Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

Attacking the Sabaody Archipelago wouldn't put Sett in much danger thanks to his influence in the Navy. He just needs to explain his reasons; at worst, he'd be put in solitary confinement. But attacking the Holy Land Mary Geoise only offers two choices—death, or the unbearable agony of Impel Down!

"That's exactly what I wanted!!" Faced with Kizaru's question, Sett's thigh, which had been locked in a mid-air struggle, suddenly tensed. To Kizaru's horrified gaze, Sett's trousers bulged with the outline of bulging muscles. Then, like a point-blank artillery barrage, Kizaru's body was forcefully smashed through the wall and sent flying!

"I'm so tired of playing house as a bounty hunter!!!" Sett glared at the crowd before him, his muscles bulging and his eyes blazing with battle intent. Under his boundless fury, the surrounding slaves fell silent in fear.

"We're bound to fall out sooner or later, so let's just do it today!!"

With that, Sett's body vanished in a blur, the violent friction of the air creating a swirling storm. But Kizaru was no pushover either. Constantly enhancing his Glint-Glint Fruit, Kizaru's reaction speed was far faster than anyone imagined—just like Beckman's sniping earlier. Kizaru could even react and dodge a bullet the instant it hit him!

At the same time, the live stream began. Sett's arm and wrist slammed down like a heavy iron hammer. The terrain within a radius of tens of meters trembled and collapsed around the point of impact.

Tied up by Sett, Tiger quickly reacted, his face serious. Without hesitation, he pulled out the mixture Sett had given him earlier—only a third remained. The other two-thirds had been used up in the past month to evade the Navy's pursuit. And now, the Admiral had appeared; there was no room for retreat!

Golden flashes streaked across the night sky repeatedly; in fact, Kizaru, in the form of a flash, attempted to attack Tiger and the others more than once. Unfortunately for them, with their Observation Haki fully activated, while they couldn't completely block them all, Sett was now perfectly capable of ensuring Tiger and the others' safe escape.

But at that very moment, a crimson meteor streaked across the sky. Accompanied by billowing black smoke and a high-pressure shockwave, streams of molten lava fell from the heavens. A solemn-faced man emerged from the blast.

In a panic, Hancock stared at Sakazuki, the Red Dog, who had appeared before her, her eyes filled with terror and fear. But in the next instant, a swift airburst rang out. She had barely landed, and before she could utter a word, Sett flew past like a cannonball, his strong arm slamming into Sakazuki's throat, followed by a merciless, spinning blow to the ground!

"They're gone!!!"

Tiger, realizing that staying would only hinder Sett's performance, disregarded everything else and, along with Hancock and the other young slaves, sprinted towards the elevator.

Seeing this, Kizaru wanted to give chase—with Sakazuki's help, Kizaru's speed was enough to bypass Sett's obstruction and forcibly arrest Tiger and the others.

Unfortunately, Sett wouldn't tolerate such a spoilsport: "Don't move!"

"?!" Sett's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit as he stared at Kizaru and Sakazuki beside him. A ferocious smile tore at the corners of his mouth: "If you try to interfere with them... I'll go to the inner city and take a look. I'll see just how capable those Celestial Dragons really are!"

Hearing Sett's threat, Kizaru's expression darkened. Indeed, Sakazuki was enough to keep Sett occupied. With that time, Kizaru could capture Tiger and the other escaped slaves. But for Sakazuki alone to stop Sett from entering the inner city was a pipe dream—Sett's explosive speed and terrifying power alone far exceeded Kizaru's expectations!

"You bastard..." Kizaru's voice was filled with helplessness—he knew better than anyone how resolute Sett's will was. He had clearly explained Doflamingo's identity and special status to him back then. But what was the result? Sett still gave him a merciless beating. And the Donquixote Family's executives, every single one of them, were now imprisoned in Impel Down, never to see the light of day again.

Dealing with such a madman, it's simply impossible to be distracted—in fact, Kizaru had some doubts about whether his admirals could defeat this terrifying flesh-and-blood monster in a one-on-one fight.

If Sett left Kizaru and the others with despair, then for the slaves, it was hope. Especially that broad, imposing figure, illuminated by the raging firelight—a Marine Admiral who clearly had the power to kill and capture them, yet dared not act rashly due to his terrifying strength…

Gazing at the image transmitted by the Den Den Mushi, Jinbe clenched his fist: "The Fish-Men should remember this kindness!!" The slaves present were even more shocked by Sett's choice. Some stared blankly at Sett's back, Hancock and the other slaves wanted to say something, but faced with this terrifying pressure, they couldn't utter a single word.

