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

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When "Blood Spear" Logot saw the approaching navy in the distance, a sinister smile crept across his face.

“Ha…it’s finally here!” However, his smile froze when his gaze fell on Gern’s epaulets.

"A warrant officer?! And one from the branch?!"

Upon seeing Gern's rank, Logot's eyes instantly darkened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Are you kidding me?!" He stomped his foot, and the rock beneath his feet cracked with a loud "crack".

"I am 'Blood Spear' Logot, who fought my way back from the Grand Line!"

A notorious pirate with a bounty of 69 million Berries! And the Navy only sends a warrant officer to deal with me?!

He laughed in fury, pointing his spear fiercely at Gern, his voice filled with humiliation and rage.

"Is your navy lacking in manpower?! Or perhaps..." His one eye narrowed, his killing intent boiling, "You think I'm not even as good as a warrant officer?!"

Hearing their captain's self-deprecating humor, the pirates joined in the laughter, their mocking remarks rising and falling.

"Hahaha! Captain, it seems the Navy looks down on you!"

"A mere warrant officer isn't even enough to fill our teeth!"

"Hey, kid in the navy, have you come to the wrong place? This isn't a recruit training camp!"

Gern did not respond, but simply continued walking forward.

As Gern approached, at that moment, a tall, thin pirate suddenly widened his eyes.

He stared intently at Gern's face, then suddenly grabbed his companion's arm, his voice trembling.

"Wait...that guy...that's a knife wrapped in saffron on his back!"

Logot glanced at him impatiently: "What's wrong? Scared out of your wits?"

The pirate swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Captain! That...that guy is 'Pirate Hunter' Gern!!"

"What?! What the hell is a pirate hunter?" Logot frowned.

The tall, thin pirate quickly leaned closer and explained in a low voice, "Although the captain has a low rank, he has..."

He's wiped out sixteen pirate crews in the West Blue all by himself! He's a complete monster of the Marines!

"Last month, the Golden Sword Pirates' 'Gold Fang' Hawk, with a bounty of 23 million Berries, was wiped out by him!"

"Also... I heard that he actually received special training at the Navy Headquarters, but his rank was suppressed because of his 'excessive methods'!"

After listening to his subordinate's interpretation, Logot narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gern again.

"Oh? Interesting..." His lips curled up again, but this time the smile was no longer contemptuous, but rather tinged with a bloodthirsty excitement.

“Pirate hunter Gern?” Logot narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the warrant officer rank on the boy’s shoulder, before a mocking smile appeared on his face.

In the first half of the Grand Line, there are countless famous guys like Gern!

He wasn't afraid at all.

Logot then stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow.

"Kid, you may have some fame, but is your navy out of talent? Sending a greenhorn like you to your death?"

Gern did not answer.

His gaze swept over the pirates by the campfire, then over the still-wet bloodstains on the port floor, and finally settled on Logot.

"You are 'Blood Spear' Logot?" The voice was calm, yet sharp as an ice blade.

Logot chuckled, raising his blood-beak and pointing the spear tip at Gern: "What, you've heard of my name?"

"So it seems the navy isn't looking down on me..." He slowly raised his spear, the tip spinning, his voice low and deep.

"Do they think that you alone are enough to kill me?"

Faced with their captain's fearless demeanor, the pirates burst into laughter, some even whistling.

...

Despite the Blood Spear Pirates' taunts, Gern remained expressionless, slowly raising his hand with his fingers spread and palm facing up.

“You massacred Ashport.” His voice was soft, as if stating a trivial fact.

Logot paused for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, his spear's blood beak drawing a crimson arc in the air.

"Hahaha! Those lowly people don't even deserve to be called a massacre!" He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and a morbid excitement gleamed in his single eye.

“I’m teaching them…” The spear suddenly stopped, its tip pointing directly at Gern.

"On the high seas, the lives of the weak... are utterly worthless!"

A chill suddenly settled in Gern's eyes.

"Then your life..." The air in his palm suddenly distorted.

"Buzz!!!" A ball of pure white vibrating particles leaped, collapsed, and condensed in Gern's palm.

The surface of the sphere emitted a dazzling light, like a star compressed to its extreme.

Logot's laughter stopped abruptly.

"And how much is it worth?!" As soon as he finished speaking, Gern's arm muscles tensed up suddenly, and the next second, he slammed the air to the side!

boom! ! ! !

Crack! Space shattered.

Centered on his fist, the air shattered like a mirror, spiderweb-like cracks spreading instantly, and terrifying shockwaves erupted in a fan shape, engulfing everything in their path.

Click! Click! Click!

The Blood Spear pirate ship, anchored on the shore, was shattered into countless pieces in a fraction of a second!

The planks, mast, nails, and sails were all crushed into dust, and even the seawater under the ship was shaken out, creating a huge vacuum crater!

"Splash!" Seawater rushed in, creating towering waves. The shattered shipwreck was swept into the whirlpool and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The pirates' clamor vanished instantly.

The entire eastern harbor was eerily silent.

Logot's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His ship and all his treasure... were wiped out in one blow.

