Chapter 58: Pirates' Movements

"No wonder no one dares to marry this woman,"

"Even I would feel scared~~"

Noticing Trebol clutching his chest with a 'I'm so scared' expression as he watched the battle on the pier, wiped the blood off his hand while rolling his eyes in exasperation.

Joela is a great beauty now and the queen of a nation. What are you thinking?

"Get ready, the enemy's powerful fighters should be joining the fray soon."

After reminding the others, 's gaze once again landed on the black behemoth of a ship.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king...

Isn't that 'White Dragon' Bartholomew Kuma going to make a move?

On the deck of the Donquixote Family ship, a pile of pirate corpses lay, while 's group of six moved freely, seemingly unharmed. This made the surrounding pirates on the captured merchant ships look at each other in surprise.

Then they all hurriedly took control of the merchant ships and positioned the Donquixote Family ship for the most favorable outcome.

It's a joke; they became pirates for wealth, not to die!

These clearly durable merchant ships should be left for the 'powerful' ones in the rear to enjoy.

Although a city remained in front of the pirates, those who had captured the merchant ships weren't too keen on continuing the fight. Because—

On the pier, it had become Joela's solo 'stage.'

As the beauty danced, her skirt fluttered, and wherever she went, crimson filled the sky.

A pair of crystal-clear glass high heels, once kicked, generated shockwaves like those of a master swordsman!

Rushing waves surged toward the pirate crowd, and the sturdy pier ground instantly cracked, revealing countless fissures spreading everywhere! Pirates in the trajectory of this kick were either torn to pieces or thrown away, immediately disintegrating.

"...Isn't this the 'Storm Foot'?"

narrowed his eyes. Although the 'Six Powers' were a secret technique of the Marines and CP, many people on the seas with immense power could achieve similar effects, like the young version of Joela before him.

With every kick, dozens or even hundreds of pirates were either shredded into pieces or severely injured and sent flying. It looked as though Joela could singlehandedly take out nearly ten thousand pirates!

"Restrain her movements—"

"Charge forward, charge forward! Drag her into close-quarters combat—"

The surrounding pirates weren't simply standing there and taking hits.

On one hand, the confident leaders swiftly closed in, attempting to slow Joela's advance; on the other hand, a large number of marksmen were organized. After Joela was cornered by several 'experts'—

"Open fire!!"

Countless bullets rained down on Joela, including not only regular lead bullets but also numerous special bullets: bone, alloy, poison... These bullets shot from all directions formed a metal storm capable of penetrating anything!

Swish,

Just as these bullets were about to hit Joela, she extended her hand and a red cape appeared out of thin air, followed by her pulling the hood down.

Bang bang bang bang bang,

"Hits...?"

"No, what is that?!"

As she rapidly spun, the large cape enveloped Joela's body, and the pointed crimson velvet hat on her head seemed like a child's accessory.

Whether they were regular lead bullets or the special bullets modified by the pirates, they struck the cape that looked rather 'childish,' causing small red ripples before being deflected and sent flying.

Completely unscathed in the midst of the barrage!

???

"How... How can we fight like this?"

"Damn, what kind of Devil Fruit ability is this..."

Not just the ordinary pirates, even the pirate captains and commanders, their faces turned ashen.

Damn, who would have thought that the 'queen' of this country would be this powerful.

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"Oh my, although I didn't expect these losers to be of any use."

Once known as the 'Black Death,' the woman with flowing black hair on the current 'Vixen's Pride' ship disappointedly covered her forehead.

Bartholomew Kuma, feared throughout the North Sea, was actually just a well-built woman in her late teens or early twenties, appearing around 17 or 18 years old.

In terms of appearance, any man wouldn't hesitate to praise her.

Unfortunately—

As she released her five fingers, revealing a pair of golden vertical pupils!

Whenever a man saw her eyes, not a trace of desire would arise. Those eyes were filled with inhuman coldness and an aloof superiority.

"I don't even hope they can survive, but at least they can take a bite out of the enemy before they die, right?"

"Your standards are too high, Captain."

Behind the young girl, a bald old man replied seriously.

Based on appearances alone, this old man with wrinkled skin looked like an ordinary elderly fisherman.

In reality, many years ago, he was indeed a fisherman, but unfortunately, he had a daughter with a decent appearance.

So, when he returned from fishing one day to find his daughter's body covered in filth, the honest fisherman silently picked up his harpoon.

However, this time, his opponent was no longer a small sea king but the town's guards, nobles' protectors, and even the mayor's family.

Killing people was really no different from killing fish.

After setting fire to the mayor's house, one less fisherman existed in the world, and a new Vice Captain of the 'Black Death's Pride' emerged: 'Bald' Arnoke.

However, this Vice Captain... if one's gaze traveled downward, even more doubts would arise.

Simply draped in an old vest and wearing plain pants, barefooted, from head to toe, there was not a trace of a vice captain of a major pirate crew.

If it weren't for the clothes concealing his body, and if his muscles, resembling steel wires, didn't compose an invincible physique, as well as the countless ugly scars crawling over his arms, then his true profession would be questionable.

The scars on his arms were a result of Arnoke's 'entertainment' from the past:

He would place his hands in flames, and if he endured less time than anyone else, he would let the other party decide his fate.

For over twenty years, from when the 'Black Captain' was just gaining fame to the present day when the 'White Dragon' Bartholomew Kuma became the captain, this Vice Captain had never lost a single time!

To the extent that bets against him had soared to a ratio of one to ten thousand, and the entire North Sea no longer had anyone seeking trouble.

"Arnoke, if everyone were like you, I wouldn't be so troubled."

In Bartholomew Kuma's perspective, the people worthy of her 'respect.'

Must be powerful, and at the same time, loyal.

For example, her father, although powerful, blocked her path, so she chopped him up and fed him to the fish.

For example, those elite pirates she incorporated from the 'Black Skull,' although loyal, had such low strength that she couldn't be bothered to spare them a glance.

After defeating the 'Black Captain,' Bartholomew Kuma originally thought she would face another formidable opponent, since half of the 'Black Captain's' fame was built upon Arnoke's strength!

But this man seemed to have a special fondness for the position of 'Vice Captain.' No matter how Bartholomew Kuma probed or tempted, he meticulously fulfilled his role as Vice Captain, evoking in her a feeling of 'respect' for the first time.

"I'll leave that warship to you—"

Pointing towards the Donquixote Family ship, the girl added a sentence.

"Don't kill them,"

Bartholomew Kuma considered herself a person with a 'good temperament.' As long as they had strength, she didn't mind taking them under her wing.

Rewarding them with money, manpower, or even ships... Of course, if they wanted to challenge her authority as captain, feeding them to the fish was the only outcome.

Tightening the red silk sash around her waist, the girl performed a squatting jump, followed by a circular ripple of waves exploding on the deck!

Amidst the ship's trembling, Bartholomew Kuma's figure disappeared from the spot. 'Bald' Arnoke on the deck slightly raised his head, and in his pupils, a black dot was descending toward the opposite port.

"What a spirited little girl,"

Shaking his head slightly, the burly, bald old man walked over to the edge of the deck, bent his knees, and directly descended.

The moment his sole touched the sea water, a massive column of water exploded beneath his feet! This wasn't a Devil Fruit ability or high technology—it was simply the terrifying speed of his footfall.

The tremendous recoil lifted his burly body, and immediately, the old man took another large step.

Boom, boom, boom,

Within the towering columns of water, the burly, bald old man continued to 'walk' step by step toward the Donquixote Family ship!

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