Chapter 59: Observation Haki Domineering

Inside the windmill artillery platform "Bishop,"

"Hmph, unwilling to pay tribute to Heaven's gold, yet have the money to buy new weapons."

The long knife shook, carving a bright red semicircle on the ground, before returning to its scabbard. Around the black-suited figure wearing a top hat were the cannons that had already fired and the corpses of gunners lying on the ground.

Just as he was about to leave to destroy the next artillery platform, a figure emerged from the ground.

"Pick?"

"Why did you come here?"

In a tone of confusion and questioning, the black-suited figure wearing a top hat took steps toward a young man with a floral necktie and slightly curly black hair.

"Your mission was to lurk by Jola's side, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate this criminal. Appearing here, could it be that you—"

Whoosh,

The black-suited figure, still questioning with his mouth, suddenly accelerated, transforming into a streak of black light charging towards Pick! Immediately after, a silver blade flashed, and the black-suited figure holding a dagger appeared behind Pick, a trace of scarlet staining the blade.

"...Betraying CP3, betraying the World Government, is that true?"

Tapping his own top hat, the black-suited figure put away his usual 'gentle' demeanor, turning his head with a cold, detached expression.

The custom-made katana in his hand was nearly a meter long, composed of four segments forming the blade, with ridges at the joints.

Besides being capable of causing horrific tearing wounds when striking a person, it could also be paired with the yellow spring-loaded mechanism in his scabbard. This mechanism would accelerate layer by layer during the drawing process, enhancing his drawing speed.

"Master,"

Turning around, Senor Pink, Pick, ignored the black-suited figure already soaked with blood on his chest.

"What is justice?"

??

"Justice is an extension of politics, a manifestation of law—our CP organization belongs to the World Government, so our actions are naturally 'just'!"

In response to his superior's answer, Pick continued to counter-question.

"But what about fairness and conscience? Aren't these also part of 'justice'?"

"Causing the destruction of countless families through conspiracy is far from fair; using pirates to attack cities displays no conscience. Would that also be considered justice?"

"So,"

Looking directly at his superior, Pick clenched his fist and assumed a combat stance.

"Master, your actions cannot be considered just..."

"Enough."

Tapping his black hat, the opposing black-suited figure let out a sigh.

"After I return, I must personally hang the instructor who trained you. Not only did they fail to cultivate qualified talent for our CP, but they also instilled such nonsense as 'justice'?"

"Listen well, Pick, the so-called justice—"

Swish,

As the black-suited figure charged towards Pick once again at high speed, the long knife in the hat-wearing black suit's hand swung, and a yellow mechanism sounded within the blade. The blade suddenly extended by more than three times its length, like an extended whip, sweeping towards Pick.

"Is for the victors!"

The World Government triumphed over the 'Gigantic Kingdom' eight hundred years ago, erasing its history, language, and personnel. Therefore, the World Government is 'justice.'

Because corpses cannot argue.

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"Be careful!"

"A master is here—"

Boom, boom, boom! Boom!!

A series of massive water columns exploded beneath the old man's feet on the sea, as if a continuous barrage of shells was rapidly approaching.

Watching the muscular bald old man 'walking on water,' Rosinante and the others on the Donquixote Family ship were on high alert, slightly leaning forward and gripping their weapons tightly.

Boom—

With a colossal water column erupting about thirty meters ahead of the "Donquixote Family" ship, amid the soaring waves, the burly figure had already leaped into the air, his brawny feet landing on the deck.

At this critical moment, the sailor's knife in Rosinante's hand and the ultra-long Western sword of Diamante whistled towards the approaching figure from left and right, attempting to dismantle him completely!

"What an enthusiastic young devil,"

Faced with the imminent blades, the bald and burly old man simply met them with a punch.

Clang!!!

Amid a loud crash, a fierce gust exploded around the trio!

The three-meter-tall Diamante was thrown backward, his two-meter-long Western sword soaring into the air. Then, with a loud sound, he disappeared into the captain's quarters behind him, leaving only crackling sounds to prove his existence.

Although Rosinante sat up immediately without retreating a step, his face was flushed, and blood was trickling from the corners of his mouth.

Kacha,

The sailor's knife in his hand, after emitting an unbearable groan, shattered into fragments on the spot. At the same time, Rosinante's right sleeve burst into pieces, torn into countless shreds out of thin air.

"Not bad,"

The bald and burly old man applauded, an approving expression appearing on his wrinkled face.

To have such strength at such a young age was deserving of his praise.

Although he was dressed in a simple vest and basic trousers, one might say he was 'defenseless.'

However, underneath the old man's clothes, there were muscles with a metallic sheen, resembling vertically arranged vertebral columns, which almost made Rosinante, his limbs tingling, grit his teeth and utter a phrase:

"Armament Haki..."

Isn't this too unfair?

If they all have Armament Haki, why bother adventuring across the seas!

Are they just here to fish—

While Rosinante was catching his breath, a tall figure, concealed by his abilities, silently embraced the old man from behind, holding him tightly in a bear hug.

It was Pica!

Simultaneously, Doflamingo swung countless threads with a blend of sharpness and resilience, winding them around the old man's neck. Despite exerting the strongest force to constrict and cut, sparks of vulnerability were the only result.

"Wu—"

While the opponent's neck was fine, it was Doflamingo's fingers that burst into splatters of blood.

This gave him the illusion that he was cutting through high-strength steel.

No! It should be said that even reinforced steel was far from possessing such terrifying strength.

Is this the 'Armament Haki' Rosinante mentioned?

