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"Gag—!!"
Looking at the carnage of severed limbs and torsos, Andrew could no longer suppress the churning in his stomach.
He vomited out the undigested broccoli he had eaten the day before, the veins on his neck bulging and his eyes shot with blood.
It was too gruesome. Pirate corpses were everywhere.
Some had bled to death from severed limbs, some had their carotid arteries slit, and some even had their entire heads chopped off, their faces still frozen in an expression of defiance from before their deaths.
All of this caused a strong physical revulsion in Andrew, who had been pampered and lived in comfort his whole life.
"What are the casualties?"
Ignoring Andrew, who was vomiting his guts out, Atlas turned to look at Smoker.
"Three of ours are injured. All pirates have been eliminated."
"Very good..."
After sweeping the area with his Observation Haki to confirm there were no survivors, Atlas continued, "Let's head to the royal palace now. You two, take the Marines and search the other areas. I'll go find Pizarro by myself."
"But, Pizarro's men..."
"They're just fodder. This guy doesn't seem to value his subordinates much. I 'saw' with my Observation Haki; their strength is about the same as these pirates," Atlas said, pointing to the corpses on the ground, completely dispelling Smoker's concerns.
These small fry probably couldn't even withstand my Conqueror's Haki. If it weren't for giving Smoker and the others a chance to train, I wouldn't have needed to waste this much time.
"Also, I'm leaving Andrew in your hands. This country will need him after we pull out."
Looking at Andrew, who had managed to compose himself, Atlas smiled. "He'll be a fine king one day."
Broccoli Island didn't have much of anything, except for broccoli. Even the national flag of the Chris Kingdom was a broccoli.
But the island wasn't large, so after parting ways with Smoker and the others, Atlas soon arrived at the royal palace.
From the outside, the palace architecture was not luxurious. It was backed by a giant broccoli tree, which could be considered the island's landmark.
In Atlas's Observation Haki, the most powerful life force within the palace should be that of Pizarro. The life forces of the others were as faint as candlelight.
"First..."
"Let's have the fodder exit the stage!!!"
Atlas brought his index and middle fingers together and lightly tapped his brow. A terrifyingly immense aura erupted from his body.
Countless black lightning bolts danced wildly, and the once cloudless sky gradually darkened, as if a massive thunderstorm was brewing within!
Conqueror's Haki!
VMMMM—!
Atlas's unique Conqueror's Haki swept toward the entire royal palace. The world seemed to turn into a black and white scroll, and time itself seemed to freeze!
Inside the palace, Pizarro was, as usual, lying on his side on the throne, his eyes lazily closed and an eternal smile on his face, as if savouring the recent pleasure of killing.
"Hmm!!?"
Suddenly, Pizarro felt as if he had been struck on the back of the head with an iron hammer.
He couldn't help but grunt as a wave of intense dizziness washed over him. His feline instincts quickly brought him back to his senses.
His half-closed eyes snapped open, and his already narrow pupils contracted to the size of a needle point.
"Conqueror's Haki!!?"
There was no mistake! Although Pizarro himself was not a user of Conqueror's Haki, he had seen a pig run even if he'd never eaten pork.
The number of Conqueror's Haki users in the New World wasn't exactly a dime a dozen, but he had fought against such people before.
Even though the feeling was the same, the impact on his will was on a completely different level. It was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon!
"Did Big Mom come here herself, nya!!?" Pizarro was uncertain. What happened to an Emperor's magnanimity? I just mouthed off a little!
"Are you the Evil Tyrant King?"
While Pizarro was doubting himself, a voice suddenly appeared at the top of the palace hall.
"A Marine? Nya~" Pizarro subconsciously looked up, searching for the source of the voice.
A Marine in a pure white suit, his "Justice" coat fluttering in the wind, had appeared out of nowhere above his head, exuding a soul-crushing aura.
Clearly, the wave of Conqueror's Haki just now had been unleashed by this man.
"The Marine Admiral Candidate, Byakko? Nya?" Pizarro was no fool.
