One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

The field fell into dead silence, with only the sound of the wind creating a slight commotion.

Cold sweat trickled down their backs, and the expressions of the remaining three captains were no longer calm, but filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Hey, I'm not seeing things, am I?" The bald man with the scar looked extremely ugly.

"That bandaged guy... he's dead just like that?!" Garou, who had transformed into a giant black wolf, swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"That weird wind... Is this guy also an ability user? What is he...?" Horney was already dressed scantily, and the strong wind had already revealed a lot of skin, but she didn't care about that at the moment.

Although the dust obscured their vision, giving Kiro the opportunity to fight the bandaged man one-on-one, how long had it actually been?!

It probably only lasted a dozen seconds, right?!

In such a short time, how was Kiro able to kill the bandaged man so quickly?

Keep in mind that the bandaged man is of similar strength to them, and his formidable ability to both attack and defend is definitely not something that can be broken in a short time!

If Kiro can quickly kill the bandaged man, then his strength has clearly surpassed theirs by a level!

With furrowed brows, the experienced captains immediately concluded that in a one-on-one fight, they were no match for the boy before them.

Are they now left with no choice but to join forces and fight to the death?

Just as Garou was about to retreat, he saw Horney gracefully step forward, throw off her tattered clothes, and reveal her full and alluring white skin.

Her eyes were alluring, her breath sweet, and she exuded an intoxicating fragrance, boldly displaying her stunning figure to Kiro.

In her mind, young chefs like Kiro, at that age, couldn't resist her charm.

If the other person relaxes for even a moment and breathes in their unique fragrance...

Horney breathed heavily, her voice a mixture of reluctance and shyness, a plaintive lament.

"Handsome young man, there's no reason for us to fight to the death. I can let you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Horney's heart suddenly went off with alarm bells. She turned her head and narrowly dodged a wind blade as fast as lightning.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the wind blades that had penetrated deep into the wall, leaving crisscrossing marks. Horney's alluring face froze, her steps halted, and a look of disbelief crossed her face.

She was confident in her charm, and countless people were captivated by her.

Even after all this, Kiro remains unmoved?!

Embarrassed, Horney retreated to her two temporary comrades, looking rather embarrassed.

A blush of shame and indignation rose to her flushed face; she felt somewhat resentful.

Is Kiro sexually active?

With a blank expression, Kiro forced back Horney, who was trying to seduce him, and then swung his knife several times towards the top of the passage behind him.

The whistling wind blades detached from the blade and cleaved through the overburdened ceiling.

Boom!

The rolling rubble piled up, blocking the only exit on the field.

The captains, who had just begun to consider retreating, immediately felt a chill in their hearts; the worst possible outcome had occurred.

They were about to engage in a final battle with the young swordsman before them.

"Damn it, all we did was capture slaves to earn some Berries, how did we get into this mess?"

Jia Lang's expression was grim, but the next moment, a resolute look appeared on his face.

"Damn it, let's fight him!"

"Does he really think we're afraid of him?!"

"Give it your all, or we'll all die here!!"

The three stood side by side, with Horney taking the lead, her body emanating a pink fragrance that was surprisingly not dispersed by the strong winds of Kilo.

Scarface and Baldy charged side-by-side toward Kiro, who remained stationary.

The spiked club and claws arrived simultaneously, but only pierced through the afterimage left by Kilo.

Horney also felt a sudden dizziness, but then felt the air beside her become scorching hot.

As if realizing something, she turned her head in alarm, and a sweet fragrance wafted from her body. Sure enough, a figure appeared beside her.

Kilo's aura changed abruptly, and the scorching air almost made Horney, who was nearby, unable to breathe.

Meeting Horney's terrified gaze, Kiro drew his knife without hesitation.

【Sun Breathing - Seventh Form - Yanghua Strike】

The thrusting sword technique in Sun Breathing can cause severe penetrating wounds, which explode at the wound site to burn the opponent.

Enveloped in flames, Kiro's rapid advance, a blur of motion, burned away the sweet aromas along the way. The unstoppable flaming blade suddenly approached Horney in fear.

call out!

