Prehistoric Island

Bullets tore through the air.

Nearly a hundred Marines opened fire at once, their shots weaving a net through the air as they sped toward the figure above the mast.

"I haven't even made a move yet. Why are you so eager to strike back?"

Lin Nuo casually swung his blade.

Every bullet that reached him froze in midair, then clattered onto the deck.

The Marines on deck were stunned.

The next second.

A Marine soldier at the very front suddenly rolled his eyes back and fell stiffly backward.

Then came the second, the third...

One Marine after another collapsed across the deck, their eyes rolled back and foam spilling from their mouths.

In less than three seconds, the only one still standing on the entire warship's deck was Rear Admiral Star-Nosed Mole, bracing himself with one hand on the ground and trembling all over.

"Con... Conqueror's Haki..."

He forced the words through clenched teeth, veins bulging on his forehead as he tried to raise his head beneath the crushing pressure.

Those brown eyes were looking down at him.

Lin Nuo had not actually intended to fight.

While still out at sea, he had already used the Voice of All Things to catch every conversation aboard this warship.

It seemed their main target was a pirate crew called Dorum. Encountering him had merely been a coincidence.

But since they had met, and the other side had clearly recognized him...

He could not let them leave so easily.

Star-Nosed Mole's hand had just reached for his sword hilt.

A black shadow flashed.

He did not even see how Lin Nuo vanished from atop the mast.

He only felt a precise, blunt strike to the back of his neck before his vision went completely dark.

Thud.

Lin Nuo landed on the deck,