Whether She Was Qualified (Continued)

Xia Le paid no attention to what Foxy was thinking. He was considering how to extract the fruit intact.

As a pirate, Foxy was no good man. He had committed plenty of atrocities.

Xia Le would feel no guilt about executing him or imposing some other punishment.

The slapstick and comedy in the anime had merely downplayed these villains' crimes.

In the real world, most pirates had unquestionably earned a death sentence through their actions.

"Who should get the fruit?"

Xia Le fell into thought.

The Slow-Slow Fruit was undoubtedly a ridiculously powerful Paramecia ability. Once its user grew strong enough to awaken it, an area-wide Slow-Slow Beam could create a pocket of frozen spacetime.

That would be little different from stopping time. It was an extraordinarily powerful ability.

Xia Le had no intention of eating it himself. With three types of Devil Fruit powers already gathered in him, another would do little to improve his strength.

Giving it to one of his strongest subordinates would undoubtedly make the most of it.

"Smoker would be a good choice."

"He still hasn't eaten a Devil Fruit. As for the Smoke-Smoke Fruit, someone else in the Marines seems to have eaten it."

Xia Le felt no regret about that.

The Smoke-Smoke Fruit? Not even a dog would eat it. It belonged right alongside Ace's Flame-Flame Fruit.

Suddenly, Xia Le raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

He sensed an unfamiliar presence carried to him on the wind from afar.

His Observation Haki spread in an instant, bringing the distant duel between swordsmen into view.

"The World's Greatest Swordsman."

"Dracule Mihawk."

He murmured the name, a wistful look crossing his face.

"The young people from back then have caught up."

"The times really have changed."

Rumble!

The sky itself trembled. Clouds churned,