65. Sengoku: Snatched My Coffee From Alabasta?

It would typically take about three days to sail from that island to Arabasta.

With just a quick glance, you could spot the silhouette of Arabasta island on the horizon.

Al sipped his tea, and as soon as he spotted Arabasta approaching, he swiftly halted the ship.

Later on, Al hanged in the air, gripping the rope with one hand and swaying gently.

Boom!

With a swift motion of the rope, the entire island soared into the sky, propelled by inertia, hurtling toward Alabasta!

Al gripped his cup of black tea, took a sip, and then teleported back to Robin's side.

Dos Fleur Grab (Two Flower Grab)

Confronted by Al's sudden appearance, Robin, who had been observing the battle, jumped up like a startled rabbit and activated her Devil Fruit ability.

In the blink of an eye, Al, surrounded by two arms, effortlessly transferred them to a nearby stone with a mere thought.

Click—

The sound of rocks shattering echoed.

Only then did Robin notice who was approaching. After a moment of relief, she regarded Al with hostility and questioned, "Why are you here?"

"And why is my ability..."

Before Robin could finish speaking, Al interrupted with a wave of his hand and said:

"Young lady, don't be so impatient. Care for some black tea?"

"Give me a cup of coffee if you can."

Al hummed softly, reaching out his hand and producing a cup of hot coffee from seemingly nowhere, offering it to Robin.

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters...

A group of Marine executives gaped in horror as a hand emerged out of thin air, snatching the freshly brewed coffee from Sengoku's grasp!

After receiving the coffee, Robin cautiously picked up a scorpion from the sand dune and poured some coffee onto its body.

As expected, the scorpion was killed by the scalding heat.

Satisfied with the outcome, Robin took a sip of her coffee, feeling reassured.

Al didn't take offense at Robin's actions.

It's natural for someone who has experienced adversity to be more cautious than others, regardless of their actions.

"Do you have a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you," Al said.

He picked up two chairs and gestured for Robin to take a seat.

However, Robin couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious when she noticed the seagull pattern embroidered on the back of the chair.

Despite her reservations, Robin hesitated for a moment before sitting down, reassured by Al's harmless smile.

She understood that Al's demonstration of his abilities was a warning, a reminder not to attempt to escape.

In the chaos of Marine Headquarters, tensions were high.

First, Sengoku's coffee was snatched, and now the chairs beneath Kizaru and Akainu vanished without explanation.

"Damn it, is there a devil fruit user behind this?" Akainu exclaimed angrily, scanning his surroundings with cold eyes.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, breaking the tense atmosphere: "Everyone, look at the screen!"

This sudden announcement diverted everyone's attention from the disappearing coffee and chairs.

On the big screen, Nami was soaring through the air, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she elegantly extended her slender hand, gesturing towards the crowd below.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Baroque Works members, along with a cadre, were swiftly incapacitated.

No one could fathom what had just occurred!

As Nami initiated her assault, Carina swiftly followed suit, intertwining her fingers to summon dozens of barriers into existence along the path.

Then, with a simple thought, Carina directed the barrier spikes through the crowd, unleashing their destructive force.

Immediately afterward, on the sandy surface, dozens of deep grooves stained red with blood came into view for everyone.

Before the members of the Baroque Works Club could react, Spike shot left and right, seizing the cannonballs piled up as high as a hill behind him and smashing them.

The speed of his throws was so rapid that it created an illusion!

Despite the sudden loss of nearly a hundred lives, the members of the Baroque Works Club showed no signs of retreat.

On the contrary, they seemed to grow even more bold and determined with each passing moment!

Their boss, Crocodile, had unleashed the sandstorm tornado not far from Carina and the others.

They believed that as long as they could hold out until the storm tornado arrived, victory would be assured!

"Carina, don't these guys fear death?" Vivi, who had taken down several members of the Baroque Works with her gun, couldn't help but express her disbelief at the enemy's reckless actions.

Carina simply pointed to the approaching storm tornado behind her and replied with a smile:

"These fools probably have no idea about my abilities, so they're relying on the tornado to sweep us away," Carina remarked with a hint of exasperation.

"I don't even know what to say to them anymore..."

Carina sighed softly, gazing at the frenzied crowd before her as if they were utter fools.

She knew that her barriers, were impenetrable.

