"Aaaaah!"
Agonizing pain shot through Arlong's skull, and he screamed.
"You damned piece of shit, how dare you..."
Enduring the sharp, searing pain, Arlong tried to spit out a few threats.
But the newcomer simply grabbed his jaw.
With a crack, his jaw was crushed to pieces.
His muffled screams grew even more frantic.
But with his jaw destroyed, Arlong could no longer speak.
And it did not end there. The newcomer grabbed Arlong by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
Then, with two heavy stomps, he crushed both of Arlong's legs into a bloody mist.
Next, he bent down, seized Arlong's arms, and pulled.
He tore them clean off Arlong's body.
It took longer to describe than to happen. Only three seconds had passed.
Only when Arlong's arms were tossed onto the deck like scraps of trash did the other Fish-Men react.
But even then, they did not dare make any rash moves.
They merely raised their weapons warily, pointing them at the newcomer.
After all, although Arlong was no match for Jinbe, he still ranked among their strongest.
Yet in this man's hands, he had been as fragile as a rag doll.
Now Arlong writhed on the deck like a maggot.
The excruciating pain had robbed him of even the ability to scream. All he could do was grunt meaninglessly.
"Don't any of you make a move!"
Jinbe's deeply shaken voice rang out.
"Jinbe, you..."
The Fish-Man who spoke was one of those who had chosen to follow Arlong.
They did not dare address the newcomer, but they dared shout at Jinbe, a man who had strength yet was far too soft.
To their surprise, however, Jinbe cut them off forcefully once more.
"Shut up, you fools! Haven't you recognized who he is?
Anyone else might