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The two members of the CP Organization protecting Saint Charlos weren't from CP0, the highest-ranking branch, but from CP3.
Compared to CP9, whose members were stronger fighters and generally had to master all Six Styles to join, CP3 was more like a reserve force.
CP3 members also learned the Six Styles, but generally mastered only some of them, unlike CP9 members, who had to master them all.
A blade flashed through the night at an extremely tricky angle. The CP3 agent, who had been standing guard with a stern expression, suddenly felt alarm bells ringing inside him for no apparent reason. Instinctively, he used the technique he trusted most: Iron Body!
Almost at the same moment, the blade grew larger and larger in the CP3 agent's vision before dropping onto his shoulder and slicing down across his chest.
As the blade fell, the CP3 agent had been wearing a confident expression. Although he hadn't noticed his opponent's sneak attack at all, the Six Styles' Iron Body made his body as hard as steel. Ordinary swords couldn't hurt him.
In the Pirate World, never be too confident in your Iron Body. It had practically become a universal rule, much like how Amaterasu from the world next door could never burn anyone to death.
Unfortunately, the CP3 agent didn't understand that. His confident expression quickly froze, then turned to shock.
As Wood's long blade struck his Iron Body, a second burst of force erupted from the blade. A