The very next moment, after this scene was etched into countless hearts, Kizaru and Sakazuki moved. Crimson iron fists and golden flashes erupted instantly. Faced with all this, Sett's eyes showed no fear; on the contrary, his aura became even more frenzied.

He took out the prepared potion without even removing the stopper, shoving the bottle into his mouth and biting it like an apple. As the shards scattered, power surged through him, causing Sett's body to swell, his original three-meter frame growing fifty centimeters. His terrifying aura was even more chilling—the Steel Elixir for bone strengthening, the Wrath Elixir for armament Haki muscle strengthening, and the Sorcery Elixir for Observation Haki enhancement.

Then, the muscles bulged further, surging with a morbid flush. Like a boiled shrimp, but with a deeper, more brutal color—Ragnarok, highland blood!

Its smooth body was covered with bulging veins, menacing and bursting. Like the roots of an old tree, they were densely packed, instilling a sense of fear in the viewer.

boom!!

The devastating shave was unleashed, and the ground where Sett had stood exploded as if a bomb had been detonated. Amidst the surging shockwaves, Sett's body traversed spatial distances and appeared directly in front of Sakazuki: "Happy Holidays!!!"

"!!!"

His eyes widened, but Sakazuki had no time to react before the hard, black, gold-plated iron fist landed on his face.

The impact to his head caused his soft face to visibly deform as it met the hard fist. From top to bottom, Sakazuki's head slammed into the ground like a ball, then bounced back up using the force of the impact.

Unfortunately, there was no time to pursue, because in the next instant, before Sett could even retract his fist, Kizaru's figure appeared beside Sett amidst a dazzling light. The next moment, a golden streak flashed through the air—but it wasn't a golden streak; it was a dazzling trail of light left by a super-fast kick!

bump!!!!

Such a cunning strategist!

However, feeling that eerie touch, as if touching steel, Kizaru felt no excitement, only a strong sense of crisis through his Observation Haki.

Sure enough, the next moment, he raised his head. Despite taking the kick head-on, Sett showed no pain. Instead, a morbid smile brewed, revealing a rage that seemed ready to devour the world!

Then, Sett raised his arm and clenched his fist.

A golden light flashed in his eyes. The moment he saw Sett clench his fist, Kizaru tried to pull away and create distance. But in the next instant, the fist was already inches away—it wasn't until it landed on him that the hard touch pulled Kizaru back to reality.

"Can't avoid it?!"

The moment the iron fists swung and the deadly rhythm exploded, Kizaru's vision was completely filled with the omnipresent shadows of fists—relying on his speed and focused concentration, the world Kizaru perceived was slow. But now, even in that slow world, there was still an overwhelming, omnipresent, and rapidly moving iron fist!

There was no time to dodge or even to cover his entire body with Armament Haki. The sudden, heavy blow caused Kizaru to feign vomiting—

Ora ora!!!

204. It's getting hot.

"That's a really fast combo..."

Gazing at the video signal, Whitebeard's eyes were filled with amazement: "The future sea... truly belongs to the young, hahaha~~~"

Faced with Whitebeard's words, Marco and the others could only manage wry smiles—they didn't believe a word he said. In their eyes, no matter what, Whitebeard would always be the strongest warrior on this sea. But undeniably, the guy in the picture with that almost gaping smile did possess astonishing power.

At least, the speed of that extreme violence was something that everyone else could only dream of...

Even a troublesome opponent like Kizaru couldn't escape – as powerful figures in the New World, the Whitebeard Pirates had naturally clashed with the Marines more than once. And the latest three Admirals had also faced them head-on on numerous occasions.

Kizaru's speed, Sakazuki's molten lava. Each one is a formidable opponent... yet now, they seem so... yes, so utterly powerless!

His eyes were filled with endless combos, and the only thing Kizaru could see besides the shadows of fists was Sett's face, which was twisted with a smile.

"Intense Blazing Flames!!!"

Seeing Sett fall into a disadvantageous position, Sakazuki reacted quickly. Before he could even process the terrifying power Sett was unleashing, his lower body transformed into an erupting volcano. Accompanied by thick sulfurous steam, Sakazuki's right leg became a surging wave of fire that swept towards Sett!

Feeling the intense heat, Sett stopped his combo on Kizaru without hesitation—at this point, it was impossible to take down an Admiral with a single burst of Lethal Tempo! Because those who had reached this level in this world were all incredibly resilient. Unless you broke their bones, any attack would only cause superficial damage.

