The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

"It's not over yet!" She suddenly leaped up, her legs springing like springs as she kicked towards Jote's chest.

"Too weak!" Jott sneered, his fist, covered in Armament Haki, slamming out!

The two forces collided violently, and Libo's petite body was sent flying several meters like a kite with a broken string.

He slammed heavily against the ship's side, and the wooden railing shattered.

Her Armament Haki was not yet fully developed, and she was no match for Jot.

"Cough...cough cough..." Ribo curled up on the deck, her Armament Haki dissipating. In her blurred vision, Jot's massive body approached like a nightmare.

This is the overwhelming difference in combat power among mid-level pirates in the New World. Against Ribo, it's a complete crushing defeat from the very first move!

"Hehehe... I haven't tasted the life of a fur tribe yet..."

Chote exhaled a foul stench of alcohol, his scarlet tongue licking his lips, and raised his massive hand to grab the trembling rabbit ears.

Suddenly, the air in the entire sea area seemed to freeze.

"I was wondering why something felt off..." The icy voice was like a chilling spring from the depths of hell.

The ice froze from Chote's spine all the way to the back of his head, and his outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air.

"So it's you! 'Big Barrel' Basque Jolt!!" The moment the words fell, the entire pirate ship let out a groan of unbearable strain.

The deck cracked like a spiderweb, and the air seemed to break apart.

"That domineering aura?!" Jote's pupils shrank sharply, and Gern was already standing behind him like a ghost.

Dark purple, domineering aura, like lightning bolts coiled around his body, crackling and popping. The Black Blade Eight Desolations was released amidst the high-frequency hum of trembling pale particles!

“Gern…” Lipo looked at Gern and let out a soft cry with a slightly aggrieved tone.

She was genuinely scared just now.

Looking at Libo, Gern's savage killing intent instantly materialized, and he coldly stared at Jote's face, which was contorted with fear.

"If my Libo is missing even a single hair, I'll cut off a piece of your flesh."

Chapter 95 They cut it down just like that!!

"A hair, a piece of flesh, that was just now..."

Basque Chote stood frozen in place, beads of sweat forming on his sausage-like nose, the effects of the alcohol instantly wearing off.

As one of the most notorious and ruthless pirates in the New World

He couldn't possibly not recognize this—the naval monster that shattered the sky and cleaved the golden lion!

At this moment, Jote's drunken eyes were wide open, and he stared intently at the black knife in Gern's hand, which was wrapped with pale particles.

Gern did not answer, but raised his eyes and unleashed a wave of Conqueror's Haki upon him.

The sawdust on the deck began to move on its own without any wind, making a soft "crackling" sound.

Cold sweat trickled down Chote's forehead and cheeks.

"Wait...wait!" Then, he slowly and suddenly raised his hands, the wine jug crashing onto the deck. "I surrender! I give up!"

"Look..." His voice trembled with fear, and a fawning smile squeezed out of his fat face: "I'm just a drunken fool."

"It was all a misunderstanding, I was just..." He swallowed, then suddenly turned around and opened his mouth to spit...

"Wine Fountain!"

"Pfft—" He pounded his stomach violently, spewing out a huge amount of alcohol mist that instantly enveloped the entire deck.

The strong smell of alcohol was so strong that it made it hard to open one's eyes, and the entire field of vision was obscured by a white fog.

"Hahaha! Thanks for your warship, Navy!" Jote's loud laughter came from the fog, accompanied by a muffled thud.

Its massive body leaped up with surprising agility, heading towards Gern's warship!

"Heh." Seeing this, Gern's lips curled into a cold smile, showing no intention of pursuing.

Just as Jote was feeling smug in mid-air, he suddenly felt a chill.

He instinctively looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting—"Damn it, it's Sakazuki!!"

On the bow of the warship, Sakazuki stood there with his arms crossed, his cloak of justice fluttering in the wind.

Lava patterns spread across his face, and his gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

“A massive firestorm.” Sakazuki’s voice was eerily calm.

"No!!" Jote cried out in terror, trying to change direction, but it was too late.

A gigantic fist of molten lava came crashing down, the breath of death was almost upon them!

At the critical moment, Chote suddenly twisted his body, actually changing his trajectory in mid-air.

The lava grazed the hem of his clothes, burning a large hole in his clown costume.

"Hahaha! You missed!" Jote laughed as if he had escaped death, and turned to continue running away.

Just then, Gern's voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh, yet it sent chills down Jot's spine.

"Sorry, I'm a man of my word." Gern leaped up with all his might.

"So... I'll cut you down whenever I want, and now you've picked a pretty good execution ground!" As he finished speaking, the blade of the Black Blade Eight Desolations gleamed with a blinding white light.

His arm muscles were taut to the extreme, and Armament Haki flowed around him like a living thing, accompanied by dark red lightning.

The frequency of the blade's vibrations suddenly increased, and spiderweb-like spatial cracks appeared in the air.

"Heavenly Tremor - Cross Slash..." A horizontal slash! A vertical cleave!

Two intersecting slashes tore through the sky, and pale, vibrating particles formed a massive cross-shaped shockwave.

The horizontal cleaving waves neatly slice through the clouds, while the vertical slashing waves plow deep trenches into the sea.

"Crack!!!" Amidst the deafening sound of the sky shattering, Jote only had time to let out a short scream.

His body froze in mid-air, and fine lines of blood appeared on his skin.

