Chapter 59: Chrollo's Fighting Style!
Ten minutes earlier…
"Captain Chrollo! We've spotted navy warships ahead!"
"A whole fleet, in fact!"
"There are at least three Buster Call Order-level ships, plus several standard warships!"
"We should change course. It'll be too dangerous to run into them head-on."
One of the younger crew members rushed over, panicked and breathless.
As pirates, they weren't exactly shy about fighting. They'd take on anyone who crossed their path at sea.
But this was different.
This wasn't just any fleet—it was a Buster Call Order-level navy formation. That meant a Vice Admiral at the very least.
Maybe even a full Admiral.
Even though their captain was strong as hell, fighting the navy's elite? That was a death wish.
"Navy warships, huh?" Chrollo tilted his head, thinking. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Those ships look pretty damn valuable."
He wasn't worried about danger. No, Chrollo was thinking about profit.
As the leader of the Phantom Troupe, at his core, he was a thief. The kind who didn't hesitate to steal from anyone—noble, pirate, or marine.
Now, he had his eyes on a warship.
"If we manage to jack one of those navy ships, we could sell it for a fortune," he muttered, his red eyes glinting with greed and madness.
"There's definitely a market for navy ships," chimed in Kahunt, the former captain of the Greedy Pirates.
The name Greedy wasn't just for show. Kahunt's obsession with treasure was straight-up psychotic. Chrollo had respected that.
Respected it so much that he killed everyone else on Kahunt's crew and kept him around as his number one follower.
"If we can pull off stealing a Buster Call-level ship…" Kahunt grinned, practically drooling, "we're talking tens of billions of berries. Easy."
"Tens of billions?" Chrollo's eyes lit up. "That should be enough to trade for a Devil Fruit... I'm definitely interested."
Without hesitation, Chrollo decided to approach the fleet.
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"Ka ka ka…"
A wave of frigid air suddenly surged across the sea.
In an instant, the ocean around them froze solid.
"What the hell!?"
"Captain Chrollo! That's Admiral Aokiji—Kuzan!"
"He's one of the Navy's three Admirals! Ice-Ice Fruit user. Insanely strong!"
The crew recognized the terrifying cold without question.
Aokiji might not be as bloodthirsty as Akainu, but he was still a monster. Becoming one of the three Admirals wasn't something you could fake.
To the crew, fighting him was suicide.
Well—excluding Chrollo. No one really knew how strong he was yet.
Chrollo furrowed his brow. "An Admiral, huh? That complicates things…"
"All I wanted was a warship. Just one. For some cash." He rubbed his temples like he had a headache.
But it was clear he had no intention of backing down.
"Stay here," he ordered his crew. "I'll handle this."
He leapt from the ship, landing lightly on the frozen sea below.
The sheer scale of the ice was impressive—even to Chrollo. It had frozen solid in mere seconds.
"This guy really is a monster…"
He walked across the ice toward the source of the overwhelming presence. He could feel it—the Admiral was coming to meet him halfway.
Neither of them wanted their subordinates caught in the crossfire.
A chill wind blew, clearing the mist off the ice.
They finally saw each other.
Chrollo stopped, looked at the towering figure across from him, and spoke first.
"Leader of the Phantom Troupe, Second Division of the Dragon Hunter Pirates—Chrollo Lucilfer."
"I'm here to steal one of your warships."
"To be honest, I need it to trade for a Devil Fruit. If you're willing to give me one of those instead, I'll leave the ship alone."
Kuzan blinked.
Was this guy for real?
"... Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Kuzan," he responded with a calm voice. "Currently tasked with hunting down all Dragon Hunter Pirates."
"Since you've shown up, let's start with you."
Without another word, Kuzan conjured an ice blade in his hand and launched himself forward.
Kuzan wasn't just a Devil Fruit user—his hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship were deadly too.
"Ding!"
Their weapons clashed in a blinding flash.
Chrollo blocked the attack with a short sword.
The weapon was called Bian, and it was laced with a toxin strong enough to paralyze a whale.
"Impressive reflexes," Kuzan noted, keeping pace. "That speed… Wait—huh!?"
Before he could finish, he felt a strange presence—a swarm of Nen-fish circling him.
They hadn't even touched him yet, but the threat they carried was undeniable.
He jumped back instinctively—but it was too late.
They were already gnawing at his legs.
Chunks of flesh were gone before he even noticed.
He'd been too focused on Chrollo.
"Ka ka ka…"
Kuzan unleashed a wave of freezing air, instantly encasing the Nen-fish in ice before shattering them.
"Nice reaction."
"Observation Haki, huh?" Chrollo said casually. "Sneak attacks are hard with guys like you."
"I don't really want to fight. You give off a dangerous vibe."
"Just hand over the warship, and I'll be on my way."
He smiled like he was proposing a business deal.
Kuzan was now visibly annoyed.
He just tried to ambush me, admitted he can't win, and still wants a damn warship!?
"Chrollo Lucilfer, huh?" Kuzan growled. "I don't know how strong you really are—but I'm about to show you—"
"Kuzan!"
A new voice interrupted. It was Gion, another Navy officer, arriving out of breath.
She was supposed to be guarding Chrollo's retreat path.
"I can't control my body!" she shouted. "He did something to me—left some kind of trap!"
She pulled out her sword—Konpira—and charged straight toward Kuzan.
"Stop!"
Chrollo raised his hand lazily.
Gion's blade suddenly stopped—resting against her own throat.
Fear flickered in her eyes.
"You win," Kuzan said quickly, raising a hand to halt her. "We'll give you a ship. Just release Gion."
Chrollo smiled, bowing slightly. "Thank you. I'm a man of my word, you know."
"Once I'm in a safe zone, her mind control will fade. Promise."
With that, Chrollo turned and walked back to his ship.
Moments later, one of the Buster Call Order warships was sent to his crew.
All the navy could do was watch as Chrollo and his crew sailed away.
Even after he was out of telescope range, no one dared pursue.
Gion finally lowered her sword and collapsed on the deck, gasping.
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