By then, the Fish-Men had also realized something was wrong.
The one-sided slaughter they had imagined never happened.
Aboard this warship, even the ordinary soldiers...
Were several times stronger than the soldiers aboard the warships that had pursued them before.
Especially once a vicious-looking, burly man appeared on the uppermost deck.
These battle-hardened Fish-Men were gradually being overwhelmed by the Navy Soldiers surrounding them.
Realizing something was wrong, Arlong's eyes flashed with menace.
Relying on his powerful physique, he broke through the encirclement, rushed to the railing, and shouted:
"Retreat!!!"
At the same time, he reached for a soldier's head, intending to take a hostage.
Smack-
His wrist was seized in an iron grip.
Bullet instantly appeared before him from the upper deck and looked at him indifferently:
"Did you mean to do this?"
As he spoke, he pressed his enormous palm directly against Arlong's face.
Crunch, crack-
The sounds rang out as he ground his hand back and forth, crushing Arlong's sharp, saw-toothed nose to pieces:
"Aaaaah!!!!"
Listening to Arlong's piercing screams, Bullet tightened the hand pressed against his face.
Crack-
Every bone in his lower jaw was crushed, reduced to pulp.
That also stifled Arlong's screams.
His other enormous hand, which held Arlong's wrist, gave a yank.
Riiip-
The entire arm was torn off and flung away.
A scrap of flesh and skin still attached to a tendon fluttered from his shoulder.
Fragments of his limb and crimson blood littered the deck.
Holding Arlong's head, he forced him to his knees on the deck as he trembled and struggled.
Two more sharp cracks rang out.
Two holes appeared in the deck.
Bullet stomped down on Arlong's kneeling legs, pulverizing his knees into mush and driving them into the deck, leaving him unable to move.
He released Arlong, whose