Kirishima Bupai did not even raise an eyelid, as though he were looking at some little crab crawling across the beach.
His gaze even passed over Arlong, resting for a second on the pale-faced Nami being held captive before moving away again.
"Hmm? They even brought Nami?" Looking at the orange-haired girl in revealing clothes, with a tattoo on her arm, Kirishima felt a brief stir of emotion.
This utter disregard enraged Arlong more than any verbal provocation could have.
"You bastard! How dare you ignore me!" Veins bulged on Arlong's forehead. "I'm Warlord Arlong! A great pirate recognized by the World Government! Lord Arlong!"
"If you know what's good for you, get on your knees right now, lick my toes, and beg for mercy! Then I might consider giving you a quick death! Otherwise..."
At that, he opened his mouth, revealing a full set of sawlike fangs, and sneered, "I'll tear the flesh off you piece by piece and feed it to the fish! You'll die howling in endless agony!"
As his words fell, all the fish-men let out bloodthirsty roars, their powerful presence washing over him along with the briny smell of the sea.
"It's him! The new world's Greatest Swordsman!? We're done for!" Once Nami recognized Kirishima Bupai, she immediately squeezed her eyes shut in fright, trembling all over.
Facing this terrifying pressure, enough to scare ordinary pirates out of their wits, Kirishima Bupai finally showed a little reaction.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the raging Arlong with an expression of mild confusion and extreme impatience.
Scratching his head, he spoke in a voice so flat it held not a ripple, yet clearly carried over every fish-man's roar. "Are you done? You're so damn noisy!"
The instant his words fell, Kirishima Bupai moved, without an