Overwhelming! Uchiha Kei's Mockery
A pirate swung his sword from the side, but before the blade could fall, his wrist was grabbed by a hand covered in Armament Haki. Then his knee was kicked and shattered, and he screamed as he fell to his knees.
The pirates attempted to surround and attack, only to discover that every attack they made was anticipated by the enemy—not by Observation Haki, but by those scarlet eyes.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan broke down their muscle tremors, the flow of their breath, and the point of their gaze into precise pre-rehearsals of movement.
The Night Owl Guard ' counterattacks struck precisely when their old strength was exhausted and their new strength had not yet been generated.
Drox, clutching his still-bleeding mouth and nose, watched helplessly as his combat captains joined forces to attack a Night Owl Guard. Three swords slashed down simultaneously from three directions, their angles tricky and their coordination impeccable.
However, the Uchiha merely turned slightly to the side. The first slash grazed the hem of his clothes, the second was deflected by the back of his hand Armament Haki Hardening, and the third—before the third slash even landed, the pirate wielding the sword froze in place.
It wasn't that he was under Genjutsu; he was pinned to the spot by the murderous intent surging in those Sharingan.
The next second, the Tachi swept across, and the three captains were sent flying backwards at the same time, their chests split open with almost identical Black Blade.
Thirty against one thousand.
This wasn't a battle; it was a crushing defeat.
The Uchiha Night Owl Guard all Kage Level fighters, each possessing Two-Color Haki. Their Genjutsu and dynamic vision, enhanced by their Three-Tomoe Sharingan, render any encirclement attack ineffective.
In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, numbers are merely a meaningless statistic.
Drox's back slammed against the ship's side, the Sawtooth axe still clutched in his hand, but it felt as heavy as lead.
His gaze swept past the one-sided slaughter, past the ruthless, harvesting movements of those ashen figures, and finally landed on the middle-aged man standing on the sea, who had never personally intervened—
Uchiha Kei, with a bounty of 1.87 billion Beli, stood there quietly, his Tachi still sheathed.
Drox watched helplessly as his crew fell one after another.
There was no bloodshed, no severed limbs, only dull thuds of people falling to the ground and the sounds of snoring rising and falling—the group of Tachi -white figures struck with great precision, using the back of their katanas and the Kunai side of their kunai, each blow hitting the edge of a vital spot with just enough force to knock someone unconscious, but never fatal.
Thirty people, facing a pirate crew of over a thousand, were not overwhelmed. Instead, they were like thirty precise scalpels, dissecting, peeling away, and felling the thousand-strong crew layer by layer Vice Admiral the chaos.
They were holding back; they were holding back from beginning to end.
Arrogance. Drox spat out the word through gritted teeth.
Those damned Uchiha are arrogant to the core—they're not here to fight, they're here to carry out executions.
Capture alive, execute in public, slice to death—every word spoken by the leader Uchiha Kei, was spoken with utmost seriousness, and they were carrying out those words in the most humiliating way.
"Damn it! Damn it! You arrogant bastards! I'll fight you to the death!" Drox forcibly suppressed the weakness caused by the disease that was still eroding his internal organs. Armament Haki spread from his arms to the axe blade, coating the Sawtooth battle axe with a layer of iron-black luster. He charged towards Uchiha Kei like a bull driven to the brink of despair.
Several Night Owl Guard members glanced at him indifferently along the way before continuing to deal with the pirates at hand, as if this pirate with a bounty of nine hundred million was nothing more than a Nezumi running past his feet.
Drox was secretly delighted.
These idiots actually ignored him.
If we can take down this leader—that arrogant middle-aged man who hasn't even drawn his Tachi since the start of the war—he might not be that strong at all.
If I can coerce him, I still have a chance to turn the tables.
A dark red light exploded without warning, turning half of the dock into a blood-stained color.
A massive skeletal arm emerged from the void, its joints distinct and its five fingers spread wide. With a gentle grip, it blocked the battle axe imbued with Armament Haki in mid-air.
The deafening clang of metal striking metal made Drox's hand go numb, and he almost dropped the axe handle.
Immediately afterwards, a dark red, half-skeleton giant slowly rose from behind Uchiha Kei, about thirty meters tall, which was only the first form of Susanoo.
"Have you had enough?" Uchiha Kei stood between the ribs of Susanoo, not even pulling his hand out of his sleeve, coldly looking down at the bewildered pirate before him.
That's right, from above.
Drox was over three meters tall, Uchiha Kei only about 1.8 meters tall, but at this moment Drox truly felt that the other was looking down at him.
It's not a perspective, it's an attitude.
That condescending indifference was like looking at a bug that had hit a wall but refused to turn back.
Susanoo's skeletal arm tightened suddenly, gripping Drox tightly in its palm.
The pirate with a bounty of 900 million was now like a beetle with its wings pinched, its legs kicking futilely in the air. Its Armament Haki shattered completely in less than three seconds before the absolute power of Susanoo it. Its bones were being squeezed inch by inch, making a cracking sound.
"Ugh--Stop! Stop now! I surrender! I'm willing to be the Uchiha Clan's lackey! Please spare my life!" Drox's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his voice changed from a roar to a plea.
Uchiha Kei's Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated in the dark red light. His voice was calm and indifferent, as if stating a simple fact. "Dogs? Dogs also need to obey. A bunch of ignorant bastards, do they even deserve to be the lackeys of the Uchiha Clan?"
Susanoo's skeletal arms suddenly contracted.
With a shrill, distorted scream, all of Drox's bones were crushed at the same time. His already extremely weak body completely lost its ability to resist, and he collapsed like a lump of mud in the bone palm.
In truth, given his abilities, he shouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat.
However, Itsumade's illness had already deprived him of more than 70% of his fighting power before he even made a move, and even with his desperate resistance, he could only exert 50% of his usual strength.
The reason why Uchiha Kei activated Susanoo was simply because Natsu repeatedly emphasized in every meeting that at least basic safety must be guaranteed at all times.
The Susanoo, with its strongest defensive capabilities, naturally became the first line of defense.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even bother to activate Susanoo.
There might be a slightly less polished chapter later on, and as compensation, I'll add an extra chapter to apologize to you all, but that's necessary.
I want to create a character design for the main character.
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