Facing the old man held by Pica and entangled by Doflamingo's threads around his neck, Rosinante no longer had the capacity to ponder. Taking a deep breath, his muscles swelled suddenly, making him appear like a 14 or 15-year-old teenager.

"Fei Lian!!"

With a fist accompanied by a gale, under immense pressure, Rosinante unleashed the strongest power he had shown thus far.

"Good, then I'll get a bit more serious."

The old man's arms shook, forcefully pushing away Pica's arms restraining him to both sides. Simultaneously, the bald old man took a step forward, and the threads wound around his body broke like spider silk.

Confronting Rosinante's fist, the old man also struck out, intercepting Rosinante's attack in midair.

Boom!!!

An explosion akin to cannon fire shattered the solid deck of the Donquixote Family ship, causing countless wood splinters to shoot in all directions like scattered arrows.

The next second, Rosinante, trailing a terrifying shockwave, left behind a white trail in the air as he flew far away, directly crashing into the battle on the docks hundreds of meters away!

"Uh-oh,"

Only after the punch was thrown did the bald old man react.

"Seems like I used a bit too much force..."

?!

"Rosinante—"

Seeing Rosinante being blasted away like a cannonball, Doflamingo's Conqueror's Haki erupted in fury. He swung his five fingers forward, and five transparent threads streaked toward the momentarily stunned bald and burly old man.

"Five-Colored Strings!!"

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Damn, the gap in strength is too great!

Amidst the howling gales, his right hand, now numb from the impact, Rosinante's heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, mingled with a hint of helplessness.

Who's strong and who's weak, how can you know without a fight?

While the reputation of the North Sea's number one pirate crew resounds, the actual strength might remain elusive until seen in action.

Even the 'Haki'—aside from Doflamingo's 'Conqueror's Haki Impact,' Armament Haki and Observation Haki, Rosinante naturally knew of these powers and even knew of their advanced applications. But he had never personally experienced them.

It was like Zoro realizing his own weakness after challenging Hawk-Eye Mihawk.

It's a pity Rosinante's opponent didn't intentionally avoid Hawk-Eye's fatal blow. When the severely injured Rosinante landed, it was the day of his demise!

Is it going to end like this?

No, absolutely not. If he were to give up so easily, then what's the point of aspiring to be unrivaled in the world?

With the appearance of a human cannonball, Rosinante's expression turned stern, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Fruit of Silence, activate!

This time, Rosinante didn't intend to use the Fruit of Silence to shield external sounds. Instead, he used it to suppress his own 'distractions'!

Silence, in training, refers to achieving a pure and serene state of mind, free from all worries and troubles.

At this life-or-death juncture, Rosinante applied his Devil Fruit power to himself, and his thoughts suddenly cleared. His previously keen sense of hearing seemed to have been liberated, rapidly expanding without bounds!

He 'heard' it,

As Rosinante soared backward above the battle on the docks, his eyes closed, yet he distinctly 'heard' the clashing of blades, the pulling of triggers, the friction of clothing, the movement of bones, the contraction of muscles, and more from the ongoing fight below...

"Take this slash!"

"For Brenda's sake, I cannot fall—"

"Next strike, use the thrusting sword technique to target the opponent's face, and use the flintlock pistol to wound their right leg..."

Simultaneously, various kinds of 'sounds' echoed in Rosinante's mind, allowing him, even with his eyes shut, to clearly outline the positions, expressions, actions, thoughts, and...

Strength!

Muscle density, bone strength, the potency of their life force...

He opened,

Mid-flight, Rosinante abruptly opened his eyes, curling his body and adjusting his posture.

Bang,

A pirate leaped into the air, his curved blade raised high, but an unimaginable force struck him from behind. It was like being hit by a cannonball, causing his spine to bend into a 'C' shape with a cracking sound!

This pirate was thrown tens of meters away by the unknown 'attack,' leaving his opponent utterly bewildered.

And just as he was about to crash onto the ground, the 'thing' behind him abruptly exerted force, propelling him high into the air again to continue rolling backward.

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As for the unfortunate pirate, he was smashed to the ground and turned into a twisted pile of flesh on the spot.

Swish—

The weapon that had propelled him into the air tumbled through the sky, stretching and flexing. It was none other than Rosinante!

Although a portion of the impact was absorbed by the 'selfless' pirate, Rosinante continued to fly backward, hurtling toward a sea of pirates wielding blades and guns.

Slap,

He extended his right foot, landing squarely on a pirate's head.

Treating the turban-clad skull as a stepping stone, Rosinante bent his knee to absorb the impact, slowing his speed slightly. The pirate beneath his foot had his neck snapped and collapsed limply.

Slap, slap, slap, slap—

As Rosinante rapidly rolled through the air, his feet descended ceaselessly, just like stomping on plum blossom stakes. He stepped on the heads of over a dozen pirates, each landing calculatedly with enough force to prevent him from falling and to minimize the impact.

Kacha, kacha, kacha!

Amid a series of bone-cracking sounds, Rosinante, who had been sent flying, finally slowed down.

Along the path he 'stepped' upon, dozens of pirates collapsed like dominos, falling to the ground like lifeless dolls.

Winter,

In a final graceful flip in mid-air, Rosinante landed on the cement ground of the docks. A group of pirates, as if they had seen a ghost, rapidly scattered around him.

To achieve such a stunning sequence of defensive moves, relying solely on Rosinante's previous strength would have been impossible.

But now—

Without even looking back, Rosinante 'heard' the terrified inquiries of the pirates behind him.

"Who's this guy?"

"He took out over a dozen people with just his landing... what a monster!!"

Although his right hand was twisted and his body was half-numb and weak, Rosinante felt an unprecedented sense of 'power'!

"So, this is Observation Haki?"

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