Lightning rampaged across the clearing, blasting craters into the ground.
Scorched black marks were everywhere.
Large heaps of "charcoal" lay scattered across the ground.
Around them, many pirates still held their weapons, glaring menacingly at the two people standing in the center.
"Seriously, this is all your fault! I was enjoying my meal!"
Morse rubbed his head in distress.
"Heh, I'll ask you one last time. Are you accepting the title of Shichibukai or not?
If not, I'm leaving. You can fight them yourself!"
Christa spoke coldly.
At her words, Morse looked at the people around them and weighed the gap in strength between the two sides.
In the end, he decided that freedom apparently mattered less than staying alive.
Morse gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and finally made his decision:
"Fine! I accept!"
"Good."
The corners of Christa's lips curled upward, and dazzling lightning suddenly erupted from her.
In the blink of an eye, all the surrounding pirates were engulfed in a marsh of lightning.
The lightning receded, and every pirate collapsed dead, their bodies giving off a burnt smell.
Morse's pupils contracted at the sight.
"You weren't even using your full strength before?"
"What, do you have a problem with that?" Christa glared at Morse.
"No, no problem!" Morse waved his hands, then asked, "So what do I do now?"
"Whatever you normally do. The World Government will contact you later.
My job here is done!"
Christa waved a hand and prepared to turn into lightning and leave.
Just then, her heart clenched, and she suddenly sensed mortal danger.
At the last possible moment, Christa successfully transformed into her elemental form.
A bullet passed through the lightning and struck the ground.
The lightning coalesced, and Christa's figure reappeared.
Her face was icy as she looked in one