Even If the Enemy is a Woman, I'll Still Use Flying Kick

RUMBLE.

A violent explosion rang out.

Buggy, chopped into pieces, flew out of the dust, sweating profusely like an ant on a hot pan. He surrendered, saying, "Wait, I'm a pirate, but I haven't done anything heinous."

"If you let me go, I'll turn over a new leaf immediately."

"If you're not satisfied, I can even give you my collected treasure maps."

Buggy's dismembered body parts flew everywhere. He looked at Wilton charging at him like a rutting rhinoceros, the heavy dumbbells in his hands terrifying just to look at.

If he got hit by one of those, he'd see stars and his head would split open.

He, Lord Buggy, knew when to advance and when to retreat.

"You should go to prison to turn over a new leaf!"

Wilton arrived like lightning, raising his dumbbells high to block the sun, completely shrouding Buggy in shadow. He was determined to send Buggy to eat prison food.

After all, this guy had quite a few crimes to his name.

"Damn it."

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Buggy was furious, then he chuckled sinisterly. With a thought, two hands appeared behind Wilton, holding short swords and silently stabbing towards Wilton's back.

He had been diverting the other party's attention from the very beginning.

All to set up this sneak attack.

"Die!"

"Chop-Chop: Sneak Attack."

Clang--

The expected blood did not appear. Buggy's arrogant and smug expression froze. What was going on? Why couldn't he stab him? Was this guy's body made of stone?

This is bad.

In his line of sight.

The massive dumbbell was getting closer and closer, impossible to dodge.

Visibly, Buggy's entire face made intimate contact with the dumbbell. His red nose was immediately squashed into a paste, and his clown-like face contorted.

The explosion spread.

When the dust gradually settled, Buggy was embedded deep in the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyeballs rolling back. That single dumbbell had knocked him unconscious.

Effortlessly knocking Buggy out, Wilton leaped up, once again transforming into a missile head and precisely locating Alvida, who was sliding away. Amidst a roar, Alvida was blown away by the shockwave.

"Useless Buggy."

Climbing up from the ground, Alvida's beautiful face was filled with tension. Buggy was too useless; it hadn't even been a minute.

What should she do?

Was she really going to be defeated here today?

The dust settled.

Wilton emerged from it. Seeing Alvida holding her spiked club with a wary expression, he gripped his dumbbells with both hands and struck a bodybuilder pose. He advised, "I am an absolute gender equality advocate. For justice, I will use Flying Kick even against a woman, and I will not hold back or show any mercy."

"To avoid physical suffering, I advise you to surrender."

Wilton kindly offered Alvida some advice.

"Damn Marines."

"It's impossible for me to surrender."

As expected, Alvida refused.

She knew she couldn't escape. Since that was the case, she might as well go all out. Mustering her courage, she launched the first attack, sliding towards Wilton.

Very easily.

Wilton dodged. At this moment, Alvida, holding her spiked club, viciously swung it towards Wilton's head. Both the timing and angle were perfect.

"Tekkai!"

Wilton didn't even try to dodge. The club made close contact with his head. Alvida felt like she had hit solid steel, almost dropping the club.

What kind of head is this?

"My turn."

This is bad.

A chill ran down Alvida's spine. Wilton truly showed no mercy. His right foot, covered in Armament Haki, swept heavily towards Alvida's slender waist.

"It's useless. I ate the Slippery-Slippery Fruit, making me smooth and slippery. Normal attacks can't hurt me."

Alvida pretended to be calm, suppressing the panic in her heart.

Because only explosions could threaten her.

Pfft~

The words had barely left his mouth.

Alvida felt like she'd run headfirst into a mountain. Although much of the force was negated, a significant portion still hit her body, and a long-forgotten pain instantly spread throughout her.

Unable to suppress a scream, she spat blood three feet high. Alvida's body bent into a C-shape, and she was launched like a cannonball, tearing through houses before finally landing on another street.

"A miraculous Slippery-Slippery Fruit, a shame it's not fully developed yet."

The moment they touched, Wilton felt that slippery sensation, which had reduced the force of the impact. Otherwise, that kick would have snapped Alvida's waist in half.

He had used Armament Haki.

The so-called zero friction was far from achieved.

With a powerful leap.

Wilton descended from the sky, crashing down not far from Alvida. His first skill, Explosive Double Axes, could be used not only for attacking but also for traveling or escaping.

"Why bother?"

Looking at Alvida, who lay half-dead in the ruins, he thought, he had told her he was an absolute egalitarian. Why resist and suffer this physical pain?

Gurgle, gurgle.

Blood continued to seep from her red lips. Alvida's hair was disheveled, her face pale and weak. For the first time, her Devil Fruit ability hadn't completely negated an attack.

And this Marine was truly going for the kill.

May you be cursed to be single forever.

Wilton slung the two dumbbells onto his back, grabbed Alvida by the neck with his large hand, and crouched slightly. With a leap, he traced an elegant arc through the air, finally landing beside the unconscious Buggy, Bartholomew, and the others.

He stacked them like building blocks, then, supporting them with one hand, he leaped again. This time, his landing spot was the Marine base.

He had crossed nearly 40% of the area of Loguetown.

Within his Observation Haki range.

His first skill, Explosive Double Axes, could land anywhere he pleased. This meant that as long as Wilton's Observation Haki range expanded, the landing area of his first skill would also expand.

Leaping between islands in the future was no longer a dream.

Crucially, the speed was faster than flying.

And the first skill would grow stronger as Wilton grew stronger, in terms of jumping speed or the impact force upon landing, like a meteor, the moment it hit the ground, it would be like a nuclear explosion.

On the grounds of the Marine base.

Wilton descended like a god, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a large cloud of dust. Many Marines thought it was an enemy attack. When they realized it was Wilton, their expressions turned solemn, and they saluted him in a military manner.

"Rear Admiral Wilton."

"Lock these pirates up. Tomorrow, I'll escort them all to Impel Down."

"Also, find these pirates' ship and any assets belonging to the syndicate. Sell everything that can be sold. All their treasure will be used to repair damaged residential buildings or for humanitarian compensation."

Wilton casually tossed Buggy, Alvida, Bartholomew, and the others onto the ground, clapped his hands, and prepared to go out for another stroll. Perhaps he would encounter more pirates or wicked criminals.

Anyone like them would be sent to jail without exception.

Wilton believed that for every evildoer removed from the world, it was equivalent to saving a person, or even a family. It was all just a matter of convenience.

Moreover, he always tried to avoid civilians during his battles. For any civilian structures damaged during his fights, he would use the pirates' spoils to repair or compensate.

It was all a matter of lending a hand, and crucially, it would help solidify his public image and increase the chances of his ambitions being realized.