One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

"Of course it works."

Loya slowly stopped in his tracks.

These days, his crackdown on underground forces may seem like a futile effort, but it is actually a contest between him and Brigadier General Murak.

Murak deliberately ignored him, his real purpose being to force him to submit and become a dog, just like the other captains, sharing scraps to fill his stomach.

He came to Rogge Town to become the boss here, so naturally he was unwilling to back down, let alone go along with the corrupt practices.

He didn't care about such small gains.

Arresting people is just a means to an end.

Once prestige is lost, it's not easy to regain it!

Given the sheer size of the Loguetown branch, Loya couldn't believe that all the marines, especially the lower-ranking ones, had submitted to Murak's rule.

Murak is the one in a hurry now.

"coming."

Loya stared ahead.

A thin man emerged from the shadows.

The man blocked the way for the three of them.

“Loya with black hair, isn’t that right?”

"who are you?"

Loya scrutinized the other person with great interest.

She was very thin, her hair was combed back neatly, and she wore a pair of unusually long, narrow black glasses.

Were they assassins sent by Murak?

That's a really low-level tactic.

The man pushed up his glasses, a mysterious confidence playing on his lips: "I'm Eric, you should have heard of me."

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Quiet.

Loya looked at Finbuddy and Zango, and the two of them shook their heads at the same time.

Have not heard.

An awkward atmosphere spread through the streets.

Eric was starting to lose his composure.

"Eric! [Whirlwind] Eric!"

"Sorry, never heard of it."

The three of them waved their hands in unison.

"Crack!"

Eric was shot in the heart, and tears of sorrow streamed down his face.

I've never even heard of him.

"How dare you underestimate me!"

Eric rallied, put his index and middle fingers together, and sneered: "Someone offered 500 million Berries for your head. You can rest assured and die in the wake of the sickle-scythe fruit's 'scythe-weasel'!"

"The sickle-scythe fruit?"

Loya's expression became much more serious.

"Are you a capable person?"

"Yes."

Eric was very pleased with the surprised reactions of Loya and the others, and explained his ability in a very cooperative manner: "I ate the Scythe-Scythe Fruit, and the wind I can create with my fingers is as sharp as a famous sword."

"No matter how powerful you are, my abilities can easily tear you apart."

"Get ready to be attacked!"

Eric flicked his fingers, then swung them at Loya and the other two, sending out several imperceptible slashes of air!

"Scythe Whirlwind!"

"Shh!"

A strong gust of wind blew by, and the hem of Loya's clothes on his arm suddenly tore open, revealing several bloody cuts on his skin.

Both Fenbdi and Zango had several bloody marks on their bodies, as if they had been slashed by a swordsman!

"boom!"

Deep slash marks appeared on the ground and the surrounding walls!

"what happened?"

The two stared wide-eyed, completely unaware of each other's strange attack, while Loya had already rushed out the moment he was attacked!

In the blink of an eye, Loya traversed more than ten meters and arrived in front of Eric, gripping his knife in a backhand and slashing horizontally at Eric's body!

Now that we know the other party's capabilities, even wasting a second would be disrespectful to their boastful remarks!

The Scythe-Scythe Fruit allows the user to unleash slashing waves with a flick of their fingers, clearly indicating an advantage in ranged combat. Closing the distance is the obvious way to deal with this situation.

"So fast!"

Eric was horrified. Seeing the sharp blade so close to him, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud!

"Shh!"

The blade sliced ​​across the scalp!

My proudest achievement is my sky-high hairstyle!

Eric jumped backward repeatedly, quickly creating distance between himself and Loya. His movements were exceptionally agile. Once he reached a safe area, he touched his bald head.

"Damn it, they actually stole it—"

Loya reappeared before him, his gaze icy as he thrust the tip of his knife toward his neck, giving him no time to even catch his breath!

Eric's pupils contracted, and his hands moved rapidly around his body!

"Scythe Dance!"

Numerous cleaving waves scattered and flew out in all directions!

"puff!"

Loya, who was swinging his knife, was the first to be hit. His clothes suddenly ripped open, and his whole body was covered in bloody gashes, with blood spraying out like water.

The act of wielding the knife was also stopped.

"Hahaha, you deserve it!"

Eric looked at the blood-soaked Loya and couldn't help but laugh mockingly: "As expected of the legendary black hair, an ordinary person would have been torn to pieces at this close range by the Kamaitachi. But your fate ends here. Let me send you on your final journey."

Seemingly having Loya completely under his control, Eric flicked his finger again, unleashing an even more powerful and concentrated wind blade that tore through the air.

"Scythe - Wind Blade!"

Loya stared coldly at Eric, raising his arm to shield himself.

"Iron!"

"Oh!"

The wind blades have dissipated!

"what?"

Eric looked on in disbelief.

Loya walked step by step toward the stunned Eric and raised his knife.

"In your next life, talk less nonsense."

A flash of light, and blood splattered across the sky!

Loya raised his knife again and swung it forcefully towards the ground, the blood on the blade splattering neatly onto the ground.

"Finbudi, Zango."

"Hang this guy's body under the execution platform in the center of Loguetown!"

Chapter 57 If hard tactics don't work, try softer ones!

Early in the morning, many residents of Rogge Town passed by the central square. When they saw the corpse hanging below the execution platform, many women screamed in terror.

The news quickly reached the naval branch.

Eric is dead!

When Murak heard his adjutant's horrified report while he was yawning, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head in the dead of winter, and he was wide awake.