Fish-Man Race.
They were a unique race that had always lived on Fish-Man Island. They were called unique because they differed greatly from ordinary humans, Giants, and similar races.
Though they possessed roughly human forms, most of their "fish" characteristics remained.
In this world, perhaps only the Mink Tribe could be considered a "similar" race to the Fish-Man Race. Fish-men and merfolk were the greatest outsiders in human society. Compared to other races, they seemed even more alien.
"Sorry?"
"I will never trust humans again!"
Kyros's gentle words failed to earn the Sea Bass Fish-Man's trust. After a brief moment of confusion, the red-skinned Sea Bass Fish-Man let out a low roar, then charged straight at Kyros. He raised his fist and smashed it viciously toward Kyros's head.
Back on the pirate ship, the Sea Bass Fish-Man had witnessed Kyros's strength. He knew that if he turned his back and fled in panic against such an opponent, he would never escape successfully. Only by subduing his opponent would he have any chance of gaining true freedom.
He had seen smooth-talking humans like this before.
Beneath those hypocritical faces lay evils chilling enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Marines?
They were humans in the end. Ever since leaving Fish-Man Island, he had seen far too much of humanity's greed and wickedness!
The Sea Bass Fish-Man was powerfully built, his body covered in solid muscles. It was clear that he had trained regularly in the past.
An ordinary fish-man possessed ten times the arm strength of an ordinary human. The Sea Bass Fish-Man had trained year-round, and his strength was simply beyond comparison with that of ordinary humans. Even without combat techniques like Haki, the power unleashed by his body alone could not be underestimated.
The only reason he had