Luffy's head hit like a fired cannon.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG—!!
The sound ripped through Arlong Park.
Arlong's blue forehead caved inward from the impact, the shockwave exploding outward in a ring of shattered air and stone. His massive body lifted off the ground—cleanly—like a rug caught by a violent gust, spinning once, twice, before crashing straight through one of the park's buildings.
KRRRRRAAAAAASH!!
Walls collapsed. Pillars snapped. Dust and debris swallowed the structure as Arlong disappeared inside it, his body tearing through stone like paper before finally slamming into the far wall.
Silence followed.
Just for a breath.
Zoro stared, eyes wide, chest rising slowly.
"…he sent him flying."
His grip loosened slightly on his swords, a low breath escaping him—not relief, but awe.
Sanji's mouth was open, cigarette forgotten between his fingers.
"…that idiot," he muttered, a sharp grin tugging at his face.
"He really did it."
The fishmen froze.
Smiles died mid-laugh.
Pride curdled into disbelief.
"What…" "No way…" "Arlong-sama…?"
Some staggered back. Others clenched their fists, teeth chattering—not from fear they would admit, but from the impossible sight burned into their eyes.
Luffy exhaled deeply.
"Huuuu…"
He looked at the ruined building, smoke and dust drifting from the broken walls. Without a word, he stretched his arm forward, rubber lengthening as it slid through the cracked opening, reaching inside.
His hand brushed stone.
Then—cloth.
Then—
A body.
Arlong lay there, dazed, embedded in broken concrete.
But that wasn't what made Luffy's eyes narrow.
Around him—on the walls, the floor, even half-buried under rubble—were maps.
Hundreds of them.
Drawings layered over drawings. Coastlines traced again and again. Islands labeled, currents marked, depths measured. The East Blue spread across the room in obsessive detail, every corner refined, corrected, perfected.
It wasn't just mapping.
It was ownership.
A low laugh echoed.
"Hahahaha…"
Arlong pushed himself upright, shaking dust from his shoulders, blood trailing down his forehead. His grin returned—wide, cruel, proud.
"You must be wondering," he said, voice thick with satisfaction,
"why there are so many maps here… right?"
He spread his arms.
"Hahahahaha!! That girl you call your friend?"
"She's my slave."
His teeth gleamed.
"All this time—drawing for me. Mapping the entire East Blue."
"Money, knowledge, control—everything I need."
His eyes burned with greed.
"When it's finished," Arlong continued, voice swelling,
"I rule the whole East Blue."
"Hahahahaha—!!"
Possession.
Obsession.
Ownership twisted into cruelty.
Luffy didn't answer.
He stood there, arm still stretched into the ruined building.
His face was unreadable.
No anger.
No shock.
No smile.
Just silence.
And somehow—
that silence was heavier than any shout.
Arlong laughed again, louder this time, harsher.
"Hahahaha—now you know the truth."
He spread his arms wide, standing amid broken stone and maps.
"She never needed your pity," he sneered.
"She just wanted your treasure—and you idiots walked right into it."
His grin twisted, teeth bared like a predator.
"When this is over," Arlong continued, voice dripping with malice,
"I'll make her suffer reallu suffer . Her sister too ill have my fun with there bodies ...hahaha and let my men have a taste they shall enjoy those two without any restrain..hahahaha. then ill sale those two to anyone who wants them they'll be my sex slave and make money out of them until they die ahahah. My men will break them, break this village, break everyone...well destroy that village torture them until they asked for death..."
He leaned forward, eyes blazing.
"They'll beg. They'll scream. And I'll enjoy every second of it."
Fishmen roared with laughter.
"Kill him, Arlong-sama!"
"Crush him!"
"Show that human his place!"
Arlong cracked his neck.
.
Hahaha that's your fucking fate you humanssssss
"I'll kill you first, kill those bugs," he growled,
"and end this bullshit right now."
Luffy didn't answer.
Not a word.
His face stayed blank.
Then—
his arm stretched backward, rubber snapping tight as it wrapped around something deep inside the ruined structure.
Stone cracked.
Metal screamed.
With one powerful pull, Luffy launched himself upward.
The air exploded beneath his feet.
He flew.
Straight up.
Higher than the broken walls.
Higher than the watchtowers.
Higher than Arlong's throne.
Wind tore past him as his body spun in midair, his right leg stretching—stretching—coiling high into the sky like a drawn executioner's blade.
The sun caught it.
For a moment, the entire park looked up.
Fishmen froze.
Arlong's eyes widened.
Luffy's voice thundered across the island.
"GOMU GOMU NO—"
His leg twisted, rotating with unstoppable momentum.
"BATTLE AXE!!"
The kick came down like judgment.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—!!
The building beneath Arlong—
the room filled with maps, greed, chains, and stolen dreams—
was split clean in two.
Stone shattered.
Steel buckled.
The ground ruptured as the structure collapsed inward, swallowed by its own destruction.
Dust surged like a tidal wave.
Walls disintegrated.
Maps tore apart, burned, vanished—
years of obsession erased in an instant.
The impact shook the entire Arlong Park.
Fishmen were thrown off their feet.
Screams cut through the chaos.
And at the center of it all—
nothing remained.
Only rubble.
Only ruin.
Only silence.
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To be continued