Gazing at the overwhelming waves of fire, Sett raised his arm and then blasted it towards the air in front of him. A burst of penetrating power erupted, and a surging force slammed outwards in a cone-shaped area in front of Sett.

It was not an ordinary wave of fire, but surging lava. Many people speculate that if a person enters the lava, they will be instantly swallowed up and burned to ashes by the high temperature. But in reality, this is not the case.

Because magma is essentially molten, high-temperature rock, falling into it wouldn't drown a human. Even molten rock has a higher density than a human. More likely, one would be burned alive, like standing on a hot plate.

But even this surging, heavy lava, upon being bombarded, shattered like paper. Scattered in all directions, the fire, which had been slightly reduced by continuous firefighting efforts, immediately spread even more violently. It even reached the Celestial Dragons' residence within the inner city of Mary Geoise—the battle had reached such a point that there was no possibility of remaining to guard the fire and ensuring safety!

Immediately afterward, another storm erupted. Before the churning wall of lava could even close, Sett's body nimbly slipped through it. To Sakazuki's incredulous gaze, Sett's face was less than half an inch from his chest. And with it came a clenched iron fist.

Pitch black, shrouded in a dazzling golden light. A strong sense of crisis emanated from it—but as a Marine Admiral, familiar with Sett's fighting style, Sakazuki's gaze was heavy. Then, his entire body began to radiate intense heat, his Marine coat instantly becoming covered in Armament Haki, and then his Devil Fruit powers assimilated. The next moment, Sakazuki's already incredibly imposing body seemed to be clad in armor forged from molten lava; wherever he passed, the scorching heat seemed to evaporate even the air.

Who cares about these things?

Facing the scorching lava armor, Sett showed no fear. His clenched right fist slammed mercilessly into the churning lava. A deafening roar echoed as the molten lava struck his arm, and the impact caused his Armament Haki to explode like a lit fuse.

Even as he was blasted away, Sakazuki didn't forget to retaliate—after all, Sakazuki himself was an admiral. This means that even in a one-on-one fight with Sett, the outcome would still be evenly matched!

Just like now, although Sakazuki took the brunt of Sett's attack, at the same moment, Sakazuki's right arm also slammed into Sett's abdomen. They were both blasted away, but unlike Sakazuki's safe landing, Sett, still airborne and before he could even touch the ground, was accompanied by a dazzling golden light: "Eight-Jeweled Jade!!!"

Endless orbs of scorching light erupted from Borsalino's palm like a storm. Wherever they passed, the intense heat pierced through rock and steel. Even Sett's resilient body suffered numerous bloody wounds from the impact of the Yasakani no Magatama. His abdomen, already severely injured by Sakazuki, was further pierced by the light!

Struggling to his feet, his body was a tattered mess, covered in blood-splattered wounds. Even under the cover of Armament Haki, Sett's abdomen and right fist were visibly charred black from the intense heat. With the slightest movement, the moment his fist loosened, flesh tore away, revealing bones similarly charred from the heat!

"Give up!! Sett!!!"

Despite being repeatedly struck down by Sett, Sakazuki remained unfazed—in fact, he valued Sett even more. Even now, Sakazuki didn't see anything wrong with Sett's actions in freeing slaves. After all, those slaves were forced into their positions because of the Celestial Dragons' misdeeds! If given the chance, who wouldn't want to punish the Celestial Dragons?

"It's not too late to stop now—before it causes greater danger!!"

Ignoring Sakazuki's words, he felt the intense pain—even the slightest movement caused a continuous and uninterrupted sharp pain from the wounds all over his body.

The intense stimulation made Sett feel as if his spirit had soared to the clouds.

Endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and even oxytocin, the symbol of love. The intense stimulation caused visible veins to bulge on Sett's scalp—only concealed by his red hair. Otherwise, Sett would look less like a human and more like a monstrous demon struggling to crawl out of hell.

Disadvantage, without a doubt, is disadvantage. Everyone can see this—in their brief exchange, Sakazuki and Kizaru are still quite battered, but Sett is already covered in wounds.

No one doubted that Sett could gain the upper hand, or even defeat them, in a one-on-one fight. But the intensity of two against one, a two-on-one situation, is not simply one plus one equals two—it's a simultaneous attack. The dimensions that can be estimated, the blind spots of vision, and even the human mind all have their limits!

Shouldn't we stop now?

Everyone thought so. Even the kings of the New World shared the same thought—it wasn't shameful, because everyone could feel Sett's undisguised, pure power. He didn't even need the power of a Devil Fruit; he could maintain a long-term advantage on the road simply through sheer physical force.