The first strike – a horizontal slash!

A pale, vibrating wave swept across his waist, tearing fat and muscle apart at the moment of contact with the high-frequency vibration.

The bones made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound before disintegrating into fragments. The upper and lower body began to separate out of place, and blood gushed out from the cuts like a fountain.

The second cut – a vertical slash!

Almost at the same instant, a vertical slash pierced down from the top of Jote's head.

His nose, chin, chest, and abdomen were all severed in two!

Wherever the blade passed, flesh and blood were shaken into a fine mist of blood, and fragments of internal organs fell like rain.

"Disintegrate!!!" Gern flung the Black Blade Eight Desolations.

"Pfft!" Jote's eyes rolled back as his body exploded in mid-air, precisely sliced ​​into dozens of neat chunks of flesh by the cross-shaped slash.

The head was split vertically in two, and the brains were scattered by the shockwave before they even hit the ground.

Both arms were neatly severed at the shoulders, with the fingers still in a grasping position.

The torso was cut horizontally into two sections, with the cross-sections of the ribs and spine as smooth as a mirror.

The next moment, his body was as if it had been cut by an invisible blade, instantly splitting into thousands of neat little squares.

Blood bloomed into eerie flowers in the air, only to be shattered into a blood mist by the shockwave that followed.

The naval soldiers on the warship stared wide-eyed at the scene.

Someone's binoculars fell onto the deck with a "thud".

"The 'Big Barrel' Basque Joet, with a bounty of 825 million Berries!" a young soldier shouted, his voice trembling.

"Just like that, he was... shredded to pieces by Brigadier General Gern!!!"

Sakazuki stood at the bow of the ship, lava still slowly flowing over his fist, watching the execution, a rare smile of satisfaction playing on his lips.

That's how it should be.

His gaze shifted to Gern, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Basque Chote—this beast who took pleasure in torturing and killing civilians—should have been torn to pieces long ago.

Those innocent people he tortured to death, those children he cut off as "collectibles," those naval soldiers he got drunk and threw into a group of sharks for his amusement...

They died too easily.

Sakazuki clenched his fist, and lava dripped onto the deck, burning out charred holes.

He then strode towards Gern and, to everyone's surprise, patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Well done." His voice remained cold and hard, but anyone could hear the approval in it.

"This kind of scum should be completely crushed."

"Gern, we're a match made in heaven! Choosing to transfer you was one of the best decisions I've ever made!"

Gern raised an eyebrow, surprised that "Akainu," who was still known for his strict discipline in the Navy Headquarters, would openly approve of his method of execution.

Sakazuki seemed to see his confusion and snorted coldly: "You think I care about that nonsense?"

Then, turning to look at the gradually closing sea, he said in a low voice, "Justice... sometimes needs to be carried out in the most extreme way."

Especially for someone like Jote... a butcher who committed countless bloody crimes in the New World.

Letting him die a quick death would be an act of mercy, but your "execution," Gern, at least allowed him to experience extreme fear in the final moments of his life.

That's enough!

After saying that, Sakazuki swept his cold gaze over Lipo and suddenly said, "You did well too."

"Me?!" Libo looked up, blinking her teary eyes. "Uncle Sakazuki... is he praising me?"

But I clearly lost..."

"Losing isn't scary. At least you didn't back down when you realized you were facing a strong enemy, and you didn't choose to be a deserter! Instead, you chose to fight."

"So... thank you for your hard work." Sakazuki said curtly, then turned and walked towards the cabin.

"Rest for half an hour, then continue your mission to hunt down the pirates."

Watching Sakazuki's departing figure, Ribo smiled through her tears: "Uncle Sakazuki is actually a really nice guy!"

“That’s all just talk. You can’t do that next time you find something’s wrong!” Gern rubbed her head.

"However, it's not easy to gain his approval." As he spoke, he magically pulled a carrot from his pocket.

"Here, let our righteous partners calm down."

"Hmm!!" Libo's eyes lit up. She took the carrot and took a big bite, her cheeks immediately puffing out.

"Hmm... Gern is still the best!"

……

[Salted Fish's comment: Actually, by now everyone should already have an understanding of the main character's power system, but Salted Fish still wants to clarify it so that everyone can fully understand.]

The main character's development is gradual, and currently there are two skill systems: [Skyquake] and [Blackquake].

【Heavenly Tremor】is a skill and sword technique developed entirely based on Devil Fruit abilities or in conjunction with the Black Blade Eight Desolations.

【Black Shock】is a combination of Haki and Devil Fruit powers in physical combat. After all, Guern's physical combat skills are inherited from Zephyr and Garp.

In addition, there's the protagonist's exclusive domineering technique, "Godfall," and the meticulously developed "Shock Binding: Absolute Zero," etc...

By the way: Guern's Conqueror's Haki is presented in a purplish-black effect (based on the fact that each character in One Piece has a different Conqueror's Haki).

Chapter 96 Cut off contact

Inside the office at New World Naval Base G-3.

The night was deep, and the sea outside the window was as black as ink, with only the occasional surging waves reflecting the faint moonlight.

Sakazuki sat at the table, his hands supporting him in front of him.

“The intelligence has been confirmed,” Sakazuki’s voice was low and cold, as he looked at the documents on the table.

"The main pirate crew of the third division of the Golden Lion Flying Pirates is scattered along these two routes."