The Might of a Single Punch

Arlong struggled desperately in Oak's grip, but the hand holding him was like a vise. No matter how he fought, it did not budge. At that moment, Arlong deeply realized the gap between himself and the man before him.

They were not opponents on the same level at all!

Having once roamed the Grand Line, he knew he had encountered a true powerhouse. He could not help but feel afraid.

When he heard the other man ask, "Do you know Barbel?" he instinctively shook his head.

Barbel?

Who was that? He did not know him at all!

The moment that thought surfaced in Arlong's mind, Oak shot him a disdainful glance.

"You don't even know Barbel? How did you survive all these years on Fish-Man Island? Useless trash!"

Without the slightest mercy, Oak crushed him in one grip.

Bang!

Arlong's head burst like a watermelon.

Oak had originally intended to ask Arlong how his former companion Barbel had fared during the decades he had been gone. But since Arlong did not know Barbel, there was naturally no point in keeping such trash alive. Oak simply chose to kill him.

With disgust, Oak casually tossed aside Arlong's corpse, its entire head crushed. After looking around and finding nothing suitable to wipe his hands on, he wiped his blood-covered hand on Nami's chest.

Nami, who had been staring blankly, felt something strange against her chest and finally snapped back to her senses.

"Y-you... what are you doing?"

Watching Oak use her T-shirt as a rag, she had wanted to scold him. But when she saw Arlong's miserable end, her confidence suddenly vanished. Her voice grew softer and softer until it was nearly inaudible, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Arlong's death had simply shocked her too deeply. In her eyes, the arrogant