"...Let's see whether your Fish-Man teeth are harder, or my bones are."
Lei En's casual tone, as though he were discussing the weather, combined with the hundreds of Fish-Men sprawled across the ground and foaming at the mouth, created an extremely eerie and terrifying contrast.
Arlong looked at his comrades who had been instantly defeated, and cold sweat broke out across his forehead, soaking his back in an instant.
The Fish-Man Empire he had been so proud of was nothing more than a ridiculous sandcastle before this man.
But he was Arlong!
The captain of the Arlong Pirates, who saw Fish-Men as the supreme race and humans as mere insects!
He could be defeated by monsters in the New World, but he could never bow his head to some human brat who had barely grown any hair in this rookie village of the East Blue!
"Stop pretending to be mysterious, inferior human!"
Arlong's saw-toothed face twisted grotesquely with extreme fury and humiliation.
He let out a crazed, rabid roar.
"We Fish-Men are born with more than ten times the arm strength of you humans! We are the beloved children of the sea!"
"Don't think knocking out my men with some kind of sorcery means you can defeat me!"
Arlong suddenly turned around and grabbed the massive executioner's blade embedded in the nearby ruins—a gigantic sword made of countless serrated teeth, Kiribachi!
The blade was over two meters long and incredibly heavy, yet in the grip of his astonishing strength, he wielded it as lightly as a reed.
"I'll chop you into meat paste and feed you to the Sea Kings!"
"Die!!!"
Arlong violently kicked off the ground, his overwhelming explosive power shattering the bluestone paving beneath his feet!
His enormous body became a blue afterimage, carrying a nauseating fishy stench