Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

"roar~"

Upon seeing this, Sett raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Clearly, this middle-aged man is another Devil Fruit user.

While Sett was still wondering, Robin whispered, "It should be a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user... Logia-types are very rare, and judging from the ability, it doesn't seem to be a Logia-type Devil Fruit user. Zoan-types are more focused on physical enhancement, and he didn't make any extra movements when he activated it."

Hearing Robin's words, Sett nodded understandingly—in Sett's eyes, Paramecia-type Devil Fruits were the most troublesome than Logia and Zoan types. The reason was simple: Sett knew how to deal with both Logia and Zoan types. Furthermore, after understanding their abilities, he could learn how to evade them.

However, Paramecia-type abilities are different; their powers seem to be more latent. Unless actively unleashed, their true nature remains completely unknown.

As for Sett, this guy named Fujitora Issho either has the ability to project power or possesses something like gravity. Judging from his mention of a gravity sword, it's undoubtedly the latter.

Besides, Sett found Fujitora Issho strangely familiar—oh, right. It was Zatoichi from Shintaro Katsu! Both were blind and wielded swords with canes. Having mingled in the underworld, Sett in his previous life was quite interested in sword-fighting films. While Sett might not be very familiar with modern culture, he was certainly no stranger to some of the iconic figures.

Putting aside everything else, Zatoichi is definitely a cultural symbol of Japan—but only within Japan.

"Zatoichi of this world?" Sett wondered curiously, then pushed aside the bustling crowd with his hand. His broad and powerful palm felt like a steel rod sweeping across, forcefully pushing aside the people around him.

The people who were pushed aside by Sett initially wanted to angrily question him, but they instinctively fell silent after seeing Sett.

Standing there in their sight, Sett's eyes were filled with delight and fighting spirit.

"I'm telling you, this is my territory." He walked over, smiling at Fujitora in front of him. Sett clenched his fist, making a cracking sound, his words full of provocation.

However, in the face of Sett's provocation, Fujitora listened for a while and then shook his head indifferently.

Although blind, it is precisely because he cannot see that Fujitora sees more—his current vision is formed by Observation Haki. While he hasn't reached the legendary level of hearing the voices of all things, through continuous development, he can still clearly see the outlines of objects and the colors of their thoughts.

Vibrant orange, intense red, deep purple, decadent black... within these colors, there is also hostility.

While Sett's words were full of provocation, they contained no hostility whatsoever—this contrast between his words and actions and his inner thoughts caught Fujitora's attention.

“You… don’t seem angry.” Fujitora’s words startled Sett slightly, but before Sett could say anything, Fujitora continued, “But you’re trying to provoke me. Is there some purpose behind that?”

Upon hearing this, Sett was silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"How did you know?"

"My heart can see."

"Then you should have guessed what I was thinking... right?"

"..." Upon hearing this, silence fell. Then, a look of helplessness appeared on Fujitora's face: "I have no grudge against you, why do you insist on bothering me?"

"Just a fight!" Sett pointed to the arena behind him. "Don't worry, it's just a friendly spar... Besides, with your strength, you shouldn't have to worry about losing, right?"

Sett sensed a magnanimity far beyond that of an ordinary gambler from Fujitora. In fact, the mere presence of the Vastayan half-beast bloodline sent alarm bells ringing in Sett's mind, his heightened sixth sense warning him of some terrifying nemesis.

But one thing... wolverines don't have the inferior emotion of fear.

In other words, just standing in front of Fujitora caused Sett's dopamine and sense of superiority to surge.

It's hard! It's hard! I can't hold back anymore!!

Sett's fist hardened!

21. Gravity Knife

Somewhat reluctantly, Fujitora Kazuo finally stood on the ring. Looking at Sett before him, the intense red was everything Fujitora Kazuo could see.

Without a doubt, the man before him was a formidable opponent. However, Fujitora felt no tension whatsoever; on the contrary, he was exceptionally relaxed. He stood there seemingly defenseless, yet every inch of his body was impenetrable.

"It's rushed, but we can't worry about that now!" The commentator logged on right on time, holding a megaphone and shouting, "First up is the best rookie in boxing! Sett, the Sett!!!"

"Sett...?" Fujitora smiled with curiosity upon hearing Sett's name. However, compared to Sett, the most famous champion on this sea right now is probably Black Arm.

"And, a blind gambler swordsman!!"

As the guide spoke, the gamblers nearby began placing their bets. Without the slightest hesitation, everyone staked their money on Sett.

In their eyes, Sett might not be absolutely powerful, but he was at least more credible than a blind swordsman. Sett didn't say much in response, only giving Fujitora a smile with eyes full of fighting spirit.

