Goodbye, Dragon

Smoker was grabbed by the head and slammed into the ground. His skull buzzed as the blow left him dazed.

He struggled to open his blood-covered eyes, his vision obstructed, and looked up at the man above him with disbelief and confusion in his gaze.

"Y-You're a... Haki... user..."

He had never imagined that he would encounter someone in the East Blue who could use Haki—and that person had subdued him in a single move. The gap in their strength was fundamental.

Oak rolled his eyes. These Logia users outside the New World all relied on elementalization and had no idea how vast the world was.

"You really think you're invincible?"

He pressed down on Smoker's head. Whether it was this guy or Crocodile, they both liked to cling to their enemies while relying on their Logia immunity to physical attacks. They had no idea that this was the stupidest thing they could do. If they encountered an opponent who could use Haki and was better at hand-to-hand combat, they could easily be taken out in one wave.

The truly smart people in the New World never did that. No matter who their opponent was, they would first stay at a distance and use elemental attacks to probe them. Who would stupidly rush in and stick to their opponent from the start?

"You've got some nerve. Stopping me once wasn't enough? After I warned you, you still dared to stop me a second time. Who gave you the courage?"

"Sengoku?"

Oak held Smoker's head and smashed it into the ground again and again, cracking the ground across the surrounding area. Smoker's breathing grew weaker and weaker.

"Whew—"

A green hurricane swept through, throwing all of Loguetown into turmoil as countless objects flew wildly through the air.

Oak suddenly turned around.