On one of the small islands of Floating Island.
Crocodile stood beneath a flag marked with the number 6, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looked at the people rushing forward to die before him, his eyes full of disdain.
These small fry were hardly worth making him act. MR.1 was more than strong enough to deal with them.
MR.1's entire body transformed into blades. As silver light flashed, he slashed away the people charging toward him one after another, sending blood spraying everywhere.
"Is the sea full of trash like this now?"
Crocodile could not hide the disappointment in his eyes. These people rushing toward him could not even stir his desire to get serious.
But just then, he seemed to sense something. His gaze turned toward another small island floating in the distance.
Countless knives, swords, guns, axes, and other weapons flew toward him, as if controlled by some unseen force.
"Oh? Someone interesting is finally here?"
MR.1, who was fighting nearby, also sensed the incoming attack. Not one for words, he responded to Crocodile's trust with action.
His body leaped into the air, and all ten of his fingers transformed into blades. He swiftly slashed them through the sky.
"Dust Slash!"
In an instant, countless cold flashes shot out, forming a web of slashes that shredded everything before them into countless pieces.
Had the attack succeeded?
Of course not. Under MR.1's astonished gaze, the countless weapons that should have been blocked and cut apart reassembled, merging into a gigantic iron fist that charged toward him.
But MR.1 did not panic. Ever since he had lost to the swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates, he had endured bitter training, and his strength had increased tremendously.
At that moment, his boss's voice came from behind him.
"You go