Chapter 54

Yessir I'm back from the dead. With a patreon.

Early chapters here and unreleased novels here: pa.treon.com/FFAddict

Check out my other fanfiction:

One Piece: I Will Wipe Out The Tenryubito!

And so,

He charged out directly, going head-to-head with the enemy.

His Devil Fruit abilities were only used to evade enemy attacks or to shift his position.

In the beginning, the black-suited duo was always on guard for Senior's possible sneak attacks from the shadows.

But as the fight progressed to this point, they had already noticed this peculiarity.

Even though he could launch a surprise attack from the walls or the ground, he always appeared right in front of them, as if he despised acting otherwise.

Anyone else might admire Senior's unyielding, hard-nosed style.

But who were they?

They were the CP agents who would stop at nothing to complete their mission!

To them, someone as naive and passionate as Senior wouldn't survive a day in their environment!

Such foolishness!

"Give it up. Although the guy is indeed a bit foolish, nobody will fall for such an obvious trap."

"And so much time has passed. If he wanted to ambush us, he would have done it from the start. There was no need to wait till now."

The square-faced agent with a buzz cut strolled up to his companion and commented.

Hearing this, the bare-chested, scar-faced agent spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva onto the ground. It was evidence from when he had used a piece of iron to defend himself but had been punched in the face by Senior.

"I just want to see if that guy is really that principled. Damn it! Compared to him, we scoundrels who would stop at nothing to achieve our goals should be ashamed enough to commit seppuku!"

Whether the scar-faced agent's comment was a mockery of Senior or self-deprecating, it wasn't clear.

The square-faced buzz cut agent fell silent for a moment before saying, "Regardless, we are the ones representing 'justice'."

"Perhaps he is truly squandering such a miraculous Devil Fruit. Such a power is very suitable for those of us who have... special duties."

Hearing this, even the square-faced agent subconsciously nodded his head.

The abilities the enemy had demonstrated so far were enough.

Infiltration, intelligence gathering, assassination, and afterwards, escaping unnoticed.

Such a 'perfect' Devil Fruit, yet it was wasted by such a stubborn fool. What a pity!

The more he thought about it, the angrier the square-faced agent got. He began to launch indiscriminate Tempest Kicks, unknowingly wasting a lot of his strength.

Senior, who was hidden in a nearby wall, was forced out by this sudden attack.

Without thinking, he immediately drew his gun and fired, emptying all the bullets in an instant.

However, the sound was not of bullets piercing flesh, but striking iron.

An iron slab!

The scar-faced agent used his muscular body to effortlessly block all the bullets.

Senior had anticipated this.

"The other guy is coming!"

The moment he fired the last bullet, he tossed aside his flintlock and assumed a strange pose, retracting his right fist significantly to gather energy.

Sure enough!

The next moment, the square-faced agent appeared before Senior as if he had teleported, his right leg raised high.

This was a sign of an imminent Tempest Kick!

But he didn't have the chance.

Senior, who had seen through their coordination, was faster!

"Tiger Roar Fist!"

Roar!

The square-faced buzz cut agent seemed to see a ferocious tiger opening its gaping maw in front of him, roaring menacingly!

Immediately following, he felt a piercing pain in his chest, and was sent flying backwards.

By the time Abel finally found Senior, the scene was rather gruesome!

The square-faced agent had been defeated and removed from the fight, his right leg oddly broken and his chest caved in. It appeared as though he had been punched to death.

"Did Pica hide this move?"

Abel couldn't help but be surprised. After all, he had never seen Pica demonstrate this kind of power.

So, he's a boxing master?!

Does Lao G know about this?

Looking at the two men still fighting fiercely, their bodies and faces were covered in injuries. Senior's sunglasses were shattered, making him look quite disheveled.

On the other hand, the scar-faced man was in a relatively better condition. Facing Senior's attacks, he could use iron blocks for defense, and then counterattack with a finger gun.

During the fight, Senior had thrown him onto the ground several times without causing much damage.

On the contrary, there were a few times when Senior couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the enemy's finger gun, creating several holes in his body.

The wound on his shoulder that was originally bandaged was already dyed red with fresh blood.

Plus, Senior had exhausted a lot of his energy by continuously using the Tiger Roar Fist in order to eliminate one enemy, which caused him to start panting heavily.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly woke him up.

"Jeez, you look pretty rough, Pica!"