As the match began, Sett took a step without hesitation, his body becoming a blur as he pounced on his prey like a beast.

A hard iron fist was raised high, and a whistling sound came with the swing. Sensing Sett's sudden burst of speed, Fujitora took a deep breath, aimed at Sett, and instantly drew his staff sword an inch out.

"Gravity Blade: Hell Journey!"

With those words, an indescribable, heavy aura enveloped Sett. Under this immense pressure, Sett finally felt the same force that the henchman had endured.

It was far from the three, four, five, or six times the gravity people imagined. In Sett's perception, the gravity around him was amplified at least fifty times in that instant.

The maximum gravity that a normal person can withstand is about six to eight times the normal gravity, while astronauts are trained to move freely under four to five times the normal gravity and not be in danger of death under six to eight times the normal gravity. But now, the sudden increase of fifty times the normal gravity made Sett feel his body emit a low groan under high pressure.

Blood pressure fluctuations, joint stress imbalances, organ damage… If it were anyone else, they might have been pinned to the ground in an instant. But relying on his powerful physique, Sett forcefully controlled his flesh and blood to resume functioning. He suddenly raised his head, and under the pressure of gravity, some tiny blood vessels burst instantly, causing Sett's eyes to fill with crimson.

"Oh...you still have some strength left?" Fujitora looked at Sett with some surprise: "In that case, show them some tricks over there..."

Just as Fujitora was still thinking, Sett clenched his fist tightly at him. Despite the distance, Sett didn't hesitate for a moment, fiercely punching the dust kicked up in front of him.

boom!!!

A cone-shaped shockwave, imbued with golden power, surged forth from the iron fist. The heavy force slammed into Fujitora, catching him off guard and causing even a strong warrior like him to uncontrollably stagger back half a step. Fortunately, his cane-swords were perfectly positioned in front of him to block the most ferocious portion of the impact. Therefore, aside from his hair being slightly disheveled, the greatest effect of this punch was freeing Sett from the Hell Tribe's gravitational suppression.

The ever-increasing force of fifty times gravity stopped rising. In the instant he escaped this gravity, Sett felt an almost unnatural lightness in his body. Although some pain remained, the inhibitory mechanism converted it into an equal amount of power and dopamine.

Driven by frenzied excitement, Sett's speed increased dramatically—a left hook, a burst of power, a force that could subdue an opponent and penetrate their body!

In the brief moment of contact, in just one second, Sett landed six heavy punches on Fujitora. Each punch from the constantly resetting Condensation Blade made Fujitora feel a sense of unease. But unlike any before, only three of these six punches could be considered to have landed—the others were steadily blocked by Fujitora's cane sword.

Although it was just a wooden scabbard, the feedback from Sett's iron fist felt like the impact of hard steel. And even those three punches that landed had the undefendable characteristic of penetrating force.

Immediately after, with a few quick taps of his toes, Fujitora's body vanished from Sett's sight in an instant. Before Sett could even use his powerful claws to grab Fujitora's body and unleash a follow-up attack, Fujitora completely drew his sword from his cane.

With a wave of its hand, the invisible force caused a slight distortion in the refraction of light in the air.

"Gravity Blade - Fierce Tiger!!"

Collapse, deafening roar! Everything in its path was crushed by the torrent of gravity!

22. Sit-ups

As gravity swept across, Sett felt as if his internal organs were displaced.

Is he a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user? Fujitora was somewhat surprised to see Sett not immediately knocked unconscious—after all, while the West Blue was more chaotic than the East Blue, it was still just a beginner's village in his eyes. And someone in that beginner's village could actually withstand a single blow from him. How could he not be surprised? And that powerful physique and the animal ears on his head seemed to be explainable only by a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.

On the other side, intense pain jolted his nerves, his feet stomping on the ground, leaving deep marks on the bluestone arena. Sett's body only came to a stop at the edge of the arena. Then, before Fujitora could react, a layer of golden aura surged from Sett's body. In Fujitora's perception, Sett's golden outline flashed by. Immediately afterward, a dense torrent of energy surged from Sett's palms.

boom!!!

Like a mighty river bursting its banks, in an instant, in everyone's sight, light was at work, light was roaring!

A deafening storm instantly tore apart a corner of the casino, its thunderous roar echoing through the sky. A large number of randomly selected gamblers were sent flying into the air with screams of agony—fortunately, Sett knew this wasn't their target, so at most they'd only break a few bones and wouldn't be permanently disabled. Otherwise, they would likely have been reduced to a bloody mist in this golden torrent.

At the very center of the storm, Fujitora's brow furrowed. His arms, along with the cane-sword in his hand, were instantly stained with Armament Haki, turning a jet-black steel color. His arms, even the blade and scabbard, were crossed. But even so, Fujitora could still feel his body, his internal organs, constantly collapsing and groaning in the roaring torrent of energy.