Although he wasn't very sensitive to outside news, he still recognised the rising star of the Marines whose name had recently shaken the seas.
He had even put him on his list of people not to be provoked. "Is there some reason you Marines have come to my territory? Nya~"
Due to the influence of his Devil Fruit, Pizarro has retained some feline habits. Although he was smiling, no emotion could be felt in his eyes.
"You're a pirate, I'm a Marine. What do you think I'm here to do?" Atlas didn't descend, but continued to look down on Pizarro from above.
"This is..."
"So annoying. What I hate most is looking up at people, nya!"
POW!
The floor tiles beneath his feet shattered, and Pizarro's figure shot up like a cannonball, instantly appearing at the same level as Atlas.
He raised his arm, about to smash his fist into Atlas's face!
"Annoying, is it?"
Atlas sneered contemptuously. He coated his leg in Armament Haki and whipped it out!
It was so fast that Pizarro had no time to react. Even though his Devil Fruit had greatly enhanced his reflexes, Atlas's leg whip still unsurprisingly slammed into his ribs!
POW!!
A dull thud of flesh hitting flesh echoed like a clap of thunder in the sky.
A terrifying force was unleashed on his body, and Pizarro was sent flying like an arrow loosed from a bow, breaking through the thick walls of the palace and the tall broccoli trees, hurtling toward the second ring of Broccoli Island!
"Heh, what are you going to do about it?"
Amidst the whistling wind, Pizarro could faintly hear those words.
"Hey, what the hell is that flying over here? Get out of the way, quick!"
"It looks like a person, coming from the direction of the palace."
"There's no time! Are we really this unlucky?"
The Marines, who had just finished their sweep, were suddenly alarmed.
They saw Pizarro's figure growing larger and larger in their vision, and it seemed to be heading straight for them!
SWISH!
At the critical moment, Atlas's figure suddenly appeared in the sky above them. He raised his leg again and mercilessly kicked the high-speed Pizarro!
POW!!
His forward momentum was brought to a dead stop, and his entire body was embedded in the ground, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spreading out in all directions!
"You bastard, that really hurt!!" The dust slowly settled, and Pizarro's figure became clear. He looked up at Atlas in the sky and the group of Marines with a savage expression.
"Has your Devil Fruit already Awakened?" Atlas's eyes narrowed, sizing up the bleeding Pizarro. The footprint that had been carved into his body was slowly healing.
Clearly, this guy's Devil Fruit had successfully awakened. His life force and healing ability were at a monstrous level.
Otherwise, after taking two kicks like that, he should have had at least two broken ribs.
But Pizarro's expression showed no change; his physique had become completely inhuman!
"I heard you fought Kaido of the Beasts for three days and three nights to a draw. I'd like to test your strength for myself, nya~"
From those two kicks, Pizarro already knew that with this Marine's speed, he couldn't possibly escape. His only option was to fight with his back against the river.
"Tch—!!" Atlas didn't respond with words, only a look of contempt.
ROAR—!
Suddenly, the roar of a wild beast echoed. Pizarro's body abruptly transformed. His leopard-print coat was stretched taut, and thick fur sprouted from his limbs.
Patterns similar to his coat appeared on his body. His face changed drastically, and he dropped to all fours, his fangs growing and crisscrossing!
Zoan-type, Cat-Cat Fruit, Model: Leopard!
"What the hell is that? Is that his Devil Fruit ability?"
"It's just a normal Zoan ability. The Vice Admiral is a monster who can fight a Mythical Zoan like Kaido!"
"Yeah, the battle will probably be over soon. Mr Atlas is already qualified to be one of the Marines' top fighters!"
The retreating Marines showed no concern for Atlas.
As his direct subordinates, they had witnessed this young monster take down one great pirate after another, whether from the new era or the old.
A pirate like Pizarro was not even in the same league.
SWISH!
Ignoring the Marines' discussion, Pizarro, now in his full beast form, shot into the sky.
