Why would a Saint Seiya become a pirate?

"The Buster Call, is it?!"

Van Nistel roared, raised his foot, and kicked Charles Saint hard.

"what!"

Charlos Saint let out a pig-like scream, his body curled up in a ball, writhing in agony on the ground.

"You want to wipe out the island?!"

Van Nistelrooy swung his fist again, slamming it hard into Charles Saint's face.

Blood gushed from his nose and mouth instantly.

"what!"

Another scream rang out. Charles Saint's voice had become weak, but Van Nistelrooy's anger had not subsided.

"You want to arrest someone, huh?!"

Van Nistel showed no mercy and continued his attack, each blow striking Charles Saint's vital areas.

"what!"

Charles Saint's screams echoed through the bar, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Gold from the heavens, is it?!"

Fanny kept shouting and attacking, seemingly tireless.

"what!"

Charles Saint was on the verge of death, lying motionless on the ground, with only faint breathing as proof that he was still alive.

"stop fighting."

The bar owner, unable to bear it any longer, offered a reminder.

"why?"

Fanny looked up, his anger still burning, and asked his boss.

"I'm out of breath."

The boss explained, his expression quite complicated.

"is it?"

Fanny's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

He slowly walked to Saint Charlos's side and lightly tapped the Celestial Dragon's crotch.

A major strike was launched.

"Awooo!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Charles Saint let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if he had been electrocuted.

He sprang up abruptly. That scream seemed to have used up all his last strength.

"Look, he's still alive."

Van Nistel said triumphantly, his face beaming with the joy of victory.

"6."

The boss's many words were ultimately reduced to this one word.

He looked at Fanny, his eyes filled with admiration and helplessness.

"Have you had enough? I have to go to work now."

A lazy voice came from the bar entrance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a yellow suit and sunglasses.

A man with a playful smile on his lips slowly walked in.

It was none other than Admiral Kizaru.

"Admiral Kizaru, right?"

Fanny's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at Kizaru, showing no fear whatsoever.

Old Deng arrived a long time ago, but he's been slacking off the whole time.

He even took the time to light a cigar.

"Little friend, do you recognize me?"

Kizaru slightly raised his head, looked at Fanny through his sunglasses, and spoke with a hint of teasing.

"know."

Fanny answered briefly, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.

"Then please do me the honor of putting down the person you're holding, okay?"

Kizaru's tone remained relaxed, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, let's find a spacious place and have a fight."

Fanny did not back down and made his demands.

"Okay."

Kizaru readily agreed, his face still bearing that carefree smile.

The two walked out of the bar one after the other and came to an empty square.

People around them scattered in terror and fled.

They knew that the battle between a Marine Admiral and a young man who dared to challenge the Celestial Dragons would be a thrilling and spectacular one.

Once you're caught in the crossfire, you'll be badly injured, if not killed.

They won't even have a complete corpse when they die.

"How terrible."

Kizaru said this in an exaggerated manner, but there was no fear on his face.

"Little friend, have you ever been kicked by the light?"

Suddenly, Kizaru's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light as he kicked towards Fanny with a speed that was dazzling to behold.

"Grandpa, have you ever been hit by light?"

Fanny showed no weakness, and a powerful energy surged around his body instantly.

He met Kizaru's attack head-on with a powerful punch.

"Eight feet long, a jade magatama!"

Kizaru shouted and his hands moved rapidly.

Countless golden light projectiles rained down on Van Nistelrooy, illuminating the entire sky.

"Lightning, Ion Light Speed ​​Fist".

Fanny was not to be outdone; his fists became countless afterimages, surrounded by blue lightning.

Carrying powerful electric current and force, it charged towards those light projectiles.

Then a series of explosions were heard.

The light bullet collided with the fist, producing a dazzling light and a tremendous impact.

"Ouch, that hurts! Is that supposed to be domineering? No, it's not!"

During a lull in his attack, Kizaru noticed the unusual power of Fanny and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Too late, Pegasus, Comet Fist!"

Taking advantage of Kizaru's surprise, Fanny launched a fierce attack.

His body, like a galloping steed, charged towards Kizaru with boundless momentum.

The force of the fist transformed into a celestial horse, streaking across the sky like a comet, carrying destructive power.

"You've got some skills, kid."

At the last moment, Kizaru activated his elemental transformation, dodging Fanny's attack.

A hint of appreciation appeared on his face.

However, his back was already a bloody mess.

He never expected that this seemingly young boy would possess such formidable strength.

"Grandpa, you're the same."

Fanny wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Kizaru with a determined gaze.

This battle made him realize his current strength more clearly.

"It's a pity. After fighting a Celestial Dragon, it will be difficult for you to become a Marine."

Kizaru sighed slightly, seemingly regretting Vannie's future.

"Looks like I need to get serious."

Fanny took a deep breath, his gaze becoming even more focused.

It unleashed its full potential.

"The essence of light, Amaterasu."

Kizaru clasped his hands together and muttered incantations.

Then a huge golden light shot out from his hand, as dazzling as the sun, and swept towards Van Nistelrooy.

Wherever it went, everything was swallowed by the light.

"That was a big one, goodbye, telekinesis!"

Van Nistel felt the immense power of this move and dared not take it head-on.

He concentrated his mind, used his telekinesis, and his body instantly floated up, retreating rapidly backward.