Retrograde blood flow, ruptured blood vessels, internal organ contusions...

However, unlike Tina, a naval captain, Fujitora is in his prime at over thirty years old. Although his skills and mentality may not be as good as in the story, he is in no way inferior in terms of physical strength and endurance.

Clenching his teeth, Fujitora could taste the sweet, pungent taste of the blood in his throat.

I initially thought he was just a low-level underground boxing fighter from the West Sea, but now it seems I was truly blind this time.

As the light faded, Sett felt a sense of unease as he looked at Fujitora, who was still standing on the ring—this guy was on a completely different level from Tina and the like!

Even so, Sett showed no intention of backing down—on the contrary, it was precisely this kind of enemy that made the sense of accomplishment after defeating him all the more intoxicating and captivating!

Sensing the ever-burning flame in Sett's eyes, Fujitora couldn't help but feel respect—even though this battle was by no means his own choice. But by now, Fujitora had long since cast those superfluous thoughts aside.

He exhaled a slightly sweet, stale breath, then tossed aside the scabbard that served as his cane. His pupil-less, cloudy white eyes stared intently at Sett before him: "From now on, I won't hold back..."

Sett spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground beside him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit—"I couldn't ask for more!!"

He nodded upon hearing this. Then, a cold glint flashed in Fujitora's eyes:

"One Hundred and Two Times Gravity Sword·Hu Zhang!"

The zhang is a sharp and pointed ceremonial weapon. Under Fujitora's control, the power of the Gravity-Gravity Fruit is amplified infinitely. The distorted gravity condenses into a sharp cone, the air twists, and the light scatters to form a deep purple. The gravity zhang, engraved with a fierce tiger, tenses up all the muscles in Fujitora's body under his manipulation. The originally loose kimono and yukata seem to swell up to the size of a fist in an instant, especially the arm holding the sword, where the veins are taut.

Then, swing it out!!

There was no dodging, no evasion. Sett's fists glowed with a golden light. He clenched his fists and then swung them out with tremendous force.

Even so, the gap in age and strength was like an insurmountable chasm. Almost instantly, before everyone's eyes, the deep purple tiger-skin blade pierced through Sett's abdomen.

Almost instantly, Robin's face turned pale. An indescribable helplessness crept into his heart, as if the fear of losing another family member had taken over his mind.

Blood gushed out, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Fujitora's eyes revealed a hint of regret and remorse—but if given the chance, he would still do the same. It had nothing to do with anything else; it was simply that this guy before him was definitely not the kind of person who would tolerate showing mercy to his opponents.

He sighed silently in his heart. The moment the tiger's claw dissipated, the gravity that swept through the air kicked up a cloud of dust, as if it were a funeral for Sett...

But just as Fujitora turned to leave, his clogs barely touching the first step, and just as Robin struggled to climb the ring, praying to see Sett safe and sound, suddenly, through the thick dust, came a heavy breathing sound.

"one……"

"two……"

A burst of energy shot into the sky, instantly dispersing the dust around him.

Three!

Sett—no, I should say the Overlord—is doing sit-ups!

23. Overlord

Amidst the stunned and bewildered gazes of the crowd, Sett lay on the ground, his hands covering his head. He paid no heed to the blood gushing from his abdomen—thank goodness, the massive wound revealed writhing internal organs and punctured intestines.

But even with wounds that are absolutely life-threatening from any angle, Sett seems to have no effect on him.

With hands behind the head, each sit-up unleashes a surge of life energy that sweeps outwards. The dust particles, constantly washed away by this life energy, take on various shapes in the air.

Almost before everyone's eyes, in just a few dozen seconds, the enormous wound on Sett's stomach, which could have been fatal, was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh crushed by gravity was replaced, and not even a scratch was left on his strong and muscular body.

Immediately afterward, golden heroic spirit soared into the sky. A head of short, crimson hair burned like golden flames along with the heroic spirit. Unlike the heroic spirit accumulated to its maximum during a charged punch—the heroic spirit of a charged punch must be released immediately once it reaches its maximum value. Otherwise, the heroic spirit will continuously diminish.

But things are different now—Trait: Overlord

Sett is undoubtedly the undisputed king of the ring. Whenever Sett's stamina and health drop to 40%, he can activate the Overlord's Blood within him through exercise. Each exercise restores 15% of his maximum health and provides a 20% bonus attack speed. When fully restored, the Overlord's Blood will be unstoppable, and his attacks will ignore all defenses.

Note: The Overlord effect will only be activated in areas declared as "Arenas".