I collect everything in the One Piece world.

If Robin really was the traitor, how could Mosen, a cunning guy, be so unguarded and protect her immediately?

"Hmph." Dazbonis snorted coldly, raising the long sword that his arm had transformed into slightly, locking onto Morsen.

"You really are a problem; we need to get rid of you as soon as possible."

Chapter 47, Dazbonis in a sorry state (Please continue reading)

"Deal with me? With your dull knife?" Mosen released his hand from ruffling Robin's hair, his smile vanished, and his eyes sharpened.

"You guys get out of the way, stay far away, and protect yourselves," he instructed Robin and Bakala behind him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"That bald monk not only ruined my meal, but also wasted food. I haven't even finished the barbecue I ordered! It's really... infuriating!"

The moment the last word was uttered, Mo Sen's figure vanished from the spot, his shaving becoming even faster.

In the next instant, he appeared beside Dazbonis without warning, the long sword in his hand reflecting the blazing sun, and slashed straight at Dazbonis's neck.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound!

"So fast!" Dazbonis's pupils contracted slightly. He truly hadn't expected Morsen's speed and explosive power to be so astonishing; this was definitely not the skill of an ordinary pirate hunter!

However, he also has extremely rich combat experience and his physical reactions are honed through countless trials.

His right arm instantly transformed into a long sword. Without dodging or avoiding, he fiercely slashed upwards, meeting attack with attack, directly colliding with the blade that Mo Sen was slashing at!

Clang!

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying everywhere!

The two powerful forces collided violently, and a shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the two of them.

Mosen felt a heavy recoil force coming from the blade, as if he were not cutting flesh and blood, but a piece of finely forged steel.

Dazbonis was also slightly alarmed. His hardened arm went numb from the slash, and the opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations!

The weight of their first encounter made Dazbonis put away a bit of his contempt, but the disdain in his eyes for the "swordsman" remained undiminished.

The opponent's strength and speed may exceed expectations, but as long as they are wielding swords or knives, they will be at a natural disadvantage against his "steel body".

"Ha, another laughable swordsman." Dazbonis steadied himself, his cold voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"Do you think you can cut through steel with brute force and speed?"

"Whether it's ridiculous or not, you'll soon find out." Mo Sen's voice was calm, not angered by the other party's mockery, but instead a playful smile appeared on his lips.

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the blade of the long sword in his hand.

boom!

A large cloud of thick, pungent, and murky smoke billowed out and instantly hit Dazbonis in the face.

The techniques are not unusual, but they are very effective, especially against opponents you've just met; they're incredibly accurate with every trick in the book.

This smoke not only obscures vision, but the capsaicin it contains also hits your mouth, nose, and eyes directly!

"Cough! What is that?!" Dazbonis was caught off guard. Although he immediately held his breath, his eyes were still stung and tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision.

He never expected that such a seemingly honorable "sword duel" would suddenly turn into such a despicable and underhanded trick! This is not how a swordsman fights at all!

However, this is only the beginning!

The next instant, a blurry orange-red light appeared in his limited vision, and he felt a strange burning sensation on his arm that had come into contact with Mosen's longsword!

boom!

The orange-red flames followed Morsen's longsword, like living fire serpents, and instantly coiled around Dazbonis's arm, which was hardened like steel!

"Flames?! How is this possible?!" Dazbonis was shocked.

The Quick-Cut Fruit transforms his entire body into blades, making him incredibly hard and highly resistant to slashing attacks, but his defense against high-temperature burning remains unchanged!

Mosen gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath or think! He struck while the iron was hot and killed him!

"Flowing Blade Like Fire, Chaotic Blade!" Mo Sen shouted, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a burning flame blade, beginning a rapid and violent barrage of slashes!

Each strike was accompanied by blazing flames, precisely aimed at Dazbonis's vital points!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! ...

The sound of dense slashing followed by the hissing sound of flames burning flesh rang out continuously!

Dazbonis roared repeatedly, frantically swinging his burning arms to block, but his vision was obstructed and his reaction was a beat slower.

Although its tough skin withstood most of the blades' direct cuts, it was constantly burned by the highly adhesive flames.

Even more terrifying, some viscous, oily liquid splashed and adhered to his clothes and skin as the flames struck, making the flames burn even more fiercely and harder to get rid of!

In just a few breaths, Mo Sen had already unleashed dozens of slashes!

The final, powerful diagonal slash landed squarely on Dazbonis's blocking arm, sending him flying from the restaurant all the way down to the street below!

"Ugh!" Dazbonis fell to the ground, black smoke billowing from his body, and a burnt smell emanating from his skin.

He was practically a burning man of fire, his clothes tattered and large patches of his exposed skin charred black. Although he hadn't suffered a fatal injury thanks to the hardening effect of his Devil Fruit power and his strong physique, he looked more wretched than ever before, and the constant burning pain was constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Damn it... I'll cut you to pieces!!" Dazbonis roared, completely enraged.

He sprang up from the ground, ignoring the flames still burning on his body, and charged at Morsen.

Spiral Slash!

His burning right arm blade suddenly began to spin rapidly, like a fiery drill, bringing with it a shrill sound of air being torn apart and a scorching wave of air. He charged towards Morsen's location like a cannonball.