Horney's body sank, and she staggered back two steps, looking down in disbelief at the gaping hole in her chest.

Her voice was filled with pain, her breath grew weaker, and the flames on her body swelled even more.

"How...could I...die in a place like this..."

boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, engulfing Horney, whose fair body collapsed amidst the black smoke.

Without a shred of pity, Kiro drew his sword and turned to look at the two who were standing there dumbfounded. Just as he was about to speak, his face flushed red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without hesitation, Kilo quickly retreated and left the area shrouded in pink mist.

He looked at the sweet, pink mist with lingering fear.

Devil Fruit abilities are indeed troublesome. Fortunately, he was fast enough to shake off the two attackers in front of him and kill Horney, who was clearly playing a supporting role, in time.

Otherwise, if Horney were to spread the deadly perfume over the square, he would likely be in grave danger.

The swordsmanship I use is based on breathing techniques; if I hold my breath to fight, I probably won't last long.

Even a mere whiff of Horney's fragrance caused Kiro's body to churn, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

If you breathe in more fragrance....

With a long breath, Kiro regained his senses, sheathed his sword, and turned to look at the scarred bald man and Garou who were charging at him again.

He pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, revealing what he considered a gentle, sunny smile.

"Should I wait for you?"

A chill rose from the soles of their feet, and a cold, clear warning of death surfaced in their hearts.

The giant black wolf that Jia Lang had transformed into was sweating profusely. Without thinking, it turned and ran toward the blocked road.

His sharp claws, which he used to rip out the hearts of his enemies, were now being used to frantically dig through the rubble, trying to carve out an escape route.

In the past, Garou would have been ashamed to do such a thing, but now his eyes were bloodshot, and he was even glad that his claws were so good at digging.

Unfortunately, before he could dig for long, he heard a heavy metallic crash.

It could only be Scarface's spiked club.

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, despair appeared in Jia Lang's eyes. He turned around angrily and roared as he pounced on the oncoming Ji Luo.

Swish!

His claws missed their mark, but he was unwilling to give up and still lunged at Kiro, but his powerful claw strike only pierced through Kiro's afterimage.

Finally, Garou stopped what he was doing, his lips trembling as he looked at Kiro, his heart filled with a mixture of despair and rage at the prospect of death.

Not far away, the scarred bald man had already fallen, his body severed from his head, becoming a cold corpse.

Why?

Why?!

I was just here to do some business, and I had to run into such a lunatic!

"Why...why!!!"

The wolf howled angrily, its wide pupils trembling with despair and resentment.

Why?

Kilo chuckled softly and stepped closer.

"Your name is Garou, right?"

"Actually, you should thank your first mate for your deaths today."

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known you were capturing slaves."

Slave...slave?!

Jia Lang caught the key words, and with a trembling voice, squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Slave...slave?!"

His claws trembled unwillingly, and he growled angrily.

"Just for a few filthy slaves?! You're going to kill us all?!"

Upon hearing this, Kiro was so enraged that he laughed instead. With a flash of his blade, he severed Garang's limbs, and blood splattered everywhere.

His screams were filled with rage.

"Extremely filthy?!"

"Gallopian..."

"You...gave your life..."

"What did you take it for!?"

Because of the backlighting, Kiro's face was shrouded in shadow, making his features unclear. However, it seemed as if Garou could see that the thick, inky shadows vaguely outlined the figure of a swordsman who looked like a ghost, with countless wailing ghosts falling into hell under his sword.

Even though his face was shrouded in shadow, Jia Lang saw two pairs of cold, blood-red eyes fixed on him.

A pair of swordsmen in front of him, and a pair of phantoms behind them.

The overwhelming killing intent made Jia Lang feel suffocated, and the pungent smell of blood, as thick as hell, assaulted his nostrils.

Damn it, how many people has this young swordsman killed?!

The longsword in Kiro's hand blurred for a moment.

The next moment, the giant wolf head flew high into the air.

Without even glancing at the massive beast's body that crashed to the ground, he sheathed his sword.

A mechanical voice came to my mind at just the right time.

[Three pirates with bounties of 20 million have been killed, +25 points]