didn't use brute force but a subtle technique. Morito followed the direction of the Vulture's descending wing, raising a finger to touch the bird's feathers.

With a gentle stroke, as if caressing the feathers, the Chakra from his fingertip shot into an acupoint on the wing.

The Vulture immediately felt the wing he was using to attack Morito lose control.

One wing drooped powerlessly, and the Vulture, suspended in mid-air, instantly lost its balance, tilting and crashing towards the ice.

The Vulture's reaction was undeniably fast; he slammed a palm onto the ice, shattering the thick layer.

He had forcibly used the strength of his arm to support his tilting body.

Then, with a flip, he sprang back up.

"Impressive skill, but it's time for you to go."

Morito flicked his fingertip through the air, and a Chakra blast, colorless and invisible, shot out and struck the Vulture directly between the eyebrows.

The Vulture's body stiffened, freezing in place as if time had stopped.