Punching Kizaru!

Kahn pointed at the Sun in the sky.

"I like that name."

"Because in this world, aside from me, no one deserves to represent the Sun."

"Since you used that name, you owe me a favor."

What kind of bandit logic was that?

Fisher Tiger was somewhat dumbfounded.

But he could tell that this young man bore him no ill will.

"You want me to work for you?" Fisher Tiger asked tentatively.

"No rush."

Kahn waved a hand.

"You're too weak right now. You can't even beat a few watchdogs."

"Come talk to me about working for me once you can truly turn this sea upside down."

Dense footsteps sounded in the distance.

A large number of Marine soldiers and even more CP Agents were rushing over.

Several extremely powerful presences were even mixed among them.

It seemed the Five Elders really were desperate.

"All right, the reunion ends here."

Kahn turned toward the pursuing forces surging toward them.

"Take this bunch of deadweight and get the hell out of here."

"There's a ship waiting for you below the cliff, right?"

Fisher Tiger nodded.

Jinbe and the others were indeed waiting below.

"Then... what about you?"

Fisher Tiger looked at Kahn's back, his feelings complicated.

A human.

And he was actually staying behind to cover the Fish-Men's retreat?

"Me?"

Kahn rolled his neck, producing a string of crackling pops like bursting beans.

His eyes glowed red once more, and every cell in his body cheered with excitement.

"I happened to skip breakfast."

"I'll use these guys for a warm-up."

"And while I'm at it, I'll send a message to those five old bastards."

Kahn turned back and grinned at Fisher Tiger.

That smile was even more dazzling than the midday sun.

"From now on, I call the shots on this Red Line."

Fisher Tiger was deeply shaken.

He gave the young man's back a long look, as though he wanted to carve this scene into his soul.

"No words can repay such a great favor!"

"If I, Fisher Tiger, survive, this life is yours!"

With that said.

Fisher Tiger no longer hesitated.

He hoisted those children onto his shoulders, called to the remaining slaves, and resolutely leaped off the towering cliff.

Listening to the splash from below, Kahn nodded in satisfaction.

The seed had already been planted.

Next came the harvest.

He turned around and faced the World Government elites flooding toward him like a tide.

The one in front wore a white coat and carried an extraordinary presence.

The commander of CP0?

Kahn yawned.

He raised a finger and pointed at the sky.

"Hey, you pieces of trash over there."

"Have you ever seen a real Solar Flare?"

The next second.

Above Mary Geoise.

A golden light so brilliant that no one could look directly at it blazed into existence.

It was the absolute violence of Kryptonians.

The fires in Mary Geoise were still burning.

Those exquisite buildings that normally stood high above all others now resembled piles of firewood drenched in oil.

Kahn floated three feet above the ground.

The air around him was trembling wildly at a bizarre frequency.

It was a little trick he had learned in space.

He used the high-frequency vibrations of the Bio-Force Field to refract all surrounding light.

To outsiders, he looked like a humanoid heat source covered in mosaic blur.

They could not make out his features, distinguish his build, or even see the color of his clothes, which had become nothing more than a hazy gray shadow.

"Open fire! Don't let him get away!"

The remaining several dozen agents in black suits finally came to their senses.

Since Heat Vision was terrifying, they would bury him under sheer numbers.

That was the World Government's usual logic.

Dozens of heavy flintlock guns designed for agents spewed fire simultaneously.

They fired specially made lead rounds mixed with trace amounts of Seastone powder, designed to counter ability users.

The bullets wove a black net, intending to tear that blurred figure apart completely.

Kahn did not move.

He did not even raise an eyelid.

He merely clasped his hands behind his back casually, as if strolling through his own backyard.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A barrage of impacts rang out.

Those bullets, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, struck the vibrating field surrounding Kahn's body as if they had crashed into an impenetrable wall.

Their warheads were instantly compressed into flat iron discs.

Then they fell feebly onto the hard ground of the Red Line.

"That's it?"

Kahn's voice, filtered through the force field, carried a metallic echo.

It was slightly distorted, but dripping with mockery.

"Monster... is this guy an Iron Balloon?"

A CP Agent's gun fell from his hand.

He had never seen anything like this in his life.

No Haki, no Devil Fruit ability—he was tanking specially made bullets with his bare body alone?

"Now that you're done shooting, it's my turn."

Kahn took a step forward.

That single step crossed space.

The agent who had dropped his gun only saw a blur before his eyes.

Then a huge, indistinct hand pressed directly onto the crown of his head.

"In your next life, don't be a Celestial Dragon's dog."

