Pirates who could break into the New World were no ordinary fighters. Even their lowliest crewmen could dominate a corner of the Four Blues.
With their retreat cut off, they instead erupted with beastlike ferocity, roaring as they made their final counterattack.
Unfortunately, the outcome had long since been decided.
"The last one."
Crack.
Doffy unclenched his fingers, and the pirate captain's neck in his grasp tilted unnaturally to one side.
Blood had soaked his clothes, yet he grinned, baring gleaming white teeth.
"That was a satisfying slaughter. So satisfying even I got sick of it."
"After this battle, there shouldn't be anyone left in the New World who dares cross the Donquixote Family-"
Rossi walked over through the wreckage, his voice calm but unable to conceal his deep exhaustion.
The entire coastline, the docks, even the waters offshore... everywhere they looked, bodies lay strewn about.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, in the truest sense.
No one could count whether this battle had claimed ten thousand lives or a hundred thousand.
Even several formidable fighters with bounties in the hundreds of millions had fallen here. By the end, even Rossi's wrist had gone numb from swinging his blade.
Splash.
Jinbe leaped from the waves, bringing a spray of salty water with him, and landed steadily beside Rossi.
The sea breeze carried a heavy metallic stench into their faces. Even someone of a race with specialized gill structures could not help frowning.
"The ocean will take care of all this."
Someone calmly picked up the conversation. "However many there are, within forty-eight hours, they'll disappear without a trace."
He patted his Fish-Man companion on the shoulder.
With the digestive capacity of the creatures in these waters, whether it was a hundred thousand units or a million, they would all