Pirate: I, Buggy, am the Emperor, the Emperor of the Clown King!

"Aaaaaaah!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Ba's body had already shot out.

Hurry up!

Extremely fast.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel was dense and continuous, as fast as the wind.

Six knives were raised at the same time.

Six beams of cold light fell simultaneously.

Six-Sword Style: Ultimate Technique - Six-Sword Waltz!!!

The blade tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, slashing at Bucky's body simultaneously from six different directions.

Up, down, left, right, front, back!

Nowhere to escape?

There's nowhere to hide!

The dragon narrowed its eyes, a ferocious smile, tinged with the pleasure of revenge, appearing on its lips.

Hachi's Six-Sword Style is a sword technique that can cut through steel and shred rocks.

A human being, standing still, was simultaneously struck by six swords?

will die.

They will definitely die.

Despicable humans, vile humans, they deserve to die, they deserve to die, they deserve to die...

Then the blade pierced through Bucky's body.

Xiao Ba was stunned.

His six knives pierced through Bucky's body, and he continued charging forward, stunned, because he couldn't stop now.

What just happened?

It's not about cutting or severing, but rather... passing through.

It's like cutting through a wisp of smoke, a phantom, or nothingness.

Bucky's body was cleaved into countless pieces by those six flashes of light.

Its head, torso, and limbs were all floating in mid-air.

That face, clad in a black and white mask, still retained that elegant smile.

"Six-Sword Style." Buggy's voice came from among the floating fragments, still unhurried and polite. "A very interesting technique."

Xiao Ba has already gone too far.

"A Devil Fruit user!" He staggered to his feet, turned around, and stared at the body fragments floating in the air, his pupils contracting sharply.

In an instant, Xiao Ba realized it.

After all, he came back from the Grand Line, and he has seen quite a few Devil Fruit users, if not many.

The unique feature of this world is that any incomprehensible special ability is simply attributed to a Devil Fruit.

Bucky did not answer him.

Because his attention was no longer on Xiao Ba.

On the left, a dark figure was rapidly approaching.

It's Croobi.

His hands were crossed in front of him, with a ball of water gathering between his palms.

That's Fishman Karate, which can only be used to its fullest potential when there is water.

So during the attack, he grabbed a puddle of seawater from the side.

However, if the user is a Devil Fruit user, seawater can be effective.

"Fishman Karate!" Croobi roared, thrusting his palm forward, "Thousand-Watt Straight Punch!!!"

But there's an even faster one on the right.

Yes, it's a chirp.

His mouth was bulging like a balloon, filled with a whole barrel of wine.

Then puff puff puff puff puff!

Numerous water jets shot out from that protruding mouth, covering the sky and densely, like a torrential rain.

The water bullet tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it shot towards Pakistan from the right.

This is Chirp's signature move, which can launch hundreds of water bullets in an instant. Each bullet is powerful enough to pierce wooden boards and shatter bones.

It's completely blocked off from all sides.

Combined with Croobi's frontal assault, it was a decisive blow.

The evil dragon stood behind, its sinister grin widening.

This is his true companion.

This is the true strength of the murlocs.

Do you really think that eating a Devil Fruit makes you invincible?

If a human's escape route is blocked by water bullets, they are doomed if they are hit by a frontal attack!

Then the dragon saw that the fragments of Bucky's body floating in mid-air could instantly reassemble.

The head, torso, and limbs, as if drawn together by invisible threads, were instantly pieced together into a complete body.

He reached behind him with his left hand and drew his plum blossom sword.

The sword reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

Then Bucky started swinging his sword.

He held the sword in his left hand, the blade drawing arcs in front of him.

Those arcs formed an impenetrable curtain of swords in front of Bucky.

This isn't some particularly advanced sword technique; it's simply about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, using the sword as a beat.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The water bullets struck the sword screen, splashing up countless tiny droplets of water.

The water droplets refracted a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Not a single water bullet could penetrate that sword barrier.

Not a single water bullet hit Bucky's body.

Bucky reached behind him with his right hand and drew the Heart Sword and the Black Sword in succession, throwing them into the air.

The two swords disappeared into the spray and dust after they left his hands.

No one noticed where the two swords went.

Because the water bullets are still being fired.

Because Croobi had already rushed in front of him.

"Die!!!" Croobi roared, his hand slamming into Buggy's chest with immense force.

Bucky's right hand finally grasped the last block sword.

