One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Those underlings who were originally rushing towards Kilo were suddenly sent flying backward at an even faster speed.

Gotti dodged a flying henchman and quickly turned to check, only to find that the man's chest had caved in, and he was spitting out blood with a "whoosh" as his head drooped immediately.

They are as dead as can be.

"What!?"

Gotti was shocked, and a sense of dread crept into his heart.

As one of the strongest fighters in the Flame Gang, Gotti was confident that he could go toe-to-toe with pirates with bounties of twenty or thirty million!

Even he couldn't see how Kiro made his move!

Is this still the same fat sheep that was slaughtered at will, chased for three days without daring to fight back?

Kiro's expression remained unchanged, still calm.

He walked forward slowly but firmly, surrounded by the crowd.

Whenever someone gets close to him, they are sent flying back at a terrifying speed, and are left severely injured and on the verge of death.

Gotti's face turned pale. He stared intently and only then could he vaguely make out Kilo's movements.

Whenever someone approaches, Kilo's right hand blurs for a moment, leaving afterimages as it flashes across the person's chest before quickly retracting.

A few drops of cold sweat trickled down Gottie's forehead, and his expression turned serious, the previous underestimation and contempt gone.

Unexpectedly, this kid who seemed easy to handle turned out to be a formidable expert!

He looks like he's only in his teens!

That speed of attack...

Gotti swallowed hard; he had never seen such terrifying speed.

Such a powerful figure... I'm afraid we are no match for him!

Gotti silently stepped back, dialing a Den Den Mushi in his hand.

He decided to ask Capone Becky for help.

Meanwhile, Kilo, who was on the front lines of the battle, remained as leisurely as ever.

Despite the overwhelming number of bandits, no one dared to step forward.

There were originally dozens of people on the speedboat, but now only a small portion remain. Most of the rest have fallen to the ground, turning into cold corpses.

Even more terrifying is that they don't even know how Kilo made his move!

Someone in the crowd swallowed hard, and the tense atmosphere froze.

Every time Kilo took a step forward, the others took a step back.

Only when their backs hit the wall and they turned around abruptly did they realize with horror that Gotti had locked the cabin door.

They were left alone on the deck, confronting Kilo.

Interestingly, even though there were more than ten of them on the deck, and Kilo was only one person, it seemed as if Kilo had surrounded them.

"Damn it! Gotti, how dare you lock us out!?"

"Gordy, I'll f*** you!!!"

Some people cursed loudly in the crowd, while others, with resentment on their faces, charged toward Kiro with a do-or-die mentality. But the outcome was no different; just like everyone else before them, they were sent flying backward, spitting blood.

Seeing this, an atmosphere of despair gradually spread among the crowd.

The sound of Kilo's footsteps falling one by one seemed like the Grim Reaper's call, each step shattering the deepest bottom line in their hearts.

"No...don't come any closer!!!"

"You monster!!!"

Some people broke down and screamed, while others cried in despair, but all to no avail. They could only watch helplessly as Kilo approached like the Grim Reaper.

Kiro remained unfazed throughout, simply raising his bloodstained right fist as he approached step by step.

……

Gotti's forehead was covered in sweat as he held the Den Den Mushi, which he considered his lifeline.

"Yes, boss!"

"That brat who appeared out of nowhere is terrifyingly strong!"

"My brothers... they've probably all died in battle!"

His lips were pale as he nervously reported to Capone Becky.

Suddenly, the cries and screams outside the cabin abruptly ceased, and the entire speedboat fell into complete silence.

Gotti's pupils contracted; this eerie silence could only mean one thing—

The followers he brought...

It is highly likely that they have all perished!

Gotti's breathing became a little rapid, but suddenly she heard footsteps and they stopped behind the door in front of her.

"Damn it! Why are you forcing me!"

Gotti, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, raised the heavy machine gun in his right hand, aiming it at the doorway.

This is his most powerful and proudest weapon, and to this day, he has never encountered an opponent who can withstand his attacks head-on!

Although Kiro's strength is likely superior to his, as long as he is hit by his bullet...

Gotti made a decisive move and opened fire. A torrent of machine gun bullets shot out from the dark muzzle, carrying a thick smell of gunpowder into the air and rushing toward the door with terrifying force.

boom!!!

The sound of bullets exploding was incessant, and the torrent of steel tilted for more than ten seconds before gradually coming to a stop.

Gotti, panting heavily, looked warily toward the doorway.

"Is he...dead?"

A cloud of smoke rose, obscuring Gotti's vision. He struggled to make out the smoke, when suddenly he saw a crimson sword beam hurtling towards him from within the smoke!

"Damn it!"

Gotti turned pale and quickly hid under the metal plate on his left shoulder.

This metal plate is also one of his greatest assets. Since he went to sea to follow Capone Bege, this metal plate has helped him withstand countless attacks.

In the most dangerous instance, his metal plate blocked a full-force attack from a Devil Fruit user with a bounty of nearly 30 million!

As long as we can withstand the attack and hold out until Capone Bege arrives!

Gotti's left arm suddenly sank, followed by a surge of immense force that caused him to slide backward.

He gritted his teeth, plowing deep furrows with his feet, and finally managed to stop.

"We held on!"

Although the power was terrifying, it was still within his tolerance range!

Gorty's face lit up with joy, but when he looked up, his expression of relief froze, and his blood seemed to freeze.

He discovered that Kiro, expressionless, had appeared before him at some point, holding a blazing red blade as red as lava.

This posture doesn't look like someone who just made a slash.

Could it be that……

Gotti's eyes widened as a terrifying suspicion began to form in his mind.

Could it be that what he just desperately defended against was merely the sword energy unleashed by his opponent?!

If sword energy already possesses such terrifying power...

What about the next strike?!

"Wait, no..."

Gotti was horrified and screamed in terror, his muscles bulging as he desperately used the metal plate to meet the dragon's attack.

Swish!

A blade flashed past as fast as lightning.

Gotti was stunned and took two steps back.

He did not feel any powerful impact.

"Did you...you managed to defend against it?"

Gotti's lips trembled, and she was about to speak.

next second.

The metal plate he was so proud of gradually split in two and slid to the ground before his incredulous gaze.

At the same time, Gotti's left arm was also severed along with it!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A painful howl burst from Gotti's mouth.

The extremely hot blade scorched the wound, and although no blood flowed from the severed arm, the intense heat intensified the pain.

Gotti's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, the excruciating pain from his severed left arm contorting his face in agony.

A tremendous sense of weakness washed over him, as if the blow had cleaved his mind and spirit in two.

This!

What kind of monster is this?!

How could it cut through his metal plate?!

Could it be that……

A terrifying suspicion arose in his mind.

"A swordsman?!"