I am the genius of this unit, Gion's partner!

As Darren began his charge, he took a long, powerful stride forward. The ground beneath his feet shuddered violently, caving in as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, sending soil flying in every direction.

Under the eruption of such superhuman strength, Darren became like a cannonball fired from its chamber, shrouded in a violent gale as he lunged forward in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, Vinsmoke Judge felt a suffocating pressure rushing toward him, a bone-chilling cold creeping up his spine as if he had been targeted by a colossal Sea King.

The murderous intent radiating from the Marine Captain was like that of a demon risen from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; even the sea breeze seemed to carry the metallic tang of slaughter.

"Kill him!! Take him down for me!!"

Recalling the rumors of this Marine's brutal methods for suppressing pirates, Vinsmoke Judge's eyes bloodshot, he shrieked the order.

As his voice fell, dozens of Clone Soldiers surrounding them snatched up their weapons and charged at Darren.

Two gleaming longswords swung down toward him, but Darren's lips curled into a smirk as he shifted his body slightly.

The sharp blades whistled past his frame.

In the moment they crossed paths, The Marine Captain's hands, like spears cast from steel, transformed into blades, piercing into the throats of two Clone Soldiers with terrifying speed.

Squelch!!

Bright red blood sprayed into the air, and the pupils of the Clone Soldiers rapidly dimmed.

Without a moment's hesitation, Having easily dispatched the two in front of him, Darren surged forward again like a tiger released from its cage.

With a physique whose defense rivaled "Iron Body," he slammed into the ranks of the Clone Soldiers, tearing through them like a tiger into a flock of sheep, his momentum unstoppable.

From a distance, The dense army of Clone Soldiers had the Marine Captain completely surrounded, yet from the center of the encirclement came the constant sound of flesh being torn and bones being snapped.

The warm corpses of the Clone Soldiers, accompanied by sprays of blood, were constantly sent flying from the crowd, collapsing one after another.

In less than ten seconds, the earth had been dyed red with blood, and fragments of bodies lay scattered everywhere.

On the warship, Gion and Gion's partner watched this scene from afar, their hearts shaken and their faces filled with horror.

At this moment, Darren seemed to have transformed into an efficient, precise killing machine.

Wherever he passed, those Clone Soldiers—whose physical constitutions were several times stronger than the average person—could not withstand his monstrous physique and ferocious close-quarters combat for even a second; they died the moment he touched them.

It was a clean sweep... every part of Darren's body had become a lethal weapon, harvesting lives at an astonishing speed like a gale sweeping away fallen leaves.

Bullets, steel blades, battle-axes, longswords... all manner of weapons struck his body, yet it was as if they had struck solid steel, sending sparks flying and leaving behind nothing more than shallow red marks.

The blood-drenched Marine Captain laughed wantonly, his snow-white cape of justice stained a deep, vivid crimson.

"That guy... he's enjoying the thrill of the slaughter."

Gion stared blankly at the Marine Captain's wild, savage grin, her mind involuntarily flashing back to the scene at the training grounds yesterday.

Faced with her "Iron-Cutting" swordsmanship, Darren had chosen to take it head-on.

Now it seemed he wasn't just arrogant about his physical defense; he was genuinely enjoying the feeling of life hanging by a thread, indulging in the carnage!!

"This... he really is a lunatic!"

Gion bit her lip, unable to stop herself from cursing under her breath.

Beside her, Gion's partner glanced at Gion, seeing her lost in thought as she stared at Darren's back.

Suddenly realizing something, he turned his head and shouted hurriedly at Momonga:

"Quick!! We need to get in there too!!!"

"I'm going to go beat Vinsmoke Judge into the dirt!!"

Momonga paused, puzzled as to why the usually lazy oaf had suddenly become so proactive, and instinctively replied:

"Are you sure? Captain Darren doesn't like us interfering in his fights."

"He's enjoying himself right now... and according to our intelligence, the commander of Germa 66, Vinsmoke Judge, is quite powerful. The high-tech weapons he's developed—"

Before he could finish, his collar was grabbed by Gion's partner.

The latter's face flushed red as he snarled viciously:

"Damn it, Momonga!! Who do you think I am!!"

"I am a genius of the Headquarters, Gion's partner is the name!!"

"How could a mere Germa 66 possibly be a match for me!?"

He released his grip and spun around abruptly, his small eyes darting toward Gion before he looked toward the direction of Germa 66 with a righteous air, chuckling in a deliberately deep voice:

"This feeling of blood boiling... it's been a long time since I've felt this..."

"I never expected that even in the North Blue, someone would be able to put this genius under such pressure."

Watching the "dashing" figure of Gion's partner, Momonga's mouth twitched.

He waved his hand helplessly, making a military gesture.

The Marines immediately sprang into action, the warship's engines roaring to full power as it accelerated toward the fleet of the Germa Kingdom.

On the other side.

Clang!!

A crisp sound rang out, like the clash of gold and iron.

Several steel blades struck Darren's chest heavily, sparks flying as they snapped upon impact.

The Clone Soldiers before him stared at the broken blades in their hands, a flicker of bewilderment in their eyes.

Although Vinsmoke Judge had stripped them of their sense of pain, fear of death, and capacity for betrayal, their basic emotions remained.

Yet, they simply could not comprehend why the body of the man before them was harder than the weapons they had forged from refined steel!

And it was clearly evident that compared to the beginning, this Marine's physical defense... had become even stronger!

"That's about enough... As expected, real combat is the best way to improve one's strength."

Darren suddenly laughed.

Through the perception of his "Insight" talent, he could feel that after the recent round of slaughter, his physique and strength had risen significantly—especially his physique, which had now broken through the 60-point threshold!

"Time to get down to business."

With his physique raised to 60 points, facing the attacks of the Clone Soldiers no longer yielded any significant improvement.

Furthermore, these guys had been stripped of the emotion of fear; they knew no fatigue and feared no death. Continuing to tangle with them was merely a waste of time.

Thinking this, Darren licked his somewhat chapped lips.

A sharp whistling sound erupted from behind him.

Several Clone Soldiers leaped high into the air, steel blades gripped in their hands, slashing down toward Darren's neck.

But the next second, They discovered in astonishment that the long blades they had swung stopped dead in their tracks, still a palm's width away from the back of Darren's head.

Hummmmm...

A silence, suppressed to the extreme, enveloped the surroundings.

The long blades suspended in mid-air trembled incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound.

Then, No one saw the Marine Captain make a single move.

Yet, the earth beneath their feet suddenly shifted!

Steel bars rose from the ground like giant black pythons, intertwining and twisting as if they were living creatures, forming a dense, black web that descended upon the Clone Soldiers.

They didn't even have time to react before their bodies were completely bound by the crisscrossing, twisted steel, and subsequently dragged down alive.

The steel bars locked their bodies in place, both ends driven deep into the ruined ground, tightening with every passing moment.

Under the horrified, near-frozen gaze of Vinsmoke Judge, Centered on Darren's position, hundreds of Clone Soldiers within a hundred-meter radius

Had all been bound by the steel bars "growing" from the earth, which continued to constrict.

Blood gushed out in torrents as the rusted steel bars sliced through their skin and flesh.

In just a few seconds, Scarlet blood flowed across the ground; their bodies were pierced and snapped by the tangled, twisting steel, with various organs spilling out everywhere.

The entire battlefield fell into a sudden silence.

The supreme commander of the North Blue Marines stood amidst a ruin of blood-red corpses, Countless steel bars dancing wildly around him like black serpents, Looking like a devil who had walked out of hell.