One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Under the deep night sky, a torrential rain began to fall, and faint flashes of lightning ripped through the night, illuminating a figure standing upright with a sword in hand.

Kilo calmed the chaotic energy within his body, and the black and white world in his vision gradually returned to normal.

The fluctuations in his aura gradually weakened, and the crimson markings covering his upper body gradually faded, leaving only a few light-colored marks.

The side effects of activating the markings began to appear. Kiro felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and his body temperature, which was nearly 40 degrees Celsius, gradually dropped.

Kilo was somewhat moved as he carefully felt the impact of the previous strike.

With the help of the transparent world, his strike just now was very close to the "iron-cutting" that only a sword master could achieve.

He vaguely sensed the breath of all things, and was only one step away from that realm.

Presumably, after a period of consolidation, I will be able to truly step into the realm of a sword master.

Not far away, Brigadier General Kuka took two steps back in disbelief, staring at the gradually cooling corpse of Onigumo, his eyes filled with incredulity.

Hiding behind Brigadier General Kuka, Qige's face was filled with despair, and she was trembling like a leaf.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Lieutenant General Onigumo...how could he die in a place like this?!"

The naval crew watching were equally incredulous.

Onigumo, a dignified Marine Vice Admiral and a top-tier powerhouse capable of going toe-to-toe with the great pirates of the New World in the Grand Line, actually fell to an unknown nobody!

He actually died in the mere West Sea?!

Someone in the crowd swallowed hard.

"This...this guy..."

"It's a monster!!"

The navy soldiers surrounding Kilo all looked on with despair.

Their hands trembled as they gripped the smoothbore musket; the once reliable weapon offered them no sense of security.

It was as if they weren't the ones surrounding Kilo, but rather Kilo alone was surrounding them.

Kilo slowly raised his head, his cold black eyes sweeping around, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

The still-warm corpse of Onigumo beside him was the most powerful deterrent.

With a slight frown, Kiro looked at Brigadier General Kuka and the two brigadier generals from Onigumo's command standing beside him.

A brigadier general, trembling uncontrollably, roared angrily, "How...how dare you?!"

"Lord Onigumo was a Marine Vice Admiral! How dare you kill him?!"

"You're going against the entire world!!"

Kilo looked calmly at the brigadier general who had spoken, and the cold, sharp gaze sent a chill down his spine.

"Do you all know that you are involved in the slave trade?"

The brigadier general pointed at Kiro and roared angrily, "You dare kill Lord Onigumo for these mere slaves? World Government..."

Clang!

In an instant, a dazzling bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, a thin line flashing by.

Kilo's figure blurred and disappeared, then instantly reappeared behind the commodore.

"I ask, you answer."

I'll only say it once.

A thin line of blood gradually appeared on the naval commodore's neck.

Clutching the gushing blood, he collapsed to the ground amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd.

The surrounding sailors were taken aback by what they saw.

Kiro's gaze fell once more on another brigadier general brought by Onigumo. Just as Kiro was about to speak, the other man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"No...don't kill me!"

"I know who was involved!"

Kiro narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised. "Write down everything you know."

......

A moment later, Kiro held a list in his hand.

The naval officers who had previously been arrogant and domineering, relying on Onigumo, were now kneeling in a row, tears streaming down their faces.

Through a “prisoner’s dilemma” interrogation, a situation unprecedented in this era, he confirmed the accuracy of the list from Kuka and others.

Unexpectedly, these individuals, all non-commissioned officers of the 72nd Naval Branch, were involved in such a sordid transaction.

However, the vast majority of the naval soldiers in the branch were completely unaware of this matter.

Kilo frowned and pondered. He had met a sergeant during his infiltration earlier, who had mentioned that every naval soldier in the branch was involved.

It now seems that the sergeant was probably just trying to stall Kiro for time.

Kilo lowered his eyes and looked at Kuka and the others.

Seemingly realizing something suddenly, Kuka, feeling uneasy, quickly looked up with a fawning smile on his face.

"Lord Kiro, I can give you all the Berries I've earned!"

"Just spare my life!"

Upon hearing this, Kiro pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "I'll give you five minutes to hand over all the money your branch has earned through transporting slaves."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Kuka's eyes, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope for survival.

He scrambled and crawled, leading a few soldiers, and piled all the money he had collected from the base onto the open ground, creating a gleaming mountain of wealth in front of Kilo.

A moment later, Kuka put all the pewter and treasure into a large bag and wiped his brow.

"Sir! There are a total of 280 million Berries here!"

Before him lay almost all the wealth he had accumulated in recent years by transporting slaves to the Celestial Dragons.

Although my heart is bleeding, surviving is the most important thing!

Qige, also filled with hope, looked at Kiro, "Lord Kiro, my Thorn Trading Company also has many Berries, we can..."

Swish!

A flash of sword light, a spurt of blood, and Qige's head flew high into the air!

The officers, who had already begun to have hope, were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief, and the square fell into an eerie silence.

Kuka's gaze was filled with undisguised shock as he focused on Kilo's retreating figure as he sheathed his sword.

"You...you promised to let us go?!"

Under the night sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the horizon.

Kiro's face was illuminated by the lightning, his calm and cold gaze remaining unchanged.

The icy voice made Kuka's blood freeze for a moment.

"When did I ever say I would let you go?"

"How could I possibly expect you scum who disregard life to realize your mistakes?"

Kiro held the Dragon Slayer sword horizontally in front of his chest, its gleaming blade exuding a suffocating chill.

A bluish-green solid hurricane slowly formed, silently surrounding the officers.

"No!!!"

Kuka and the others stared in disbelief, roaring in fury.

They drew their weapons and pounced on Kilo frantically, struggling to cling to a last glimmer of hope.

Kiro stared indifferently at the approaching group, his longsword trembling slightly, and a sudden burst of gusts of wind enveloped them all.

A series of screams came from the gale, but soon fell silent, leaving only the sharp howling of the wind.

Kilo turned away, ignoring the naval soldiers who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

He never kills innocent people indiscriminately.

The public execution of the ringleaders was enough to deter others.

Kiro picked up the bag full of treasure and went straight to the dock warehouse.

With a casual slash, he unleashed several sword energies that cleaved through the outer wall, creating a path to Liuhua Island. Then, Kiro kicked open the warehouse door.

boom!

The massive iron gate collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Kilo strode forward and entered the warehouse.