The core members of the Arlong Pirates had dropped from eight to five in the blink of an eye, and now only three remained.
Nami reminded them, "Besides Hatchan, who is currently fighting Kuina, the remaining officers are Kuroobi—a Ray Fishman with 40th-degree Fishman Karate and an 8-million-Berry bounty—and their Captain, Arlong. He's a Sawshark Fishman who wields the 'kiribachi' saw-blade. His nose and teeth are incredibly dangerous, and he has a 20-million bounty in the East Blue."
Nami continued, "Hatchan, Kuroobi, and Arlong are much stronger than the others. Don't underestimate them just because the previous officers were weak. Plus, they still have many Fishman underlings."
Hera said, "Fishman underlings? Numbers are the last thing I'm afraid of."
The City of Devouring Time fully expanded beneath Hera's feet, enveloping every corner of the Arlong Pirates' base. Accompanied by Hera's laughter, the slaughterous feast began. Hera's movements as she fired were as elegant as a dance; the fishmen fell one after another, offering their lives to her performance.
Amidst the blood-red scene, the fishmen collapsed one by one, yet the stage remained clean. Their corpses were devoured and turned into nourishment. Seeing this horrific sight, the remaining fishmen finally began to feel terror, and they all tried to flee from this hell.
"Don't run!" a roar rang out as Arlong charged from his territory. "Thousand-Tile True Punch!" A Ray Fishman lunged forward, throwing a punch at Hera.
"Don't even think about it." Ain's Rewind-Rewind Fruit ability activated, reverting the technique on Kuroobi's fist. "I'm your opponent," Ain said as she intercepted Kuroobi.
Arlong roared, "Can a mere human scare you off? Have you cowards forgotten the nobility of us fishmen? We fishmen possess the most noble bloodline!"
Hearing this, Hera curled her lip. "So impressive. Then why do you live at the bottom of the sea? Is it because you don't want to come ashore?"
The scar in Arlong's heart was ruthlessly torn open by Hera's mockery. He viciously swung his great saw-blade, kiribachi, at her. Hera's long gun, the minute hand, transformed into a military saber. "Melee combat? Fine, let me see what you're made of." With that, Hera also swung her saber, striking with the 'Cancer Sword' technique.
Arlong's kiribachi was clearly no match for Hera's saber. Before the clash even fully connected, kiribachi was severed by the sharp edge of the Lion Sword. Arlong hurriedly stepped back, narrowly dodging the blow.
Arlong threw away the shattered remains of kiribachi. "Don't get cocky. I'll show you why the Fishman race is superior: Iron Tooth!" He spat out sharp teeth from his mouth and held them in his hands.
Seeing this, Hera felt another wave of disgust. "Don't get your spit on me, you bastard!"
Arlong replied, "What are you talking about? This is proof of my nobility as a Sawshark Fishman, far above you humans. My teeth are natural weapons. Now, try this!"
"Shark on Darts!" Arlong's body spun like a torpedo, his sharp nose aiming to drill a large hole through Hera.
Seeing Arlong charging, Hera took a firm stance. "They say Grandpa Garp once flattened Chinjao's pointed head with a single punch. Today, I'll flatten your nose."
Hera's Armament Haki surged wildly, concentrating on her fist. Her small fist, now coated in a thick layer of black Armament Haki, struck out. "Fist Bone: Impact!" she shouted, punching the incoming Arlong.
Arlong sneered at Hera's overconfidence. Instead of dodging, she had attacked. What could a tiny fist, even if it turned black, possibly do? Could it have any power? His nose collided with Hera's fist.
A massive force surged toward Arlong. He felt as if his nose hadn't hit a fist, but solid steel. Upon impact, his nose snapped instantly. Then, the fist flattened his nose and continued toward his face. Terrified, Arlong tried to escape, but it was too late. Hera's fist carried a suction force that prevented him from pulling away.
Arlong was sent flying back even faster than he had come. When he got up, his once-vertical nose was now completely flattened. He felt that it wasn't just his nose—even his skull had been cracked.
Hera looked at the still-living Arlong with some surprise. "Not dead yet? You're quite sturdy. It seems your Fishman physique is indeed resilient. Show me whatever moves you have left."
Arlong was dizzy from the blow, but his rage toward Hera pushed him back to his feet. "Shark on Tooth!" he lunged at her again.
"First stabbing with your nose, now biting? These are just children's tricks, Arlong." Despite her words, Hera didn't intend to take the hit head-on. With a few steps of Moonwalk, she took to the air, dodging the attack.
"I'm tired of your moves. And keep your spit off me. I'll take your head with this."
The saber in Hera's hand began to charge power.
"Cancer Sword!" A sword beam of mixed white and black slashed toward Arlong. Arlong, who had terrorized Cocoyasi Village for so long, finally fell here.
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