Even if there were a hundred more obstacles, as long as she had enough physical strength, they wouldn't stand a chance of breaking through!

At that moment, Spike felt a warm sensation coursing through his body, spreading from his core to every extremity.

Initially, it dismissed it as a typical response to exertion, until a sudden white light flashed before its eyes.

If one were to look into Spike's eyes at that moment, they would notice a line resembling an electrocardiogram appearing in his pupils.

As the line transformed into a straight one, Spike underwent a profound change from his previous state, and his eyes became remarkably clear.

"This is incredible!" Spike exclaimed in amazement.

Carefully examining his paw, Spike lightly brushed it against his forehead, causing thick black fur to sprout on his head.

Then, Spike retrieved a pair of sunglasses from behind him, elegantly placing them on his face before chuckling softly.

"The hunt... begins!" he declared with a smirk.

In a flash, Spike materialized at the heart of the battlefield.

In the eyes of the horrified onlookers, there was only a blur of grayish-white with a hint of black, darting through the battlefield like a ghost.

Its speed was so rapid that even Nami, hovering in the air, could only catch glimpses of its afterimage.

Observing this, Al casually approached with the coffee from Sengoku's hand, offering it with a smile: "Care for a drink?"

Just as Robin pondered who Al was addressing, Spike suddenly appeared within her line of sight.

Robin was genuinely taken aback by Spike's sudden appearance.

Fortunately, her mental fortitude was relatively strong. If she were Nami or Carina, she might have been startled into fainting.

Spike accepted the coffee, took a sip, and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, hundreds of members of the Baroque Works Club on the battlefield clutched their chests in agony, collapsing to the ground with pained expressions.

"My dear Captain Al, was it you who bestowed upon me this extraordinary power?" Spike inquired with gratitude.

Spike suspended the coffee cup mid-air, then saluted Al with gentlemanly grace before asking softly.

Al couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, a question nagging at his mind.

Is this truly Spike?

However, Al didn't dwell on it too much, simply offering a light smile.

"Bring Nami and the others here. As for Tom, let him wait."

"Understood, Captain Al," Spike replied obediently.

In a flash, Spike brought Nami and the others over.

The sudden movement was so swift that Nami and the rest didn't quite comprehend what had occurred.

"Captain Al... I was still controlling the golf ball in the air, why did everything suddenly..." Nami began to inquire, puzzled by the abrupt change.

Faced with the skepticism of several individuals, Al remained silent. Instead, he lightly snapped his fingers, summoning a paragraph of text to appear before Nami and the others.

As they read the text, Nami and the rest gasped in astonishment. They regarded Al and Spike with awe, as if beholding gods.

Even the usually reserved Robin couldn't help but cover her mouth in astonishment, letting out an exclamation.

Al and Spike simply smiled faintly in response, saying little.

After retrieving a few chairs from Marine Headquarters, Al and Nami leisurely sipped their afternoon tea.

As the members of the Baroque Works Club were horrified to discover the mass casualties among their ranks, the frenzy on their faces slowly gave way to fear.

Spike calmly lifted his teacup and strolled leisurely through the center of the battlefield. With each precise shot, dozens of members fell to their demise.

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, many Marine chairs inexplicably vanished, yet no one seemed to take notice.

Except for Garp, the Marine Vice Admirals couldn't help but gasp in astonishment at the terrifying display unfolding before them.

As for Spike, he had no interest in this tedious battle whatsoever. Just as it seemed to be nearing its conclusion, a colossal tornado appeared behind him.

Simultaneously, everyone observing the scene couldn't help but feel their hearts race in anticipation. With the exception of the top powerhouses, most believed that the dog wouldn't stand a chance against the forces of nature.

While he might not perish, it was widely assumed that he would at least sustain serious injuries.

However, what followed left even the top powerhouses feeling a ripple in their hearts.

Spike effortlessly extended his hand, casually plucking the tornado from the sky as though it were mere weeds.

Then, with his other hand, Spike reached down and scooped up the sand as if it were no more than a sheet of paper, lifting hundreds of meters' worth in radius.

With a casual wave of his arm, the entire expanse of sand began to tremble violently.

The Baroque Works members standing on the sand felt a powerful jolt akin to an earthquake.

Driven by the force of the shock, they stumbled and lost their balance, collapsing to the ground.

