Creed stamped his foot, his body shooting into the crowd like a thunderbolt.
Slash!
A flash of steel—an S+ Ensign's head flew free, spinning in the air.
"Attack!!"
A Marine lieutenant roared.
Six of the strongest—those whose power reached Vice Admiral level—rushed together.
Crackle!!
Arcs of lightning exploded.
Boom!!
They were hurled back faster than they'd charged.
Another flash, another head severed.
Creed's figure flickered through the ranks, each appearance ending with another decapitation.
Soon, only three SS-class remained.
Shock filled their eyes. Sengoku had sent a monster.
The three exchanged a glance, coated their fists in Armament Haki, and rushed from three sides.
Boom!!
Their combined strike cratered the ground where Creed had stood.
"Got you!"
They closed the triangle, sealing every retreat.
Interesting.
Creed narrowed his eyes. No matter which way he moved, two fists would land.
But… he didn't need to move.
One swing.
An irresistible force blasted the three away.
"High-Frequency Scalpel!"
He pounced like a hawk, blade flashing—one man's limbs severed in an instant. A brutal kick sent him tumbling through dust.
Creed's mastery of the Ope Ope no Mi had grown deep. The cut limbs couldn't be reattached for three minutes, energy from the fruit sealing the wounds.
He pivoted, feet slamming the ground, and streaked toward the other two.
They flinched, terror surging, and scrambled back.
"Running?"
Whoosh!
His voice whispered in their ears—he was already behind them.
Cold dread gripped them. They lunged to escape—too slow.
His blade took their arms, leaving them floating in the air.
Three SS-class, all crippled.
"Looks like it's just you." Creed's voice was calm, deadly.
The lieutenant stared in horror. In mere minutes, he alone remained.
Boom!!
Sword intent burst forth, vast and suffocating.
"Kenjutsu aura?! A top-tier swordsman?!"
His jaw dropped. Already a great swordsman of the highest class?
"Rinne – Kaminari Yūzura (Reincarnation – Thunder Welcome Slash)!"
Zzzt!!
A blinding arc of blade-light, veined with blue lightning, cleaved forth.
The lieutenant barely rolled aside, the cut brushing his skin numb.
Behind him, the sea split apart, a towering white spray rising. Lightning danced across the waters, turning shoals of fish belly-up.
His scalp tingled—then a blackened fist filled his vision.
BAM!!
He slammed into the earth.
"High-Frequency Scalpel!"
Creed's blade flashed again—arms severed.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Blows pounded him like a sandbag, smashing him across the ground, leaving him swollen and bruised.
Watching, Commodore Buninian smirked to himself.
Creed raised his blade, cleaving the lieutenant into the dirt.
"ROOM—Command!"
The severed heads floated into formation, stacking into a grisly pyramid.
Creed flicked one like a soccer ball—the head landed perfectly atop.
Lightning burst from his body, racing into the pyramid.
Crackle!!
Agonized screams erupted, bodies twitching, snot and tears streaming.
"Surrender?"
"I surrender! I surrender!!" the lieutenant shrieked.
…
(End of Chapter)
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