Buzz!
Before his palms could even strike, the fierce wind had already caused his cheeks to cave inwards. Ah Long was shocked, and his rich combat experience made him instinctively duck down hastily.
Embarrassing as it might be, it was indeed effective.
Thud!
Where his head would have been, the air vibrated intensely. Ah Long felt his eardrums explode and his nose started to bleed.
He was horrified; had he hesitated for half a second more, he might have not died, but his head would have undoubtedly been smashed flat.
No time to think further, Shano's missed strike didn't separate; instead, his palms directly descended, targeting Ah Long's crown.
"Damn human!" Terrified and furious, Ah Long's ferocity was provoked, he suddenly opened his bloodthirsty mouth and bit towards Shano's arm.
Oh?
Seeing him no longer avoid, Shano narrowed his eyes with interest, meeting the bite with his right arm.
You seek death!
Ah Long's eyes were fierce.
The foolish human, daring to underestimate him, not realizing that his sharpest weapon wasn't the large saw blade in his hand, but his row of sharp fangs!
Crunch!
Alongside the familiar fishy taste, a cracking sound suddenly emerged.
Ah Long grinned, but before he could display satisfaction, he was horrified to find it wasn't Shano's arm that was broken, but his own teeth.
The gushing blood wasn't from cutting Shano's muscle but from his own gums.
"Bite! Keep biting."
Shano expressionlessly pressed his arm harder, "Why don't you bite anymore?"
"Mmm...Mmm!" Ah Long struggled desperately, trying to spit out the steel-like arm, but to no avail, he could only watch as the arm moved closer to his throat.
"I heard you could even bite through cannonballs, but today you're so weak?"
Shano continued pressing inward, "Didn't eat?"
"Let me give you my arm! It's all protein, replenish your nutrition, and you'll have strength, right?"
The calm voice gradually filled with brutality.
Ah Long's eyes started to turn white, and his entire jaw was filled to the extreme, making a faint cracking sound as his skull began to break.
The strong arm started to spin in his mouth.
The remaining few fangs, along with large chunks of flesh, were like dirty clothes in a drum, pushed and squeezed out.
"Mmm...!"
Ah Long was nearly suffocating, consciousness blurry, with only the instinct to survive causing him to frantically claw at Shano's chest and arm.
But he couldn't even break the skin, leaving only faint scratches.
"Let go of Brother Long!"
A sudden shout from behind, it was Qiu leading three Fishman officers, charging in with swords from behind.
Shano glanced back.
It was strange, they were clearly attacking, even roaring, yet their faces were filled with fear and despair, reminiscent of Captain Elvin.
Shano paid no heed, not even glancing at them again.
The same scene repeating?
Watching the terrifying back muscles getting closer and Shano's indifferent attitude, Qiu's eyes were filled not with joy but more despair.
He saw with his own eyes that Hachi's six swords, no matter how they were swung, couldn't break the opponent's defense.
Hachi was the first swordsman on the ship, each sword weighing three hundred kilograms, if even Hachi couldn't do it, what chance did they have?
But Brother Long couldn't be ignored!
In a single moment of thought, three swords from different directions were slashing towards Shano's back, smoothly cutting in.
They pierced through?!
Qiu was initially overjoyed, but his expression quickly changed.
Wrong! The places where the swords penetrated were deliberate fold gaps in the opponent's contracted latissimus muscles!
Clang!
An instant later, the muscle knotted and swelled outward, ejecting all three sword blades back!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Three Fishmen who couldn't dodge in time were instantly nailed to a coconut tree, their necks pierced, blood flowing down the tree bark.
No, no!
In blurred vision, Ah Long saw this scene, overwhelmed by grief and indignation, tears streaming down —
Go, leave quickly! My foolish kinsmen, can't you see, this human… no! This monster, isn't someone you guys can contend with!
"Are… you crying?"
Shano curiously examined him, "It's almost making me sympathetic, nearly letting you go, but unfortunately, there's a saying, crocodile tears deserve no sympathy."
He glanced into the distance again.
The remaining Fishman pirates, seeing their officers nearly wiped out, and even Ah Long being powerless, were completely terrified, turning to flee towards the seaside, each wishing they had another pair of legs.
Shano leaned down, whispering softly in Ah Long's ear:
"Oh right, you're a shark, it doesn't matter, they're all about the same, aren't they?"
As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Ah Long's head, turning around to pursue the Fishmen fleeing madly towards the docks!
He continuously executed "Soru," the scenery on both sides rapidly retreating from the speeding explosion, while Ah Long's lower body continued crashing through massive trees, and consciousness quickly faded.
Pa, arriving at the shattered pier, Shano finally stopped.
With a cold glance down, the purple Fishman in his hand had been dragged across a kilometer-long gouge, body bloodied, leaving a winding trail of blood on the countryside dirt road.
"Dead?"
Shano slightly frowned, disappointment evident in his expression, "So you… were really only at this level?"
He still hadn't been able to make Shano exert his full strength for a satisfying fight.
Shaking his head, like discarding trash, Shano tossed Ah Long's corpse onto the beach, shifting his gaze to the Fishman pirates scrambling up Shark Spab.
"Not good! That monster is coming after us!!"
A Fishman noticed him, emitting a shrill scream, "What are you waiting for, sail quickly!"
"The ship still needs to turn! There's no time!"
"Then jump overboard, swim away directly, in the sea, can he possibly catch up to us Fishmen?"
Escape into the sea?
Shano sneered, he had no habit of leaving loose ends.
Moonwalk!
With a tense foot landing on the ground, he vanished in a flash, perching atop the tall mast.
With good visibility, every Fishman pirate was in clear view.
Fishmen were already crawling over the side rail, jumping into the ocean; Shano expressionlessly lifted his right arm, aiming his finger at the head of the retreating figure.
Finger Gun!
A shockwave burst from his fingertip, instantly exploding the Fishman's head, and before the opponent's brain matter could splatter, Shano had already aimed at the next target…
...
The sea breeze swept through, carrying a heavy scent of blood amidst the salty air.
Ken's legs trembled as he carefully stalked through the scattered remains, approaching the dock's edge.
This scene was similar to the countryside dirt road earlier, with Fishman bodies floating everywhere, on the ship's sides, on the deck, in the sea.
What was going on?
Could it be…
That figure which passed him, headed towards the sea, finished the battle all by himself?
"Sha… Shano?" Ken cupped his hands like a megaphone, loudly calling out as he searched, "Where are you! How are you, are you okay?"
"Here, Uncle Ken."
The voice came from above.
Ken then noticed a figure sitting at the top of the gigantic pirate ship's mast, unmoving, silently observing everything below.
"Uncle, you seem a bit late."
Shano raised his head, revealing a slightly weary face, not from physical exhaustion but the relaxation that follows intense mental tension.
Seeing Ken's speechless face, he smiled slightly:
"I've killed all the pirates, not a single one left, it's a bit of a pity, couldn't give you, the officer, a chance to contribute."