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The Rumble-Rumble Fruit, as Ye Jia's last trump card, he had always kept hidden. Ye Jia knew very well that on this sea of competition among the strong, if he revealed everything to others, presenting himself completely transparently, he would surely not be far from death.
Only by hiding his trump card in the deepest recesses, and revealing it at the most crucial moment, would it have a disruptive effect! Everything that was happening now perfectly confirmed Ye Jia's thoughts.
What was Bastille's trump card? Shark Sever Style? Haki? Rokushiki? These had all been used. Even if he still had hidden strength, Ye Jia no longer needed to find out.
"Eight Million Volts: Thunder Sword!"
Zzzzzzz... Electrical sparks flickered to the extreme. Ye Jia casually pointed a finger, directly at Bastille. And at this moment, Bastille had no spare time to react or dodge! He could only watch in terror as Ye Jia quickly raised his finger and aimed it at him, then the electric current filling his body abruptly converged at Ye Jia's fingertip, rushing fiercely towards him!
Boom!
A giant azure thunder sword instantly formed, piercing directly into Bastille's heart. Eight million volts of terrifying current was a new limit of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit developed by Ye Jia based on his physical stamina. Although it couldn't truly compare to Enel's twenty, thirty, or forty million volts of power, simply wanting to destroy a person's heart... it was as easy as smashing an egg with a hammer!
"Aah! Aah! Aah!" Bastille's entire body was engulfed in eight million volts of electricity, his whole being undergoing a terrifying electrical baptism. Unable to endure such pain, Bastille involuntarily shrieked. His body convulsed violently.
This process lasted for less than two seconds. Two seconds later, the eight million volts of current disappeared, leaving only a residual flicker on Bastille's body. And Bastille himself immediately frothed at the mouth, completely losing consciousness.
"To have a thunder sword inserted into his heart and not be completely charred, a Marine Vice Admiral's physical strength is truly impressive!" Ye Jia couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He had experimented on Sea Kings before.
Eight million volts of super-high current were enough to completely cook a Sea King the size of the Death God, emitting the aroma of roasted fish meat! In contrast, Bastille only had some scorching marks on his heart; other parts were still intact. This showed that his physical strength was definitely stronger than a Sea King's!
"Vice Admiral Bastille is defeated!"
"Who exactly is this pirate?! He actually defeated Vice Admiral Bastille!"
"I didn't see wrong, did I? Vice Admiral Bastille was actually defeated by an unknown pirate... and so miserably!" The Marine soldiers, seeing Vice Admiral Bastille fall, all stared with wide eyes and open mouths. They simply couldn't believe that in this battle,
the defeated party would be Vice Admiral Bastille! He was a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral! An elite master comparable to a Shichibukai, who had even eliminated pirates with bounties over a hundred million Beri! To actually be defeated by an unknown pirate?
"The Vice Admiral is indeed strong, but that's all there is to it." Ye Jia chuckled.
Bang! Suddenly, Ye Jia's gaze sharpened, and a puff of white smoke rose from his cheek. Someone had shot him! Ye Jia's face immediately darkened. He looked up, his sharp eyes gazing across. Celestial Dragon Saint Augus was holding a gun pointed at him, white smoke rising from his flintlock.
"Huh? Didn't hit him? So you're a Devil Fruit user... How boring. I should have brought a Sea Prism Stone gun with me!" Saint Augus said with some regret. Then he turned his gun, aiming it at Vice Admiral Bastille.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ... Even with Vice Admiral Bastille's sufficiently high physical strength, he was still riddled with holes and bleeding profusely from the flintlock fire while unconscious.
"No more bullets, so this gun has no more purpose." Saint Augus casually tossed away the flintlock in his hand. He looked at Vice Admiral Bastille, who was covered in gunshots, with contempt. "The Marines are all useless trash like you, can't even beat a pirate! I'm going back to discuss with my family properly. The position of Marine Vice Admiral is not something any trash can sit in!"
Saint Augus's words ignited a raging fury in Ye Jia's heart.
Damn Celestial Dragon! The Marines sacrificed their lives to protect him. Yet he completely disregarded others' lives and deaths, not even having a shred of gratitude. Instead, he believed the whole world should protect him, sacrifice for him... What made Ye Jia most unbearable was that this guy actually shot the Marine who was protecting him!
Not showing gratitude was one thing, verbal abuse was another, but to actually shoot a person who had completely lost combat awarenessâeven if Vice Admiral Bastille was Ye Jia's enemy, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart! Such scum truly disgraced the title of World Noble!
Not only Ye Jia was enraged, but Vice Admiral Bastille's Marine soldiers also gritted their teeth, filled with anger. Vice Admiral Bastille was defeated and met this fate precisely to protect the Celestial Dragon. Yet the Celestial Dragon showed no pity, and even shot Vice Admiral Bastille! If not for their awe of the Celestial Dragon's authority and the consequences of clashing with a Celestial Dragon, they would have rushed forward without hesitation to seek justice for Vice Admiral Bastille!
"Hey! Celestial Dragon, do you really think you're such a big shot? Look at you, you ugly thing. Do you vomit every time you look in the mirror?" Ye Jia said coldly. As soon as he spoke, the Marine soldiers and Qiuli's eyes widened even further. Had they heard correctly? This pirate actually cursed a Celestial Dragon?!
"You... you... you actually insulted a Celestial Dragon! Do you know what will happen to you?" Saint Augus was so angry that his nose was crooked. The thing he couldn't tolerate most was others saying he was ugly. In fact, as long as anyone commented on his appearance, good or bad, Saint Augus would immediately pull out his flintlock and kill them!
"Consequences? You, whose head is like a garlic clove, whose body is like a winter melon, whose face is so ugly it looks like you're disabledâoh, no, you definitely look disabled, brain-damaged! Your head, must have been bitten by a pig, right? I wonder why you look so idiotic!" Ye Jia continued to rub salt in the wound, adding insult to injury, showing no mercy with his words.
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