Splat!

It was like crushing an overripe tomato.

Before the red and white matter could even spatter, the heat of Kahn's palm vaporized it directly.

The surrounding agents broke down.

This was not a battle at all.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

"Spread out! Use Six Powers Combat!"

The agent leader was still screaming orders.

But he quickly realized he was wrong.

Before absolute speed, every technique was merely a fancy trick.

Kahn's figure darted through the crowd.

Every time he paused, someone fell.

Either with a collapsed breastbone or a broken neck.

Simple, direct, efficient.

There were no unnecessary movements.

In less than half a minute.

Not a single living thing besides Kahn remained standing by the cliff.

Kahn patted the nonexistent dust from his hands.

Boring.

Too boring.

This was the so-called CP Organization?

Aside from that masked commander, who could barely take a couple of hits, the rest were not even as tough as the wild boars in the back hills of Foosha Village.

Just as Kahn was about to turn and leave.

His brow rose slightly as he looked toward the sky overhead.

"Oh, someone worth looking at finally showed up."

There were no clouds in the sky.

Yet a dazzling point of light appeared.

That point rapidly grew larger, carrying a suffocating pressure.

In an instant, golden radiance eclipsed the Sun.

All the flames seemed dim and lifeless at that moment.

A slender figure slowly gathered in midair amid particles of light that filled the sky.

A yellow pinstriped suit, a Justice cape fluttering loudly.

Behind amber sunglasses was a face that looked somewhat lecherous, yet exuded extreme danger.

Marine Headquarters' Borsalino.

The future admiral, Kizaru.

"Ooh~ how scary."

With his hands in his pockets and lips pursed, Borsalino looked at the corpses covering the ground.

His tone was drawn out and sluggish, like a middle-aged man who had just woken up.

"Young people these days are so violent, killing CP people this cleanly."

Though he claimed to be scared.

There was not the slightest hint of amusement in the eyes behind those sunglasses.

There was only icy killing intent.

The Celestial Dragons had been attacked, and the slaves had been freed.

This was an incident that would utterly disgrace Marine Headquarters.

"Are you that Fish-Man's accomplice?"

Borsalino tilted his head and looked at the blurred figure below.

He tried to use Observation Haki to penetrate that layer of disguise.

But to his surprise.

His Haki was actually bounced away by those bizarre vibrations.

He could not see through it.

Not at all.

"Accomplice would be overstating it."

Kahn looked up at the shining figure.

Every cell in his body greedily breathed it in.

Light.

Pure, high-energy light particles.

For others, it was deadly laser light.

But for Kryptonians, this was practically a hearty meal delivered right to their door.

"I'm just a helpful passerby. I couldn't stand the sight of these dogs throwing their weight around."

Kahn spread his hands.

"A helpful citizen?"

Borsalino laughed in anger.

He raised his right leg in midair.

Dazzling golden light frantically gathered around his ankle.

The entire space began to distort under that terrifying energy.

"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

Before his words had even faded.

Borsalino had already vanished.

That was the Glint-Glint Fruit.

In the early days of this Great Pirate Era, it practically represented an unbeatable speed.

The next second.

A radiant foot appeared beside Kahn's temple.

Fast.

So fast that even the retinas could not react in time.

If it had been the old Kahn, he might truly have found it troublesome.

But now, he had basked beneath the Sun for nine whole years.

Nine years of stored energy.

Nine years of evolution.

Kahn did not dodge.

He merely raised his left arm casually and blocked the side of his head.

Boom—!

The tremendous explosion resounded through the skies.

The violent shockwave directly shaved three inches off the ground within dozens of meters.

Dust billowed everywhere.

Borsalino's figure re-formed in midair.

The laziness on his face vanished.

In its place was profound astonishment.

Because in his field of vision.

That blurry figure was still standing exactly where it had been.

His feet had not shifted even a single centimeter.

Kahn lowered his left arm and shook his slightly numb wrist.

"Not bad force."

"It's just that this light... tastes a little bland."

Kahn grinned.

Though no one could see his expression, the mockery in his voice overflowed.

At the instant of contact just now, he had absorbed most of the energy from that kick.

The feeling was like taking a gulp of ice-cold Sprite in the middle of a blazing summer day.

Refreshing!

"Taste?"

Borsalino pushed up his sunglasses.

He felt that he had run into a madman.

"Since you like light, I'll give you a little more."

Borsalino crossed his hands before his chest.

His thumbs and index fingers formed circles.

Countless blinding light bullets took shape at his fingertips.

"Yasakani Sacred Jewel!"