He held his sword in his right hand, thrusting it towards Croobi's palm, the tip of the sword colliding with the compressed water in his palm.

boom! ! !

A shockwave erupted from the point of impact, overturning the surrounding rubble and dust.

Croobi's power is indeed astonishing.

Fishmen's physical abilities far surpass those of humans, and combined with their karate techniques, the power of this palm strike is enough to shatter a thousand tiles.

But Bucky's sword blocked it.

The sword bent slightly, dissipating the immense force, and then rebounded.

Croobbi was blasted away, a trickle of blood seeping from his palm.

He was stunned.

A human caught his fishman karate punch with one hand?

Before he could react, Bucky flicked his left hand, and the sword curtain on the plum blossom sword suddenly dispersed.

The water bullets that were blocked all turned into water droplets that splashed everywhere.

Water droplets refracted a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Water droplets obscured everyone's view.

The water droplets continued to obscure the trajectory of the two ace throwing knives.

And now, the dragon is attacking Bucky.

Hachi, Croobi, Chirp... can only be considered as cover, because Arlong is the strongest among them, so the final blow is usually reserved for Arlong.

Meanwhile, the dragon remained behind, observing and waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Buggy has just blocked Chu's water bullet and knocked back Croobi, but his swordplay is weakened and his center of gravity is not yet stable.

To the dragon, this was the perfect time to attack.

At least if the opponent were a normal Devil Fruit user or swordsman, Arlong's approach would be correct.

Unfortunately, Bucky's powers aren't quite normal.

The dragon's figure flashed like a blue lightning bolt, instantly passing through the curtain of water and appearing in front of Bucky.

His right hand was outstretched, the sharp nails gleaming coldly in the sunlight, aimed straight at Bucky's face.

"Die!!!" the dragon roared, its claw powerful enough to tear steel apart.

He couldn't see the two swords.

Because the water curtain obscured the view.

He couldn't see the two streaks of light descending from the sky.

Because his attention was entirely focused on Bucky's face.

He just wanted to tear that face apart.

Tear this human being who dared to destroy his home to shreds.

Then the dragon felt his arms suddenly become lighter.

It's not that I feel powerless or numb, but that I genuinely feel lighter.

The dragon bowed its head.

He saw his left arm falling down.

He saw his right arm also falling down.

Both arms were severed at the elbows, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

Bright red blood gushed out from the broken opening like two fountains, splashing onto the ruins and rubble.

The dragon has little interest in direct combat?

Coincidentally, Bucky is the same way!

Since everyone's playing mind games with each other, let's see who's more cunning.

But now it's clear that Pakistan has the upper hand.

The dragon was stunned.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a muffled groan of pain escaped his lips.

Then he saw the two trump cards: the Red Heart Sword and the Black Heart Sword.

Two swords hovered beside him, their blades unstained by a single drop of blood, suspended there quietly.

Everything around us seemed to freeze in time.

The water bullets have stopped being fired.

His mouth was still open, but he could no longer make a sound. He just stared at the dragon's arms and the gushing blood, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Croobbi stood frozen in place, his palm still bleeding, but he could no longer feel the pain.

He simply looked at the dragon, at the captain he had followed for years, and at the shark-man whose arms had been severed.

Hachi's six arms were trembling as he tried to rush forward, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a single step.

On the Buggy Pirates' ship in the distance.

Mochi opened his mouth wide, almost dropping the whip in his hand.

Kabaji squinted, but the twitching at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner shock.

The crew members stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the deck.

"The ship... Captain..." a henchman stammered, "The captain... cut off the dragon's hand?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone was stunned by this scene.

Nami stood at the bow of the ship.

Her fingers gripped the gunwale tightly as she looked at the figure hovering in mid-air in the distance.

Bucky had already taken off, his feet off the ground.

Nami looked at all of this in disbelief.

Two floating swords, the dragon's severed arms... and the gushing blood.

Then Nami laughed, her smile so wide it almost reached her ears.

What a twisted smile that was!

What a joyful smile that was!

How delightful!

How delightful!

How delightful!

For eight years, she has seen the scene of the dragon being killed countless times in her dreams.

But those were all dreams.

And now...

"It's not a dream," Nami said softly, a sense of indescribable relief in her voice.

Pakistani hangs suspended in mid-air above the ruins.

He held a plum blossom sword in his left hand and a square sword in his right.

The Red Heart Sword and the Black Heart Sword flew back behind him on their own and silently slid into their sheaths.