They slid uncontrollably toward the center of the battlefield.

Seeing the opportune moment, Spike chuckled softly and casually hurled the tornado like a concealed weapon!

Without delay, Spike placed his other hand on the sand, encasing the tornado like wrapping a roll of paper.

From above, its shape resembled a colossal cylindrical water pipe.

Suddenly, shrill screams echoed one after another.

It seemed that Spike intended to spare Nami and the others from haunting nightmares by preventing them from witnessing this cruel scene.

Thoughtfully, he extracted two circular patches of sand and sealed the nozzle shut.

Having completed his actions, Spike lightly clapped his hands, casually snapping his fingers before swiftly returning to his original position with a graceful dodge.

And all of this transpired in a mere span of 10 seconds.

Not only had Nami and the others failed to grasp what had occurred, but even the Marine cadre at headquarters stood dumbfounded in the moment.

"This fellow... What a monster!" Garp's voice shattered the silence, causing everyone's breath to quicken in response.

"WE cannot allow them to further develop!" Sengoku exclaimed sharply.

This time, no one dared to challenge Sengoku's assertion.

Because not only the cat or the dog, but even the two girls had demonstrated strength that far exceeded their expectations.

Yet, their captain Al, the man who hadn't made a move.

Clearly, he instilled even greater fear in them!

The fear induced by the unknown is more intense than anything else in the world!

As Spike returned to his position after snapping his fingers, the clash between Tom and Crocodile had escalated into a fierce confrontation.

Crocodile, previously unaffected by Tom's torment, could no longer maintain his indifferent demeanor.

Now, with disheveled hair and scarlet eyes, he resembled a demon emerging from the depths of hell!

Upon witnessing Crocodile's transformation, Tom silently replaced his devil's horns with an angel's halo.

Even the trident in his hand morphed into a colossal hammer spanning 100 meters in length.

"Aha!" Tom bellowed demonically, as the massive hammer eclipsed the sun with its sheer size.

A smug grin spread across Tom's face as he wielded the gargantuan sledgehammer, bringing it crashing down onto Crocodile, burying him beneath the sand.

"Enough!"

Crocodile's furious roar reverberated from beneath the surface of the sand.

Instantly, hundreds of sand spikes erupted from the ground, hurtling straight toward Tom.

Tom hesitated for a moment, instinctively letting out a scream. But upon reflection, he realized he was already dead, so why should he fear this?

Taking a deep breath, Tom steadied himself and retrieved a white silk scarf from behind, using it to cover his eyes.

Afterwards, he lit a cigarette, maintaining a calm expression as he maneuvered amidst the onslaught of spikes.

"Damn it!" Crocodile exclaimed furiously, realizing his attack had no effect on Tom.

Consumed by madness, Crocodile raised the golden hook in his left hand and charged straight at Tom.

However, Tom remained indifferent, continuing to smoke as he deftly dodged Crocodile's lethal strikes with ease!

Furthermore, while evading the onslaught, Tom would also produce a chocolate pie from behind, striking Crocodile squarely in the face.

Though the damage inflicted was minimal, the act was incredibly demeaning.

For Crocodile, already highly competitive and arrogant, this was a greater humiliation than mere defeat.

"What...!" Crocodile spluttered in disbelief.

"Die, Die, Die, Die!!!" His remaining shreds of sanity were gradually consumed by anger, causing his movements to become increasingly erratic.

Tom finished smoking his cigarette, then calmly retrieved a pan from behind and smashed Crocodile's head into a handful of yellow sand with a single blow.

In the next instant, as Crocodile's head began to reform, Tom swiftly produced a mace from behind and knocked it away.

However, consumed by rage and devoid of reason, Crocodile paid no heed to these actions.

At this moment, his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only:

To kill that damned cat!

But Tom grew increasingly playful, even performing tricks while effortlessly dodging Crocodile's attacks.

He turned his back on Crocodile and executed a flawless headshot kill.

Tom performed headshots while doing push-ups with one hand.

He placed his tail on the ground, then sat cross-legged, tapping on a wooden fish while using Crocodile's head as the percussive instrument.

As the astonishing display unfolded on the big screen, all the Marines stared wide-eyed, struggling to believe that it was indeed real.

Only Garp burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as tears streamed down his face.

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