He used the wind pressure generated by the spinning blade to temporarily suppress some of the flames on his body, while also converting the burning flames into his own attack power.

"Oh? Interesting." Morsen raised an eyebrow and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes as he watched Dazbonis charge towards him, transformed into a "flaming drill."

This guy's tough as nails, and ruthless to himself. To be able to fight back so fiercely under these circumstances, he truly deserves to be Crocodile's top henchman.

Unfortunately, he was facing Morsen, an extraordinary swordsman.

"Too slow, and the trajectory is too straight," Mosen muttered, shifting his stance as the flame drill hurtled towards him, thus avoiding the violent spiral impact.

Dazbonis's speed and accuracy were greatly reduced due to the burns from the flames and the irritation from the smoke, and this attack had too many flaws in Morsen's eyes.

"boom!"

Dazbonis, his body wreathed in flames and swirling blades, brushed past Morsen and crashed heavily into the fountain in front of a restaurant on the street, which may have been an additional purpose of his.

Crash!!

The icy water instantly engulfed Dazbonis, extinguishing the flames burning on his body with a hissing sound and a large amount of white steam.

Although the flames were extinguished, Dazbonis's disheveled state reached its peak. He was soaked to the bone, his leather coat was burned to shreds, revealing charred and blistering skin underneath, and his stubble and eyebrows were all singed.

He coughed violently, spitting out the pool water that had choked his nose and mouth. His usually expressionless face was now filled with undisguised anger and murderous intent.

Chapter 48, Cutting Iron! (Please continue reading!)

[On the Grand Line, the Orange sat quietly on the sea, with a huge red warship not far away.]

Under the watchful eyes of the Amazon Lily warriors, the crew of the Bang Bang Orange stood together nervously, not daring to utter a word.

At the very front, Captain Lyle was standing next to Rayleigh, talking to a tall woman with green hair.

Lali tugged at Riley's clothes, looking at them with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Since his debut, he has never suffered such a loss in a direct battle, and has been made to look so miserable!

“You… are very good…” Dazbonis’s voice was hoarse with anger. He stared intently at Morsen, who was standing not far away and whose clothes were not even slightly disheveled, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"I'll show you the price of angering me!"

"The price? You should look in the mirror before spouting such nonsense." Mosen flicked the whale oil residue off his knife, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "Looks like your steel isn't very fire-resistant."

"You're asking for death!" Dazbonis roared, his rage completely consuming his reason.

With a sudden stomp of the foot, the sole of the foot instantly hardens and deforms, extending into thin, sharp blades, just like the blades on an ice skate.

"Dust-Slicing Speed ​​Blade!"

The next instant, he seemed to be equipped with a jet engine, speeding away at a speed far exceeding his previous speed, skimming close to the ground.

The blades beneath our feet scraped against the stone slabs, producing a piercing shriek and a few sparks.

At the same time, his ten fingers and even his elbows all transformed into sharp blades, and he became a high-speed killing machine, sweeping over with a terrifying aura that seemed intent on shredding Morsen to pieces!

"It's still too slow," Mosen said coldly.

Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly became blurry.

shave!

Instead of retreating or dodging, Mosen charged head-on at Dazbonis's "Micro Dust Slash Blade," and the two figures collided violently in the middle of the street.

"How is this possible?!" Dazbonis, who had been forcibly stopped, stared wide-eyed in astonishment once again.

Because he saw that his right-hand blade, capable of cutting through steel, was being held in mid-air by Morsen's left hand!

Mosen's palms and even his forearms were now covered with a deep, restrained black substance that radiated a dark metallic luster.

It was this layer of black substance that forcefully resisted and caught his blade, which could easily cut through rock, without leaving him unharmed!

"What... what is this?!" Dazbonis exclaimed in a low voice, instinctively. He had never seen such a bizarre ability before.

His Quick Cut Fruit makes his body comparable to or even surpassing steel, but the black substance gives him a feeling that is more refined and more advanced.

“Something even your boss doesn’t know!” Morsen’s voice rang out from right next to me.

Currently, his Armament Haki can only be used for defense; he cannot wrap it around his swords or release it to cause damage.

He didn't explain much, but his strength surged like a tide into his right arm, pouring into the longsword that Dazbonis was firmly holding in his left hand and pressing it down hard!

"Hmph!" Dazbonis immediately composed himself, his left hand gripping Morsen's blade tightly with his five fingers like iron pincers, while his right arm exerted force to try to break free from the grip of his left hand.

Mosen's blade pressed down on Dazbonis's left hand, slowly moving downwards until finally the blade struck Dazbonis's own left shoulder.

However, with a crisp clang, the blade collided with the hardened shoulder skin, only sending up a trail of sparks, but still failed to penetrate.

"Useless!" Dazbonis felt slightly relieved upon seeing this, and his cold mockery resurfaced: "Your blade still can't break through my defense! No matter how clever you are, it's all in vain before a true body of steel!"

He regained his confidence. Although his opponent's strange hardening of his hands was troublesome, as long as they couldn't break through his defenses, victory would still ultimately belong to him.

Mosen ignored his taunts, his eyes calm and composed. He took the initiative to break the stalemate, and the two separated once again.