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

Chapter 82 No Old Friend, Blackbeard Teach

"boom-!!!"

The giant mechanical claw gripped Bellamy's fist tightly.

Bellamy's pupils contracted sharply.

He felt as if his fist was being clamped in a vise, unable to move.

"you----!"

Bellamy looked up and saw the silver-white mechanical dragon head looking down at him.

"Obey the captain's orders. Any disrespect towards the captain will be eliminated." Wapol's voice remained cold, the mechanized mind caused by hypnosis becoming increasingly severe.

Then he swung his left arm.

Bellamy's body was flung out of the mechanical giant claw like a cannonball and crashed straight into a stone building across the street.

"boom-!!!"

The wall was smashed into a huge crater, and Bellamy was embedded in it, with rubble and dust falling from his body.

"Cough—cough cough—" He fell off the wall and landed on the ground, clutching his right hand, his face pale.

His right wrist was deformed, with the bone protruding in a strange arc under the skin.

"Captain!" Sarchus's expression changed, and he gripped his large dagger, charging towards Wahlbo.

"You deserve to die—!!!"

Due to attack habits, the dagger is used to attack Wapol from behind, targeting areas such as his back and back of the neck.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

"clang-!!!"

After the metal collided, the tip of the dagger left a small white spot on the armor plate.

And then—that was it.

Even this white spot should be wear and tear left by the dagger, not damage to the Wahlbo alloy.

Sachs's arm went numb from the shock, his hand split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the dagger.

He stared at the white dot, his pupils contracting violently.

"How—is this possible—"

Wapol turned around, his mechanical claws opening to grab Sarkis's body.

Sachs felt as if his body was being squeezed flat, his bones were creaking and his lungs were being forced out with a "pop".

"Let go of me!"

Walpow did not let go.

The five claws of the mechanical giant claw slowly tightened.

Sachs's face changed from white to red, and then from red to purple.

His eyes began to bloodshot, and blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth.

"Sarchis—!!!" Bellamy's roar came from the ruins.

Valbo loosened his claws.

Sachs's body fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Although he doesn't look dead yet, he's actually exhaling more and inhaling less—he's not far from dying.

He lay on the ground, coughing up blood, his eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering something no one could understand.

"First Mate!"

"Sarchis!"

The Bellamy Pirates finally snapped out of their fear. Some rushed towards Sakis, some towards Wapol, while others stood still, their legs trembling, unsure of what to do.

Eddie burst out of the crowd, his long-handled umbrella aimed at Wahlbo.

Although Wapol's body surface could be described as perfectly sealed, there were still traces of armor patchwork, with fine lines.

Some might consider these weaknesses, but if they are weaknesses, it seems rather unlikely.

The slender dagger hidden at the tip of the umbrella pierced straight into the seam of the armor plate.

"clang--!!!"

The tip of the rapier broke in two, flew out, spun a few times in the air, and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Eddie's hands trembled as he stared at the broken rapier in his hand, speechless.

Wapol's mechanical claw swept in from the side.

"Smack—!!!"

Eddie's body flew straight out like a leaf caught in a gust of wind.

He crashed into a stone pillar across the street, which snapped in two. He slid off the pillar and fell to the ground, blood streaming down his forehead and covering half his face.

He's probably dead.

Hewitt's fist slammed into Wapol's back armor.

"clang-!!!"

The sound of finger bones cracking exploded in the air, so crisp it made your teeth ache.

Hewitt looked down at his deformed right hand. "My hand—my hand—my hand—"

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Wapol's left arm, a massive mechanical claw, slammed down from above.

"boom--!!!"

Hewitt's body was slammed into the ground, and rubble and dust exploded in the impact, like an earthy yellow flower.

Ribbs charged in from the side, holding a modified shotgun.

"Go to hell!!!"

"Bang-!!!"

The bullet struck Wahlbo in the chest, sending sparks flying from the armor plating.

No trace was left.

Wapol turned his head, his red eyes looking at Ribas.

Ribbas's face turned pale. He pulled the trigger once, then again, and then again.

"Click-click-click"

We've run out of bullets.

Wahlbo raised his right arm, flipping open the armor plate on the back of his hand to reveal the dark cannon barrel inside.

"boom!!!"

A cannonball was fired from the barrel and hit Ribas squarely.

Ribas's body exploded in mid-air, and the blood mist spread in the sunlight like a red flower.

The green-haired man in sunglasses turned and ran.

His legs were trembling violently. He took a few steps and fell down, got up, fell down again, and got up again.

He ran to the edge of the Ace Throwing Knife.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

He crossed that invisible line.