Abel could have directly used the Asura Aurora Slash for a surprise attack, but remembering that Pica disliked interference in his duels, he chose a different approach.

"Why are you here? What about Baby-5 and Buffalo? That explosion just now must have been you guys."

Senior didn't seem to want Abel's intervention, but he felt more relaxed.

However, the scar-faced agent looked a bit gloomy.

His partner had been taken down, and now the enemy's support had arrived. The situation was gradually worsening, heading towards an unpredictable direction!

Luckily, the only one who had arrived was a little devil who didn't pose much of a threat.

However, it would be this little devil, whom he hadn't taken seriously, that would deliver the heaviest blow to him.

"Pica, is this the person you've been sneaking around to date? Your taste is a bit too peculiar, isn't it? Not only is he ugly, but he's also a man?"

Senior's face darkened instantly, realizing Abel was expressing his discontent about him sneaking off through these remarks.

He knew he was in the wrong here, so he chose to stay silent, concentrating on his fight with the scar-faced agent.

The scar-faced agent, who was inexplicably caught in the crossfire, felt slighted.

Who was he calling ugly?!

What's wrong with being a man?!

Did men consume your family's rice?!

Don't men deserve sincere and moving love too?!

What a pile of nonsense, almost swayed by it!

If he weren't too occupied, he would have torn that bratty boy apart.

And in that moment of distraction, his iron block defense was broken. He received a punch straight to the face from Senior, causing immediate swelling.

Abel, noticing this, instantly burst into laughter.

"This tactic actually works quite well, haha."

Just then, he had used the "Art of Verbal Attack". For the next five minutes, anything he said could touch the sensitive nerves of the scar-faced man to the maximum extent.

And so, he immediately started playing along.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something between you two?"

"The scar-faced gentleman here has even taken off his clothes, which is truly an eyesore."

"Oh, almost forgot, there's another one lying there. So, how exactly did the three of you divide your roles?"

"Hey hey hey, why the rush? Don't hit the face!"

"Wow! This 'wild dog's leap' move is quite sharp. Impressive~"

And so on...

Normally, the scar-faced agent wouldn't lose his temper so easily.

But today, curiously, every word uttered by the little brat deeply bothered him, making him incredibly sensitive and leading to certain imaginings and associations in his mind.

As a result, the angrier he got, the more he thought about it, and vice versa!

Finally, when he reached a critical point, he exploded!

"Shut up! I'm going to kill you first!"

After forcing Senior back with another finger gun attack, the scar-faced agent suddenly roared, losing his calm as he charged towards Abel, who had been standing there non-stop chattering.

"Watch out for his fingers!"

Senior, who had just backed away, instantly changed his expression and shouted at Abel before quickly pursuing the situation.

However, the time gap was enough for the scar-faced agent to approach Abel first.

Looking at the scar-faced man getting closer and closer, Abel was completely calm.

The reason he used the "Art of Verbal Attack" was to purposely provoke his opponent, thus providing him with a valid excuse to intervene.

Through his previous observations, he had confirmed that this scar-faced man was using the Navy's "Iron Block" and "Finger Gun".

But he hadn't seen him use any other techniques.

Could it be that he didn't want to use them?

Did he think it was unnecessary to deal with Senior?

Impossible!

Didn't he see that his companions had already been defeated? If he had a secret weapon, it would've been used already.

So, only one possibility remained!

This scar-faced man only mastered the "Iron Block" and "Finger Gun", and he couldn't use any other techniques from the Navy's Six Powers.

This made things simple.

All Abel needed to guard against was the man's fingers.

"Die!"

The scar-faced man aimed a Finger Gun straight at Abel's head.

Perhaps in his view, this single move was enough to take down the annoying brat, and then he could turn back to deal with the previous enemy.

But little did he know, his attack pattern had already been seen through by Abel. One could say Abel was simply waiting for him to launch the Finger Gun!

The next moment, Abel forcefully tilted his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the Finger Gun.

Then, he took a step forward, lifting his short sword and aiming it towards the scar-faced man's heart.

While the scar-faced agent was surprised that the brat could dodge his Finger Gun, he scoffed coldly upon seeing Abel's next move.

Iron Block!

In an instant, his entire body gained the hardness of steel.

However, the trade-off was that he temporarily couldn't move.

But that didn't matter; he was already eager to see the brat's shocked and flustered expression.

Then, he would grab the boy's shoulder and tear him in half before his friend could catch up!