Chapter 221

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Jaya Island, although not included in the first batch of conquered islands, indeed figures in Doflamingo's plans. Once the family shifts its focus fully to the Grand Line, Jaya Island is a must-have! Right now, it's only a matter of insufficient manpower.

"Thinking you can climb over me to the top? Let's see if you've got what it takes!"

As Mad Bull Michael swirled his drink, uttering these words, every subordinate in the bar immediately rose to their feet, weapons drawn, their eyes filled with malice as they stared at someone. If their glare could kill, Abel would've died dozens of times by now. Unfortunately for them, they don't possess the Sharingan nor such capabilities.

The atmosphere in the room became extremely tense and serious.

"Whether I have what it takes or not, let's find out."

"Alright, got guts!"

At this moment of drawn swords and ready bows, Abel did the unexpected and turned to leave, "Hey boss, get twenty blueberry pies ready; I'll be back to eat them after a while."

His words were devoid of profanities, yet they were brazenly arrogant. He clearly didn't take anyone in the room seriously.

"Go eat your blueberry pies in hell!"

A flunky charged out, swinging his knife at Abel. Abel simply shifted his body slightly to dodge the blade and with a thud, kicked the attacker out of the door. The assailant crashed through the tavern's entrance and landed on the street, mouth foaming with blood, gasping more than breathing.

Once on the street, Abel drew his sword Onimaru, seemingly lost in thought. Notorious reputations often disappoint when met in person, and indeed, after meeting Mad Bull Michael, Abel felt let down because Michael hadn't shown the extreme anger he'd expected. It seemed he might have made a wasted trip.

"No matter, I'm here now, might as well check the goods."

Just then, Mad Bull Michael emerged from the tavern with others, surrounding Abel. The faces of each were filled with unmistakable malice.

"Captain Michael, after we kill this kid, can I have that little girl? Her flesh must be tender; my dogs will definitely love it," said Dog Trainer Jimi with a bounty of 24 million berries, holding two rabid Red Eye dogs drooling crazily.

"Do as you please."

Mad Bull Michael frowned slightly but knew that taming these newly joined, rebellious individuals would require time and tactics.

Suddenly, Abel laughed, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I've changed my mind; I'll finish you all with this move."

He sheathed Onimaru and, with his right hand's index and middle fingers joined together, he gently touched his brow.

"Coalescing the mind into a sword, I form a domain. Open!"

Instantly, rays of silver sword intent soared skyward, systematically forming three rings. The lowest Sword Ring penetrated into the ground, while the middle one hovered 10 meters above the ground and was the largest. The top Sword Ring floated 20 meters from the ground. Each Sword Ring consisted of 44 rays of sword intent, totaling 132, creating a three-dimensional domain cage trapping everyone inside.

And this wasn't even the full extent of Abel's power; he could further expand this Sword Domain, but there was simply no need for that.

"What is this? Swords?"

"Ah, my hand!"

"We can't get out; we're trapped."

"It must be this kid's doing. Kill him!"

The entirety of Abel releasing the Katana Domain took only a second or two. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late to escape.Someone, not believing in curses, threw a punch but found their hand severed by the sword intent instead.

At this point, the expression on Mad Cow Michael's face grew solemn. He'd never seen or heard of such moves—extreme caution could never be an overstatement.

But sometimes being cautious wasn't enough to stay alive.

Infinite Slash!

Abel silently uttered those words in his mind, then vanished from his spot in an instant.

And unlike before, where he relied on explosive power for quick movements, this time he truly teleported!

Splat!

When Abel reappeared, he held a sword in each hand, gleaming with silver light, and pinned both of Dog Trainer Jimmy's vicious hounds to the ground.

Their heads were pierced, and they twitched no more.

Dog Trainer Jimmy, driven mad, drew his poisoned dagger and lunged.

Unfortunately, while he might be adept at training ferocious dogs, his own strength was mediocre at best.

Abel broke the arm that thrust at him with a punch and caught the falling dagger, then stabbed it through the underside of Jimmy's jaw into his brain.

Dog Trainer Jimmy, dead!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Mad Cow Pirates were quick to react; a barrage of bullets fired in the next instant.

But such an attack meant nothing to someone capable of teleportation.

Next, Abel, like a relentless reaper, claimed lives every time he appeared.

The Mad Cow Pirates tried everything, only to fail utterly.

When casualties reached half, their morale started to crumble.

Some tried desperately to flee, others cursed in rage, while some attacked blindly.

Now, only Mad Cow Michael had a bounty in the Mad Cow Pirates.

Meaning, in just these brief moments, the strong pillars of their force were slaughtered!

The recently risen power was crushed back to its original form.

And the worst was yet to come—if no way to counter the enemy was found, the Mad Cow Pirates might be erased from history starting today.

The slaughter continued.

Mad Cow Michael's breaths grew heavier, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

Until the last man, excluding him, was slain.

Immediately, Mad Cow Michael became a red-eyed bull and began charging around Abel's sword domain in a frenzy.

Not understanding why he had been left for last, he knew it was his only chance.

The raging bull ran faster and faster, until it seemed to leave afterimages.

"Wild Bull Charge—Extreme!"

At peak speed, Mad Cow Michael leaped and crashed hard into the sword domain.

Boom!

The loud crash echoed.

Perhaps Abel's sword domain wasn't impenetrable, but it wasn't something a headstrong bull could break through!

Mad Cow Michael was sent sprawling, lacerated by sword intents, bleeding profusely.

As he landed, Abel stood waiting with his sword intent ready.

Mad Cow Michael came to his senses a bit, panic-stricken. Just as he opened his mouth, Abel cut him off.

"You're out, no final words."