A cold light fell from the sky.

The Red Heart Sword tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The green-haired man in sunglasses was cut in two at the waist. His upper body flew off, while his lower body remained standing. Blood gushed from the cut, gleaming a blinding red in the sunlight.

"Ahhhhh!"

The man in sunglasses screamed wildly and crawled on the ground, his internal organs spilling out of his abdominal cavity, but he was not dead yet.

The most terrifying aspect of the punishment of being cut in half at the waist is that the person being cut in half doesn't die very quickly.

"I surrender—I surrender—I don't want to fight anymore—I don't want to fight anymore—" Upon seeing this, the gray-haired strong man's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

Wahlbo walked up to him, his red eyes looking down at him.

"Obey the captain's orders," Wahlbo said, then his mechanical claws opened and gripped the gray-haired giant's head.

"No-!!!"

"Click."

The sound of bones shattering exploded in the air.

The gray-haired strongman's body slipped out of Walpo's claws and fell to the ground, his head tilted at an odd angle, his eyes still open and his mouth still agape.

The brown-haired man in sunglasses stood rooted to the spot, his legs trembling, his crotch soaked with sweat: "I—I—"

Valpo raised his right arm, flipped open the armor plate on the back of his hand, and aimed the gun barrel at his chest.

"No—please—don't—"

"boom-!!!"

The shell was fired.

The brown-haired man in sunglasses was blown to pieces, turning into a bloody mess.

Only four people remained alive on the entire battlefield.

Bellamy.

Murray.

Lili.

Marnie.

Bellamy knelt on the ground, his right wrist deformed, and his left leg injured in the impact, making it difficult for him to walk.

He looked at his companions lying in pools of blood—Sachs, Eddie, Hewitt, Liebes, the green-haired man in sunglasses, the gray-haired strongman, and the brown-haired man in sunglasses.

"stop----"

"Stop—Stop—Stop—!!!"

Valpo stopped moving.

It wasn't because of Bellamy's shout, but because Bucky raised his hand.

Bucky completely ignored the severed limbs and blood on the ground and walked up to Bellamy's noodles.

Bellamy knelt on the ground, looking up at the masked man.

Although he had previously spouted nonsense like a wild dog, he became trembling and dared not speak after Bucky actually came over.

Sunlight streamed in from behind Bucky, casting his shadow on Bellamy, making him look like a huge, all-consuming black monster.

Behind Bucky, Wapol, a silver-white mechanical dragon, lowered his head slightly, quietly serving as Bucky's background.

one person.

Yi Long.

One looks down, the other looks up.

One was composed, the other was desperate.

If this moment were captured in a painting, it would surely be art.

"Doflamingo—" Bellamy's voice trembled, his teeth chattering, "Lord Doflamingo won't let you get away with this—he's one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea—"

Although Doflamingo looked down on Bellamy, Bellamy did indeed act under Doflamingo's name.

"Is the title of one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea really that impressive?" Buggy said, but his gaze was fixed in another direction.

An old acquaintance came over.

Although this old acquaintance hadn't arrived yet, laughter had already followed.

"Zehahaha—" From the end of the street, a laugh that instinctively made one uneasy came from the shadows of a dilapidated tavern. "Zehahaha—Zehahaha—"

"Looks like we have a new guest." Bucky's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was a man wearing a white shirt.

The shirt collar was open, revealing thick chest hair.

A mouthful of teeth, missing several, gleamed yellowish-white in the sunlight.

Someone come here.

Blackbeard Teach.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on Bucky, a huge, somewhat maniacal smile spreading across his face.

"Hahaha—it's been years, and your red nose is getting scarier and scarier."

Bucky looked at him.

The corners of his mouth beneath that black and white mask were also slightly upturned.

"It really is a reunion after many years, Teach."

Bucky and Teach's first encounter dates back to their childhood, when Shanks was also present.

Back then, Bucky thought something was off about Blackbeard Teach, so he stayed up for three nights straight and stared at him intently.

Even Blackbeard got a little uncomfortable with their stares and even asked Marco the Phoenix, "Are those guys apprentice pirates?"

The two sides were indeed old acquaintances.

Of course, being old acquaintances doesn't necessarily mean having a good relationship.

"You're definitely not the type to settle down and retire in the East Blue." Blackbeard looked at Bucky with a hint of apprehension in his voice, a lingering psychological trauma from his childhood.

When Blackbeard was a child, he had a unique physical ability that allowed him to stay awake, so Bucky kept a close watch on him for three days and three nights without sleeping.