But... could they really get away?
When the weak faced the strong, their escape still depended on whether the strong truly intended to let them go.
Aboard the Freedom, the Ahua Trio watched the fleeing pirates below, mockery gleaming in their eyes.
"You think you can run? Not that easily."
All three vaulted over the railing at once and dropped down.
They were only about ten meters above the ground, barely more than a small drop to them.
Their bodies swelled as they fell. By the time they landed, all three had become towering figures four meters tall.
They stood before more than a thousand pirates like three walls. No matter how fiercely the pirates surged forward, they did not budge.
"Yohoho! I'll head down and stretch my bones too."
Brook laughed, tucked his left hand behind his back, and twirled his sword cane in his right. Then he easily leaped over the railing and drifted down.
He had not fought once since boarding the Freedom, and he had long been itching for action.
Whenever they encountered pirate crews at sea, A-Luo finished them off from a distance with a few shots. Even when Brook wanted to fight, he never got the chance.
Now things were different. There were more than enough pirates below for him to fight.
He might have been a musician, but he was no weakling.
Although his swordsmanship had fallen below the level of a Swordmaster after he became a skeleton, combined with the unique chill of his Revive-Revive Fruit, it still packed a deadly punch.
He might have been old, but he was young at heart!
Kuta paid no attention to the Ahua Trio or Brook. The three enemies below were strong, but with radishes to replenish their stamina, the Ahua Trio should not suffer