Foxy wiped the blood from his face, staring expressionlessly at the one-eyed pirate. The pirate, clutching his large machete, began to slowly back away.
He hadn’t expected the kid to be so strong, wiping out his crew in just a few minutes.
He was preparing to flee.
With a cold glint in his eye, Foxy had no intention of letting the one-eyed pirate go. These guys deserved to die.
In an instant, Foxy disappeared, reappearing right in front of the pirate, who, despite his initial shock, prepared to fight back.
Time seemed to slow as Foxy closed in, his right hand’s index and middle fingers converging with all his strength.
The pirate roared, gripping his machete with both hands and swinging it down with all his might, aiming for Foxy’s head.
Foxy smirked, sidestepping slightly, allowing the machete to barely graze his chest and crash into the ground. At the same time, his fingers pierced the pirate’s heart, causing a spray of blood.
The one-eyed pirate’s face twisted in pain and terror as he felt his life slipping away.
“Kid, come die with me!” the pirate snarled, using his last strength to swing his machete horizontally at Foxy.
With a soft “puff,” the sound of a blade piercing bone echoed. The pirate’s machete dropped to the ground as his vicious expression faded. He fell to his knees and collapsed, dead.
A closer look would reveal a hole in the pirate’s forehead, blood mixed with brain matter spreading on the ground.
Standing over the pirate, Foxy casually flicked the red and white residue from his fingers.
The surrounding pirates’ perception of Foxy changed. They hadn’t expected the kid to be so ruthless, more savage than even a pirate.
They watched in silence, as the kid had not flinched while taking a life.
These were low-level pirates; the big shots were nowhere in sight.
“Hmph,” Foxy scoffed at the crowd. Initially planning to stick close to the base, he changed his mind.
Fighting small fry wouldn’t help him grow. He needed to face stronger pirates to truly hone his skills.
With Donald Duck around, they could always escape quickly if needed.
“Let’s go,” Foxy said, mounting Donald Duck, who quacked fiercely at the onlookers before jogging towards the town center.
Word of this little skirmish spread quickly.
As Foxy and Donald Duck reached the bustling town, bars overflowed with patrons. Shouts, laughter, and curses filled the air.
“Quack,” Donald Duck turned his head, asking where they were going.
Foxy scanned the area, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a takoyaki stand.
“Let’s get some takoyaki,” he said.
“Quack,” Donald Duck nodded eagerly.
Entering the store, they were greeted by a warm, alcohol-scented breeze. Every one of the twenty tables was occupied, mostly by burly pirates, drinking and cursing loudly, weapons by their sides.
Foxy frowned at the scene, feeling an urge to kill every pirate in the room. He didn’t know why, but he felt a deep-seated loathing.
“Hey, look! A kid with a duck,” a drunk pirate laughed, pointing at Donald Duck. “I haven’t had duck in ages.”
Grabbing his long knife, the pirate staggered towards Foxy, his eyes unfocused.
“Save me a drumstick!” another pirate yelled.
“I want the butt,” said another.
“I’ll take the neck,” shouted a third.
They were loud and unrestrained.
Sometimes, you don’t need a reason to dislike someone. A single look can be enough to make you sick.
In this world, drawing swords over minor disagreements was common. Life was cheap, and the weak didn’t even get to choose how they died.
Foxy just wanted a meal, but even that wasn’t peaceful.
He watched the drunken pirate coldly. As the pirate approached, Foxy struck swiftly, without hesitation.
A soft “puff” sounded as the pirate’s body stiffened, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Foxy. His mind cleared briefly before darkness consumed him.
“Ha ha…” the pirates behind him continued to laugh, but they soon noticed something was wrong.
“Thud!” The pirate’s body hit the ground, a hole the size of a baby’s fist in his chest, blood gushing out.
The hall fell silent for a moment before erupting in chaos.
“Kid, you dare kill someone from the Evil Wolf Pirates?” Five pirates jumped up, surrounding Foxy with weapons drawn, their faces twisted with rage.
Foxy’s eyes narrowed, feeling nothing inside.
One pirate lunged, thrusting his long knife at Foxy’s chest, showing no mercy despite Foxy’s youth.
Foxy had already activated his Observation Haki. As the pirate attacked, Foxy vanished, reappearing behind them.
“Thud, thud…” Several pirates screamed as they were sent flying, crashing through the door into the street. Only one pirate managed to block Foxy’s Shigan with his knife.
“Kid!” Elk gripped his knife, feeling his hand go numb, stepping back involuntarily.
This kid was no ordinary opponent.
Elk swung his knife at Foxy’s neck, but Foxy sidestepped, kicking Elk in the chest. The pirate blocked with his arm, but the force sent him flying into the street, blood dripping from his mouth.
Four pirates lay dead, and the sudden fight had attracted attention. Pirates in the hall and on the street turned to watch.
“That’s Elk from the Evil Wolf Pirates! He’s worth 1.2 million.”
“Yes, and their captain, Evil Wolf Patron, has a bounty of 7 million. He’s well-known on the Grand Line. Who would dare attack his crew here?”
The onlookers murmured, recognizing Elk and fearing his captain’s retribution.
Foxy didn’t hesitate. He moved to finish Elk, aiming a powerful kick at his chest. Elk dodged but found himself cornered as Foxy used Shave to appear in front of him, striking with his fingers aimed at Elk’s throat.
Feeling death looming, Elk’s body went cold, realizing he couldn’t escape in time.
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