At a speed several times faster than before, he lunged at Atlas to bite him, his already sharp teeth now coated in a layer of pitch-black Armament Haki!
A Zoan user has three forms. The hybrid form is the most suitable for combat, but in terms of physical condition and raw stats, the full beast form is completely superior!
CLANG—!
The sharp fangs bit down hard on Atlas's shoulder. The terrifying bite force of a carnivorous beast was unleashed, creating a shower of sparks!
"Huh!!?"
Before he could even celebrate, the savage grin on Pizarro's face froze. His fangs had been stopped cold by Atlas's Armament Haki. They hadn't even broken the skin!!
"My Armament Haki is..."
"Superior to yours!!"
Grinning, Atlas glanced down at the leopard hanging from his shoulder and struck with the speed of lightning!
His hand clamped around Pizarro's throat like an iron pincer, his five black-and-red fingers digging deep into his flesh!
Then, under Pizarro's terrified gaze, he slammed him into the ground!
POW!!
Pizarro's body once again made intimate contact with the earth. The terrifying impact kicked up a large cloud of dust, and even the broccoli trees on the coast shook violently!
Atlas pressed his knee into the leopard's abdomen, his hand still gripping its throat.
His arm muscles bulged, and he suddenly put his strength into it, lifting Pizarro's head and smashing it into the ground over and over again.
POW! POW! POW!
Violent tremors shook the ground. Pizarro's world was spinning.
Even though he had used Armament Haki to protect the back of his head, the continuous impacts still made him dizzy!
The gap... is this big!
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—!!
Getting up and casually dusting off his hands, Atlas looked at the still-dazed Pizarro and sneered.
"Did you think I wouldn't hit you just because you changed your avatar to a leopard?"
...
New World.
The sea at night is always deep and beautiful. White waves crash wantonly, and the gentle sea breeze kisses the foam, rushing fearlessly toward the horizon.
The massive Queen Mama Chanter sailed on the sea, singing softly as it advanced rapidly toward its destination.
On the Chanter, Katakuri leaned against the cabin, his usual unapproachable aura surrounding him.
He had his arms crossed, silently reviewing the intelligence on Pizarro before their departure.
He had been sent out this time on Big Mom's orders to go to Broccoli Island and capture the insolent Pizarro and bring him to Totto Land.
He hadn't brought many people with him, just himself, the "masterpiece" of the Charlotte Family, and the young Smoothie.
Among the three Emperors of the New World, Big Mom's intelligence network was the most powerful.
Coupled with Katakuri's cautious and calm personality, he had already gathered all the information on Pizarro.
The guy was strong, but he didn't pay much attention to recruiting subordinates. And with his terrible personality, even Kaido's invitation had been flatly rejected by him.
"Brother Katakuri, how much longer until we reach Broccoli Island?"
Suddenly, a tall, long-legged, white-haired beauty walked over gracefully, gently interrupting Katakuri's thoughts.
"The journey from Totto Land to Broccoli Island takes about two days. We should arrive by tomorrow morning."
And that was just the ship's speed. If Big Mom herself were to travel by air using her Devil Fruit ability, she would be much faster, perhaps arriving in less than a day.
"Hmph, that guy Pizarro actually dared to anger Mama. If it weren't for what he said, Mama wouldn't have needed you to come personally, Brother Katakuri."
"..."
Katakuri didn't argue. This time, Big Mom was truly angry.
For someone who valued her pride so much, to be rejected and then verbally insulted—there was nothing that could infuriate her more.
"Alright, Smoothie, you go back and rest. Get ready for battle."
After sending Smoothie away, Katakuri began his sleep, leaning against the cabin.
His family knew Katakuri as the man whose back never touched the ground, even when he slept.
Because for him, to have his back on the ground meant to be defeated, and that was something that Katakuri, the masterpiece of the family, would not allow.
Of course, leaning against the cabin didn't count as having his back on the ground, so for decades, he had always slept standing up, at most leaning against a wall!
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