Gern slowly raised his head, his black hair billowing in the air currents, revealing his icy, bone-chilling eyes.

“And…” His voice was soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking Logot’s heart hard.

“You were wrong just now.” Gern raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the black sword, Eight Desolations, behind him for the first time.

“Should…” In an instant, the blade trembled, high-frequency vibrations tore through the air, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The bandages on the Black Blade - Eight Desolations automatically spiraled and disintegrated from the hilt to the tip, turning into grayish-white fragments that floated in the air, with high-frequency vibrations like electric arcs flickering at the edges of the fragments.

After being fully unleashed, the blade was completely exposed, and the dark red cracks burst forth with dazzling light, making the entire knife seem like a "ferocious beast awakened."

"I feel that you alone are not enough for me to kill."

Chapter 13 Lack of Combat Experience

Logot's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the fully unleashed black sword, Eight Desolations, in Gern's hand.

The dark red cracks on the blade and the high-frequency vibrations that tore through the air caused a stinging pain in his eardrums.

“This knife is not bad…” Logot murmured.

It's important to know that not all weapons can withstand the effects of Devil Fruit powers, and the one in Gern's hand is even more so.

"Captain! That's... a Devil Fruit ability?!" The Blood Spear Pirates realized what was happening, swallowed hard, and shouted.

“Superhuman type, huh…” Logot’s expression gradually turned ferocious. “No wonder he dared to come alone.”

However… this ability seems vaguely familiar.

"Captain Logot..."

"What are you afraid of?!" Hearing his subordinates shout, Logot suddenly flung his cloak, the rank insignia clinking together with a crisp sound.

"I've seen plenty of ability users on the Grand Line!?"

Before he finished speaking, Logot suddenly sprang into action.

The Bloodbeak Spear shot out like a venomous snake, its barbs tearing through the air, aiming straight for Gern's throat!

"Die, you navy brat!"

Gern remained standing in the same spot, not even lifting an eyelid.

"Whoosh!" The spear pierced his body, but it was as if it had pierced a phantom, without splattering a single drop of blood.

"What?!" Logot stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously as his attack missed.

Immediately afterward, Gern's body transformed into countless trembling particles the instant the spear tip touched him, only to reform in the next second.

"Just as I thought, he assumed I was a Paramecia." Gern's voice came from behind.

Logot turned around abruptly, only to find that Gern was already standing three steps behind him, the vibrating orb in his hand shining even brighter.

"No wonder they escaped from the Grand Line?" Gern's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

Hearing Gern's mockery, Logot's face instantly turned ashen, and he roared...

The Bloodbeak Spear instantly disassembled and reassembled into two short spears, their tips glowing with an eerie red light.

"Don't underestimate me, kid!" He crossed his spears and charged toward Gern like a ghost.

"Two beaks piercing the heart!"

Gern remained motionless, only slightly raising his hand, as vibrating particles flowed around his arm like water.

"Shaking the wall."

"Boom!" Logot's twin spears slammed into the invisible barrier in front of Gern, unleashing a shockwave that sent all the surrounding pirates flying!

The ground was cracked and gravel was flying everywhere, but Gern didn't even flinch.

Before long, cold sweat beaded on Logot's forehead, and his hands began to tremble slightly from the frantic attacks on the barrier formed by the vibrating particles.

So he decisively jumped back, creating distance, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Damn it, that Logia-type..." Logot's voice was distorted with shock, then turned into a furious roar.

"That's why I hate you bastards who are favored by fate the most!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Logot stomped on the ground, and the ground beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar.

The spear's blood-beak spun in his hand, the barbs at the tip gleaming with a dark metallic sheen!

"You lucky bunch who think you're so great just because you have one fruit!" Logot's eyes were bloodshot.

"I've seen too many guys like you on the Grand Line... and they all died like stray dogs!"

Gern ignored his roar and vanished abruptly.

"Vibration Instant Slide!"

Transparent orbits of vibrating particles appeared in the air, and Gern's figure was propelled forward as if by an invisible force, instantly closing in on Logot.

At the same time, Black Blade Eight Desolations was raised high, and the shockwaves on the blade condensed into a visible white light blade, which slashed down at Logot!

Before the blade even arrived, a terrifying tremor had already torn the ground apart, and the port's paving stones crumbled layer by layer like fragile biscuits.

Logot grinned maliciously, neither dodging nor avoiding, his spear "Bloodbeak" wrapped in Armament Haki, and fiercely met the attack from below!

"Clang!!" Amidst the resounding clang of metal clashing, dazzling sparks erupted from the point where the black blade and spear collided.

"This guy is incredibly strong!" Logot was visibly taken aback when he sensed Gern's immense strength.

To Gern's surprise, Logot's Armament Haki withstood the shockwave's impact, even causing his hands to go numb from the force of the shockwave!

"Hey, you little navy brat, your combat experience is terrible!" He spat sharply, twirling the blood-beaked spear in his hand.

Armament Haki coiled around the spear tip like black mist, and the black barbs gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Gern did not answer, but simply raised his black sword "Eight Desolations". The blade trembled, and high-frequency vibrating particles jumped like electric arcs on the edge.