Werther's Sword Aura struck Lucky Roux square in his round belly.
What happened next was unexpected. Lucky Roux's belly caved in beneath the blow.
It was as if the attack had been a shield bash, not a blade of Sword Aura.
Thump.
Then came an even stranger sound. Lucky Roux thrust out his belly and sent Werther's Sword Aura flying back.
Werther froze, his mouth twitching. What kind of fighting style was this?
He would not have been this surprised if Lucky Roux had simply blocked the attack without a scratch.
But Lucky Roux had used the fat on his belly to bounce it away.
Then something even more astonishing happened. As though Lucky Roux had deliberately aimed it, the Sword Aura flew toward the Beasts Pirates.
It sliced through several of their members in an instant. Their severed bodies twitched on the soft sand for a while before they died.
"I didn't mean to do that. But it looks like you just killed your own comrades."
Lucky Roux nudged the small, round sunglasses on his nose, a gleeful smile on his face.
"Let me correct you. They aren't my comrades. I don't care how many of them die."
Werther smiled too. Lucky Roux thought he could make him feel guilty and create an opening? That was wishful thinking.
"A man who doesn't value his comrades won't last long at sea."
When Lucky Roux saw that Werther did not care, he switched to mockery.
"Is that so? Then is this one your comrade?"
As he spoke, Werther flashed in front of a member of the Red Hair Pirates.
"Viburn, look out!"
Lucky Roux's pupils contracted. He shouted a warning, but it was too late.
Blood erupted like a fountain. His comrade had become a headless corpse, left standing rigidly where