Dawn's Style Was All Wrong

The rusty tang of blood filled his mouth, and his upper and lower gums throbbed with agonizing pain.

The intense pain drove Cabron nearly mad.

"You brat! You deserve to die! I'll kill you!!!"

Before Cabron could finish his threat, his teeth already flying everywhere from the beating, and before the longsword in his hand could come down, the arm holding the weapon was seized by overwhelming force. In an instant, the crimson-flowing arm stripped him of his weapon.

Then Cabron felt the world spin as waves of excruciating pain crashed over him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dawn, surrounded by a halo, kept smashing him against the deck as if he were holding a rag doll several sizes larger than himself.

After dozens of savage slams, the deck, already battered by cannon fire, shattered even further beneath Cabron's body.

Bonaparte had been thrown around by Dawn until his head was mush, and both his body and consciousness had long since gone blank.

Dawn took a deep breath, gathering power into his right fist. Empowered by the Red Ring, he drove it viciously toward his opponent's head!

—Crack!

With a clean, sharp sound of bones breaking, the pirate captain was decisively killed by Dawn on the spot!

As Cabron died, a faint snake shadow suddenly appeared within the halo surrounding Dawn, then vanished in an instant.

"This time, it's physique. Not bad." Dawn quietly sensed the sliver of energy returned by Ouroboros. Though tiny enough to seem imperceptible, Dawn could clearly tell what this trace of power had enhanced.

Those too weak could no longer provide him with any feedback. Only people strong enough, or those gifted in certain areas, could give him a little something in return.

Still, the random attributes were quite interesting. During his many experiments on the Boin Archipelago, Dawn had discovered that physique and spirit seemed especially rare.

Whenever his physique increased by even a trace, it felt as though his natural aptitude had improved. Training would raise his physical capabilities even more, as if some inexplicable energy existed within his body.

Though he could not control it yet, Dawn vaguely felt that this hidden power within his body might be Armament Haki.

After all, only physical strength was connected to Armament Haki.

Dawn's Observation Haki training had produced the best results, but as for Armament Haki, he had only grasped the basic concept so far.

As for increased spirit, it made his five senses sharper, as though something were about to break free from an eggshell. Dawn even wondered whether the spirit attribute might also enhance Observation Haki and even Conqueror's Haki.

After all, both of those required spiritual power.

However, compared with strength and speed attributes, those two were far too rare. It was completely random.

But Dawn did not care. Being able to increase strength and speed was already something others could only dream of, and when those two increased, physique improved alongside them as well.

What Dawn needed to do now was keep getting stronger. The stronger he became, the easier it would be to master Haki.

Meanwhile, as Dawn stood beside Cabron's corpse and quietly contemplated things,

the other pirates saw Cabron's death. They could never have imagined that the brat they had been discussing taking hostage one second earlier would become a grim reaper the next.

Their captain's death also caused the other pirates' minds to freeze briefly.

Hina and the others seized the moment while their opponents were distracted, exploiting their openings and taking the initiative.

Amid the smell of scorched wood and blood, Dawn looked at the enemy he had beaten to death beneath his feet without the slightest discomfort.

Dawn had already adapted well to the laws of this world and the cruelty of the battlefield. Since it was a fight to the death, he had to go all out.

As for the whole vomiting-and-getting-used-to-it routine, he had seen plenty of surgery in his previous life. He had long since gone through the stage of getting used to it by vomiting.

Watching his companions fight nearby, Dawn merely stood where he was instead of stepping in to help. He only kept an eye on the surroundings to prevent his companions from running into danger.

"Hey, Dawn, why does it feel like your fighting style is so violent? You clearly don't look like someone with such a berserk fighting style."

After dealing with her opponent, Hina looked at the battered, miserable captain lying beneath Dawn's feet and could not help complaining.

"Yeah, yeah, Dawn fights way too manly! You obviously have such an elegant air about you, but the moment you start fighting, it's like you become a completely different person. I'm a Zoan user, yet you're even more ferocious than me."

Little Tigress Sola was the third to finish her fight. Hearing Hina's complaint, she bounced over to the two of them.

Ever since Dawn had saved Sola's life last time, she had become his little follower. Hearing Hina's words, Sola unconsciously agreed.

Your support abilities are crying, damn it! Someone like you should stay safely in the rear and be a quiet handsome man cheering us on!

And now you're charging in so recklessly! Who's the Zoan user here, huh?! Sola grumbled inwardly.

"I merely used the easiest way to defeat my opponent." Dawn smiled gently. He looked refined and scholarly, and no one could tell that this was the same man who had transformed from refined to beastly in the previous battle.

During the earlier fight, after landing a punch on his opponent's jaw, Dawn had grabbed the arm about to attack him, then used the Red Ring surrounding him to crush the other man with sheer strength.

Seeing that his opponent was weaker than him, Dawn decisively used the method of overwhelming force to instantly finish him off.

This fighting style of "don't hesitate, just charge in" was completely unlike Dawn's usual image. Yet the one thing that remained unchanged was that beneath his violent fighting, Dawn always kept a calm heart.

But there was no denying that the hidden battle instinct within Dawn had been ignited as though it were burning. He enjoyed the thrill and passion brought by combat.

Of course, if Hina and Sola knew what Dawn was thinking, they would definitely complain:

"Isn't he just a battle maniac? Do you think dressing it up in such artistic language can hide the fact that you're a battle maniac?"

Of course, the "artistic youth" Abraham Dawn did not think he was a battle maniac. He had merely come to enjoy fighting—and eating, of course.

Honestly, foodies who lived alone were usually decent cooks. Besides, most young people these days seemed to be born with foodie instincts.

Back on Stomach Baron Island, so many delicious foods had constantly tempted Dawn. Heaven knew how much determination it had taken for him to restrain himself from eating them.

Later, for the sake of staying alive and not becoming an extra meal for Stomach Baron, Dawn had no choice but to make a training plan.

For example, he would allow himself to eat certain things after completing a certain amount of training. In the end, he could not stop himself for the sake of food, training himself to the point of exhaustion, then increasing the workload even further just so he could eat more.

He also often cooked, though most of the dishes Dawn made were Chinese food. Back at the Marine Training Camp, his friends often came over to mooch a meal because of those novel dishes. Whenever they held a gathering, Dawn was always the chef.

Otherwise, did you think Dawn could attract so many future female Marines just by relying on his face?

Uh... it seemed he really could rely entirely on his face... He had just attracted even more after revealing his excellent cooking skills... Ahem.

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