Dock.
Because Hocka and Crocodile took action, the chaotic situation suddenly stopped.
Hocka controlled the big-bearded captain who was the leader, while Crocodile was even more quick and direct, using sand knives to cut the other slave traders on the shore into dried-up bodies.
The sharp blades at the elbow slowly disappeared.
Crocodile raised his chin, signaling to Hocka:
"That guy, I specially saved him for you."
After saying that, Crocodile did not pay attention to the grateful looks of the people and, as always, turned around and left.
This was his usual style as a national hero.
Although Rowan's appearance disrupted Crocodile's plans to some extent, he always liked to have multiple plans.
You still have to be a national hero.
...
On the other side, Hocka looked at Crocodile's back and nodded.
"Thank you."
As for the big beard, his face was already pale.
Without any hostages, his life was completely in the hands of the fish-man in front of him. The other person could break his neck with just a little force.
In desperation, the big beard thought of the last thing he could do to save himself.
He shouted towards his warship, "You good-for-nothings, come and save me!"
But, it was too late.
Hocka had already clenched his other fist, making cracking sounds!
Rage filled his chest, a resentment that had built up from years of slavery.
At this moment, that feeling finally found an outlet!
"This punch is for my people, and also for those kind humans."
"You scum..."
That fist, full of anger, was raised, and then swung out with all his might!
"Go to the bottom of the sea and regret what you did!"
Bang!
The heavy punch hit the big beard's face.
With just one blow, the big beard flew out like a cannonball, falling straight into the sea in the distance.
"Splash" sound.
Glug glug glug...
Some bubbles came out of the sea, and then there was no movement anymore.
Seeing that even their captain couldn't be saved, the remaining pirates on the warship didn't dare to think too much.
After all, the man who killed all their companions on the shore in an instant was one of the Royal Seven Warlords of the Sea, "Crocodile the Sand"!
They knew that Crocodile was active in this country, but they never expected to meet him here.
Why would a Warlord of the Sea happen to be in this small town?
No, that didn't matter anymore.
They were just ordinary slave traders and could never be a match for a Devil Fruit user.
No matter what, if they wanted to live, they had to run fast!
The remaining pirates immediately raised their sails and sailed away from the port.
What made them feel a little relieved was that this was just a small dock and there were no fast ships that could catch up with them.
But, in their haste, they overlooked two things.
First, they were chasing after a group of fish-men.
The fish-men are the children of the sea, and no fast ship can match their speed when they swim with all their strength.
Hocka called on Wall and other fish-men who still had energy to launch a chase.
He knew very well that they must not let this group of slave traders escape, otherwise the people of Yuba would have endless trouble!
At the same time, Hocka also had his eyes on this big ship.
As long as they seized this ship, they could get rid of that eye-catching broken sailboat and escape all the way until they left the Grand Line.
But just as Hocka and the others were about to take action, they suddenly noticed a thin layer of sand floating in front of them.
He turned his gaze to Crocodile, but found that the latter was smoking a cigar and not doing anything.
Crocodile looked up and pointed to the other side.
Hocka then turned his head and saw the source of the sand movement in the distance.
It was the strange man who had won in Alazama before!
That was also the "second thing" that the slave traders had overlooked.
Hocka blinked his eyes, looking a little confused.
Speaking of which, he didn't seem to know that man's name yet.
What was he going to do?
Hocka watched as Rowan slowly stepped forward, the speed of the sand gathering faster and faster, forming several visible "lines" in the air.
Rowan patted Hocka on the shoulder, signaling him to step back.
Then, he raised his right hand.
The speed of the sand gathering increased further, and a sand spear gradually formed in Rowan's hand.
After a few breaths, the slave traders' ship gradually sailed away, and the spear, about three meters long, was finally completely formed.
Seeing this, Crocodile raised his eyebrows, looking a little disdainful.
Planning to use a spear to chase?
Such a showy method, what a waste of effort!
But what happened next made Crocodile's expression turn serious.
The spear was clearly formed, but the sand did not stop gathering.
It continued to cling to the spear, but the size of the spear did not change at all.
A dark metallic luster gradually covered it.
After a brief observation, Crocodile suddenly realized what Rowan was doing—
He was "compressing."
Using Armament Haki to compress sand that was several times the volume of the spear together!
The effect, of course, was undoubtedly to increase the power.
But exactly how much it could increase...
Crocodile tried to sense it, and then shivered without realizing it.
He felt an extremely dangerous aura from the tip of that spear!
Any one of the Royal Seven Warlords of the Sea has the power to destroy an island.
And Crocodile was sure that the sand spear compressed to the extreme in Rowan's hand possessed almost the same level of destructive power!
The gathering of sand finally stopped.
A black spear was held in Rowan's hand.
Calm, silent, like an ordinary spear.
But anyone who has trained in Haki would be shocked by this scene!
Because that was almost the limit that Armament Haki could compress, it was hard to imagine how much enormous energy was hidden within it.
Sand - Black Spear!
He aimed at the slave traders' warship, stepped forward with one foot, pulled his body back, and prepared to throw.
Seeing this, Hocka quickly said, "Hey, there's no need to go this far, you'll bring trouble to your country!"
Helping slaves escape - this is an unforgivable crime for the World Government.
Rowan grinned, his expression as before.
He continued the conversation he had not finished earlier, introducing himself.
"I am Ryan Rowan."
His waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, throwing the black spear in his hand out.
Fast as lightning, powerful as a shooting star!
Whoosh!
A violent sound of air being torn apart roared, the black spear streaked across the sky, heading straight for the warship in the distance.
The seemingly ordinary black spearhead hit the ship's hull.
In the next instant, the warship fell apart, Haki and sand swept wildly, the sound of the explosion was deafening and spread out!
A huge mushroom cloud composed of sand and seawater rose from the sea, reflected in the eyes of the people on the shore.
Such an exaggerated scene silenced everyone.
Crocodile's eyes moved slightly, thinking about Rowan's specific method of using the Sand-Sand Fruit.
And Hocka's eyes widened even more.
He believed that even in the sea, it would be difficult for him to survive that level of explosion.
The simple-minded fish-man couldn't even imagine that the human who had drunk with him and told outdated jokes was actually a top powerhouse with such destructive power!
At the dock.
Only Rowan's voice continued.
"Whether it's the Celestial Dragons or the World Government, anyone who comes here needs to understand one thing..."
Rowan's fingers slowly closed, crushing the floating sand.
His words echoed in everyone's ears.
"Alabasta - is under my protection."
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