Creed and Ain shot forward across the sky using Geppo.
As they streaked through the air, the buzzing roar of cannonfire returned—countless shells whistling toward them once more.
Zzzzzzt!
Lightning danced around Ain's body, arcs of current leaping outward and detonating the barrage midair. The explosions churned the sea below, sending up towering waves.
Boom!!
Creed dropped from the sky, landing squarely on the deck of the Navy Hunters' flagship. The massive vessel was as large as a small island, yet his forceful impact made it sink slightly under his weight.
"So you really are Garp's grandson, after all!"
The leader glared at him with bloodshot eyes, his face twisted with venomous hatred. Standing over two meters tall, his frame was powerful and broad. One arm was flesh and blood—the other, a steel prosthetic.
It had to be him—the Navy Hunters' captain, Bellory.
The surrounding pirate ships stirred, but Bellory simply fixed his gaze on Creed.
"And why wouldn't I dare? You're nothing but a beaten dog—my grandpa already had you running with your tail between your legs."
Creed's mocking words carried across the deck. At the same time, he analyzed his opponent.
[Attributes]: Strength: S+, Agility: S+, Defense: S+, Spirit: S
[Abilities]: Armament Haki (S), Martial Arts (S), Observation Haki (S), Physical Arts (S)
[Devil Fruit]: Smelt-Smelt Fruit
[Overall Strength]: SS
"You brat… courting death!!" Bellory roared at the insult, rage boiling over. "This will be your grave! I'll take your head as tribute to Garp, and make him suffer worse than death!!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Kill him!"
At his command, more than a hundred pirates surged forward. They were squad leaders, the core backbone of the Navy Hunters.
"Leave this to me. We'll clear the others."
Falkor's eyes gleamed, body swelling as it leapt into the fray. Lightning sigils lit up on its claws, thunder crackling across its scales as it dove straight at the surrounding ships.
Ain followed suit with a cry, stepping onto another vessel. Arcs of electricity spread like a net, screams echoing as the pirates fell one after another.
Back on the main ship…
"Commodore, will Vice Admiral Creed be alright? There are so many of them," a Marine asked nervously, staring at the swarm of enemies.
The rear admiral's brow furrowed. The Navy Hunters were infamous.
"I've already sent word to Vice Admiral Onigumo—he should be en route. With Creed's strength, enough to defeat Crocodile, he'll hold out until reinforcements arrive."
But the problem was numbers. Even Creed could be overwhelmed.
On the flagship…
Creed smirked at the rushing pirates. "Lightning Dragon!"
He extended a finger—bolts surged forth, weaving into the shape of a half-meter-thick thunder dragon.
CRACK!!
The dragon barreled into the charging men. Screams tore through the air as their bodies convulsed violently, collapsing like ragdolls.
In an instant, the deck was cleared.
This was the S-rank lightning ability Creed had extracted from Falkor.
"As expected from the brat who defeated Crocodile. But I'm not that weakling!" Bellory snarled. "You'll die here, and the world will remember that Garp's grandson never even reached adulthood!"
Around him, ten figures stood—the core of the Navy Hunters. One vice captain and nine division leaders. Every last one carried a bounty over 100 million, the vice captain alone worth 380 million.
"Hrrgh!"
Bellory lunged. His steel arm clenched into a molten-red fist, hammering down at Creed.
Creed met it with his own fist, the clash tilting the entire ship as waves surged outward.
Crack!
The ten cadres joined in, rushing from all sides.
Creed frowned. "Annoying…"
His sword flashed from his waist. Cold gleams cut the air as his form blurred like white lightning through their ranks.
Shhhk! Shhhk! Shhhk!
Blood sprayed, screams erupted. In the blink of an eye, the cadres fell—only the vice captain remained standing.
Bellory's eyes hardened, face grim.
"Raaaghh!!"
The vice captain's body transformed into a massive lion, muscles like iron plates.
Bellory flared with molten light, body glowing red-hot like a blazing forge, heat warping the air.
"Come then!" Creed barked.
The two exchanged a glance—then struck together.
BOOM!
The three clashed, the ocean heaving violently, timbers shattering beneath them. Their ferocity left the distant Marines in stunned silence.
"Hey!"
A voice rang out. Falkor and Ain stood on the deck of another ship, battle already finished.
Bellory and his vice captain turned—and their eyes went wide. The fleet was in ruins. Their men lay twitching on the ground, electrocuted beyond fighting.
"Well then… I'll finish this." Creed's lips curled as he fixed on the vice captain.
One strike knocked Bellory aside, and he was upon the lion-beast in an instant.
"Rinnegan: Akuma-dō! (Cycle of Reincarnation: Path of the Demon!)"
The vice captain's world darkened as spectral demons rose around him, clutching at his soul.
A black blade of energy carved through him.
Though a Zoan user with monstrous defenses, he was no match for Creed's SSS-ranked swordsmanship. Blood sprayed as he crashed to the deck, life fading.
Bellory's eyes widened in horror, then burned crimson with rage.
"You think you're the only one with fruit powers?" Creed sneered coldly. "Since my grandfather took your arm, I'll just take the rest of your limbs. Don't worry—I'll be merciful. I'll cut them clean so they can be reattached."
"ROOM!"
With a single command, a transparent dome expanded over the ship.
(End of Chapter)
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