Within Arlong Park, the air was thick with the acrid stench of scorching and the heavy smell of blood.
The nearly hundred Fish-Men elites who had been packed together moments ago, shouting about tearing the humans apart, had now mostly been reduced to corpses scattered across the ground.
Under the rampage of that lightning, they had not even been given a chance to resist before the black-clad youth slaughtered them like chickens and dogs.
"Is he... is he a demon...?"
The three surviving officers—Six-Sword Style Hachi, Fish-Man Karate Kuroobi, and the kissing Fish-Man Chew.
As they looked at their fallen brethren, a chill that seeped into their bones made even the hands gripping their weapons tremble.
Fear.
This was the first time these Fish-Men, who prided themselves on being a superior race, had felt an emotion called "fear" toward humans.
"What kind of joke is this... What kind of joke is this?!"
From atop the platform, Arlong watched the scene with bloodshot eyes.
The veins bulged across his savage shark face, looking ready to burst.
"What are you doing?! Aren't you all dead yet?!"
Arlong let out a deafening roar, his voice brimming with violent killing intent:
"Officers! Attack! Even if you die, kill every last one of these inferior creatures! Whoever takes even one step back, I'll slaughter him myself!!"
Under their leader's roar, the three officers had no choice but to force themselves to charge at their respective opponents despite their fear.
One side of the battlefield.
"Nyah nyah~ Even if my comrades are dead, killing you will avenge them!"
The octopus Fish-Man Hachi swung the six heavy swords in his hands, each weighing several hundred pounds, and looked mockingly at the swaying Zoro before him.
"Hey, hey, swordsman. Looks like you can barely stay on your