Even if they were to stop here, no one would doubt Sett's power.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he raised his head and appeared before them with a twisted and ferocious grin filled with "happiness hormones." Everyone realized that Sett seemed to care nothing about being recognized—he was simply indulging in enjoyment!

Whether it's love at first sight or love that grows over time, a surge of neurotransmitters, often referred to as "chemistry," is released. The heart rate increases, blood vessels in the brain dilate, and pulsatility rises. Dopamine is released in excess, continuously providing a sense of security and satisfaction. When this euphoric stimulation reaches its limit, long-acting endorphins are released in large quantities. Vasoconstriction occurs, and nerve conduction is enhanced! Heart rate, blood pressure, and blood sugar rise sharply, and norepinephrine begins to be synthesized in large quantities… a continuous surge, with all the euphoric hormones being released at high speed. Until finally, even the love hormones in the posterior pituitary gland begin to surge!

The stimulation of irritability, disorder, and pain only made Sett more excited—like a demon that feeds on battle and slaughter, the intense stimulation constantly caused Sett's body to produce one new reaction after another!

Excitement, happiness, satisfaction, security—even an erection!!!

Amidst everyone's incredulous gazes, Sett did not stop—or rather, upon seeing Sett's expression, everyone quickly realized that this was a man who would absolutely not stop because of others' thoughts—

Happy Time - Restores a percentage of maximum stamina with each skill use!

Bloodlust and slaughter, restores 30% of maximum health!

Simultaneous use resulted in an instant recovery of nearly 40% of maximum vitality—the right arm, previously charred black from the lava's scorching bones, was instantly repaired, and the piercing wounds to the internal organs were faintly visible, now covered by granulation tissue. Before everyone's eyes, superregeneration had occurred!

Sett, who had been teetering on the brink of death, was completely restored. In fact, an excess of life force surged from his body, transforming into a near-tangible life force!

Arriving just in time, before even joining the battle, Aokiji saw the erect figure of Sergeant, his massive member at his waist, arms raised, his face contorted in a fanatical roar:

"The atmosphere is heating up!!!"

205. Gang Fight

Logically, this should have been Kuzan's first meeting with Sett—before that, he had mostly heard about Sett during internal Navy meetings. At that time, Kuzan's understanding of Sett was limited to fanaticism, belligerence, and unyielding integrity. He believed Sett would not hesitate to act against even Celestial Dragons who had done wrong.

It could be said that Kuzan approved of Sett… and now, gazing at the berserk Sett, Kuzan felt only shock. Not fear, much less terror. Looking at Sett before him, Kuzan could clearly sense the undisguised, twisted rage within Sett's surging life essence, accompanied by superhealing.

But... shouldn't this be something we should have?

Everyone was puzzled.

From any perspective, Sett is now at a complete disadvantage—in a one-on-one situation, no one would question Sett's strength. However, facing the combined attack of Borsalino and Kizaru, Sett can't even inflict effective damage. And now, Aokiji, who is furthest away, has arrived at the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. The three admirals have completed their encirclement, and no matter how you look at it, Sett is now doomed.

It's important to understand that an attack by three admirals would be fatal even for the Emperors of the Sea—in fact, the Navy's admirals were selected based on this criterion. The reason they couldn't achieve a complete encirclement was simply due to the unpredictable situation in the New World, where a single move could have far-reaching consequences. With spies scattered throughout the Emperors' territories, the news of the three admirals' combined attack could very well have been obtained beforehand…

In other words, if it weren't for the naval admirals' intimidating power to fight to the death like emperors of the sea, the lawless lands would probably be much more than just the New World.

Surrounded by three admirals, the guy with the berserk spirit was the one being surrounded... For some reason, Kuzan thought of his days as the adjutant to the naval hero Garp.

At that time, he asked Garp what kind of person Roger was. At that time, Garp did not answer Kuzan directly, but after a brief recollection and silence, he sighed and said with deep feeling, "He has a spirit that can inspire and awe everyone, no matter when or where, no matter how desperate the environment."

And now...

They resembled demons, their faces contorted with twisted smiles. Despite their overwhelming advantage—both in numbers and strength—Akainu and Borsalino still felt a strong sense of impending danger. This intense premonition hadn't diminished even after Kuzan's arrival. In other words, their bodies, or perhaps their Observation Haki, instinctively yielded to this force. This pure, twisted violence.

He stretched his muscles, which had recovered somewhat. Despite a series of cracking sounds, the violence in Sett's eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.