Xinán's violent, forced deep-throat stunned not just Nami, but even Bakal was momentarily frozen.
Shock! Utter Shock!
Nami stared blankly as the Devil Fruit bulged in Xinán's throat, but she quickly reacted.
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed in the night. The Devil Fruit Xinán had jammed into his mouth was knocked out, though a small portion had already been swallowed.
From the forceful jamming, Xinán's only immediate sensation was a sore throat, unable to taste the fruit.
As the Devil Fruit slid down, an unprecedentedly foul taste flooded Xinán's mind. He began to retch violently—the sight of the earlier murder had failed to make him vomit, but the taste did the trick. Yet, a warm current also began spreading from his abdomen.
Xinán's bizarre sequence of actions completely bewildered Bakal, who then burst into roaring laughter.
"Brat, if you want to die, I'll give you a quick slash. Do you really think a pathetic display like that will kill you? Hahahaha!"
In contrast to the Butcher Bakal's mockery, Nami was patting Xinán's back in concern, but the pats quickly became harder. She scolded him angrily, "Idiot! Even if you're afraid of death, you don't need to commit suicide!"
Xinán couldn't spare the time to respond to Nami's scolding; he could feel his body undergoing a violent transformation.
Just as Nami was about to slap his back again, a jolt of electricity erupted from Xinán's body, making Nami shriek "Ah!" and snatch her hand away instantly.
The power of the Devil Fruit surged within him, remodeling his body. His physique, weakened by the transmigration and his sudden youth, was restored, and the exhaustion from his adrenaline-fueled terror vanished.
The changes weren't only internal; they were external as well.
His appearance, previously just average, had been marked by slightly tanned and rough skin.
In just a few breaths, all of that disappeared. His skin became fair, smooth, and elastic. His facial features were refined, and even his physique and contours became flawless. A mysterious glowing aura shimmered on his skin.
Most notably, Xinán's face had transformed. If his former looks rated a seventy out of a hundred, he had now surpassed the one-hundred mark.
He was majestic, possessing peerless charisma—a torrent of complimentary adjectives could be heaped upon him.
"Xinán!"
Though the ship's bow lamp was faint, Xinán's body seemed to be radiating light. When Nami clearly saw his face, she called out his name in a daze.
Even though Nami was still maturing and slightly undernourished, she was already a stunning woman, which usually made her uninterested in ordinary men. But seeing Xinán's transformed face, she felt her heart pound wildly. She forgot the danger; all she wanted was to look at his face forever.
All negative status effects were swept away. Xinán felt a rush of overwhelming power.
The former Xinán, who had been collapsed on the ground, stood up and faced Bakal.
Even though Bakal preferred women, when he saw Xinán's current face, his own heart began to pound.
Xinán's charm stat was maxed out. He could no longer be described simply as beautiful or handsome; like the Empress Boa Hancock, the aura of his Devil Fruit's power was such that it could captivate men, women, young, and old alike.
While Bakal was mesmerized by Xinán's beauty, Xinán made his move.
Xinán raised his hand and aimed it at Bakal. Arcs of electricity sparked around his arm, and a bolt of blue-white lightning shot from his palm.
Boom!
The lightning tore through the air, and the heat caused a sonic boom.
Everyone saw only a flash of light and heard a deafening roar. Bakal's hair stood on end. His chest was charred black, and branching discharge patterns covered his skin.
The lightning strike pierced straight through Bakal and hit the wall behind him, causing the wooden ship hull to burst into flames.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Nami's intrusion, and Bakal throwing the sex worker as a weapon, had already terrified the two untouched women in the cabin. The sudden lightning strike made them shriek even louder.
Perhaps because Xinán had just eaten the Devil Fruit and hadn't mastered the power, or because people in the One Piece world have a high resistance to electricity and immense vitality, Bakal was not dead, despite being entirely scorched.
Bakal, having taken the heavy hit, didn't fall. Instead, like a wounded tiger, he launched a final counter-attack, swinging his greatsword with both hands, attempting to cleave Xinán in half.
Facing Bakal, who charged at him with tiger-like ferocity, Xinán chose not to dodge. He simply stood his ground.
The dazzling electrical flash had already jolted Nami out of her daze over Xinán's beauty. Seeing Xinán make no move to evade Bakal's fatal blow, Nami was terrified.
"Xinán!"
Nami's warning came too late!
Seeing Xinán fail to dodge and stand there dumbfounded, Bakal thought the boy was utterly paralyzed with fear. A look of savage triumph crossed his scarred face.
Bakal's powerful slash was strong enough to cut down giant trees or split stone. Xinán slowly raised his hand to parry, and the attack that could split stone landed on Xinán's fair, slender hand.
Bakal imagined that his single strike would split the boy who dared to harm him in two, but that didn't happen.
The razor-sharp greatsword, which Bakal had paid a fortune for, couldn't even scratch Xinán. The blade hit his hand but failed to break the tender skin.
"Impossible!"
Bakal stared at Xinán in disbelief. The frightened Nami also stared, stunned. Neither could understand how Xinán's thin arm had defended against the massive sword.
Before Bakal could react, Xinán acted.
A white aura emanated from his fist, condensing into a white shield of light. He slammed his fist into Bakal's chest.
Crack!
The air around the fist made a breaking sound, and several tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the white aura.
Boom!
The vibration power exploded, generating a terrifying shockwave. The impact transformed into a ferocious hurricane, and Bakal, struck in the chest by Xinán's punch, was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
Great gouts of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed from Bakal's mouth. Xinán's Quake Punch had likely shattered Bakal's insides.
Bakal crashed through the ship's rear hull, giving the pirate vessel a hole straight through it, and splashed into the sea with a huge spray.
In the Sea Calendar Year 1520, the infamous Great Pirate Butcher Bakal, notorious for his ruthless means of burning, killing, and looting the East Blue, died on an unknown late night.