Bucky looked down at the shark-man Evil Dragon kneeling in a pool of blood below.

Looking at those terrified, angry, and incredulous Hachi, Crooby, and Chirp.

Bucky's mouth, visible beneath his mask, is slightly upturned.

"The Six-Sword Style is indeed very interesting," Buggy said, his voice still unhurried and elegant, "but my Four-Sword Style is not bad either."

The dragon knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

The pain at the severed arm surged like waves, almost engulfing him.

But he didn't call out.

He just stared intently at the figure hanging in mid-air, his eyes burning with deep-seated hatred.

Croobi charged over.

It rushed over.

Xiao Ba also rushed over.

The three men surrounded the dragon, protecting him in the middle, and warily watching Bucky above.

"Evil dragon!" Hachi's voice trembled. "Evil dragon, how are you?!"

The dragon did not answer him.

He just stared at Bucky, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Who... exactly are you?"

"Me?" Bucky tilted his head. "I already introduced myself."

"It's very rude to not remember people's names."

"Especially since you're the weaker one, you can't even remember my name as the strong one." Bucky's words repeatedly provoked the dragon's nerves.

"Bullshit!!!" the dragon roared, blood flowing even faster from its severed arm in its rage. "There's no monster like you in the East Blue!!! Buggy the Clown couldn't possibly have this kind of power!!! Who are you!!!"

Bucky didn't answer, but simply smiled and sheathed the block sword in his right hand.

Then he drew the Red Heart Sword and the Black Heart Sword again and threw them into the sky.

The dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

He endured the pain and looked at his three companions beside him.

"Listen," he said in a low voice, so that only the four of them could hear, "this guy is a Devil Fruit user with bizarre abilities. You're no match for him."

"Boss!" Xiao Ba cried out anxiously.

"Shut up." The dragon glared at him. "I'll hold him off, you—"

He took a deep breath.

"You escaped by diving."

"Go out into the sea... Once you enter the water, he won't be able to catch you."

"From now on... from now on, avenge me."

The dragon completely distrusts humans; in his view, being captured by humans means certain death.

Therefore, we must cover the rear at this point!

Although this is the most correct approach, how is it even possible to do it?

Pirates have their own logic, too.

There's no reason to run away if we're going to live and die together.

Croobbi's body stiffened.

He looked at the dragon, and at the once domineering, arrogant, and invincible captain who now had both arms severed, yet was still thinking about letting them escape.

"Boss," Croobby's voice was hoarse, "I'm not leaving."

Chirp shook its head.

He had long since spat out all the water from his mouth, and now he just pursed his lips, not saying a word, but his expression clearly said: I'm not leaving.

Hachi spread his six arms, blocking the dragon's path, and roared at Buggy above, "Come on!!! Come at me if you dare!!!"

The dragon's eyes turned red.

It wasn't out of anger, it's because she's really become famous.

"You bunch of bastards..." His voice trembled, "I told you to leave, didn't you understand?!"

No one moved.

No one left.

Four fishmen stood together on the ruins, shielding each other.

Bucky, watching this scene from above, narrowed his eyes slightly behind his mask.

"What a touching scene." His voice held an unreadable tone, neither mocking nor admiring. "It makes me feel like the evil villain."

The dragon raised its head and stared at him, its eyes filled with hatred and confusion.

"A pirate of your strength!" Arlong asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Why are you hiding in the East Blue, remaining unknown?"

Bucky hovered in the air, looking down at him.

Sunlight shone from behind, casting his shadow on the fishmen.

"Because..." Bucky said, "I can do whatever I want."

Those eyes, peering through the mask, swept over the four fishmen below.

"For example," Bucky raised his hand and pointed at them, "you guys just stand here and don't move."

The voice remained elegant and polite.

But to the dragon's ears, it sounded like a whisper from the abyss.

"Let me come here~" Bucky's body began to descend: "I'll cut you all down."

His feet landed on the ruins, three meters in front of the fishmen.

Left hand holding a plum blossom sword.

The red and black heart swords in his right hand had already been thrown out and were hovering in the air.

The last square sword was still stuck in the scabbard on his back.

He just stood there, smiling, waiting.

Waiting for those mermen to make the first move.

Or wait for them to escape.

But no matter what they do, the outcome is already predetermined.

Because Bucky said:

—You all stand here and don't move.

—Let me come and chop you all up.