"Are all rookies these days... this rude?"
Moria's fury ignited instantly. He was not the sort of make-believe pirate who paid no attention to the outside world. He read the papers and kept an eye on the latest bounty posters. Dawn's bounty was only 70 million Beli, utterly insignificant in his eyes.
Having the scar in his heart so bluntly exposed by a rookie like this instantly enraged him. He had already been brooding over the matter, his heart filled with pain and self-reproach.
"Let this senior teach you what manners are!"
Bang!
The ground exploded as though struck by a massive hammer, dirt and grass clippings flying everywhere. Moria's enormous body shot forward at a speed utterly disproportionate to his size. Almost the instant the sound rang out, he had crossed dozens of meters and appeared abruptly before Dawn.
The enormous longsword in his hand tore through the air, descending with a shrill howl.
The air wailed like cloth being forcibly ripped apart in the blade's wake. Fierce gusts swept out to either side, and a trace of Armament Haki silently emerged over the edge.
Moria was very confident. Although he admitted that years of decadence and neglecting training had caused his physical condition and Haki to decline, he believed that his Armament Haki slash was not something a mere brat with a 70 million Beli bounty could withstand.
This strike was enough to split this ignorant brat in half!
However, just as the blade was about to touch Dawn's head, Moria's pupils suddenly contracted.
He could clearly feel that his certain killing blow seemed to have cut into an invisible, highly resilient swamp. Its speed inevitably slowed, held back by a strange force field.
"Hm?!"
Moria was startled, but his battle-hardened instincts immediately kicked in. The muscles in