One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He pulled the clown in front of him and was about to stomp on him.

However, a hand caught it.

"navy?"

"Who gave you permission to step in?!"

Pullming was initially puzzled, but after seeing Bucky's uniform, he immediately became arrogant and domineering again.

Before Bucky could even answer, he thrust his long knife straight at him.

"I think another issue is more important than this."

The long sword pierced Bucky's heart, and he remained calm. "We need to make this duel fair. Do you know what fairness means?"

Pullminger frowned; he really didn't know much about the term.

However, the navy officer in front of him was quite strange.

The long sword pierced his body, but no blood flowed out.

"Fairness is fun! I promise the next game will be a lot of fun!"

Bucky smirked and removed the mask from the slave's face; the mask had no holes for the eyes.

The Celestial Dragons are facing off against the Clown, who is both mute and blind.

The clown's eyes were bloodshot with pain, and the wounds on his body were not limited to just his left hand.

What do you think of fairness?

Bucky chuckled and ripped open the collar around his neck.

The clown visibly gasped for breath; the collar was a size too small for his neck and had become stuck in his flesh from being restrained for so long.

Even if you use a key to open it, it will tear the skin and flesh.

However, this is nothing compared to Pakistan's ability to split apart.

"Hey! Slaves who have their collars removed will be executed immediately in the Holy Land!"

Purming's expression changed slightly, and he secretly took a few steps back.

Something's not right with this navy.

Some unpleasant memories began to resurface.

"You're about to die, but you have one more option: are you interested in a second round?"

The clown had lost too much blood, and Bucky couldn't save him, but he'd rather give him the chance to choose how he died.

"Or I can call it for you, just say the word."

The clown lifted up and mumbled a couple of "uh-huhs".

He didn't understand the navy's behavior.

"Because the Joker helps the Joker."

Bucky grinned, smiling broadly.

The clown laughed too, a laugh tinged with tears.

He propped himself up with one hand, revealing a rather muscular physique with clearly defined muscles, though most of it was covered in blood.

Bucky gave him a small knife that gleamed with a chilling light.

With a clang.

As Purminger retreated, he bumped into a vase, which fell to the floor and shattered into dozens of pieces.

His face turned deathly pale.

He shouted repeatedly towards the outside.

"Number 7! Number 8!"

"Quickly, there's an intruder!"

The agents did not respond at all; they faithfully fulfilled the Joker's contract, using a body made of building blocks to pace back and forth in front of the door.

The maid on the first floor suddenly stopped wiping the floor.

Some people tried to look up, but their necks, which had been drooping for so long, were deformed, so they could only lift their backs and look up at the second-floor staircase.

"What have you done, Navy?!"

Purming's voice trembled; the lack of response from the manor alarmed him.

"I already said that."

Bucky shrugged. "Hehehe, a fair fight, how about it?"

Purminger wasn't stupid; he didn't care about the duel anymore and tried to run down the stairs.

But Bucky appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye and kicked him directly.

Pullminger rolled twice, and when he looked up, he saw "The Clown" standing in front of him again.

His body was covered in blood that kept drying and then being replenished, his breathing was heavy like an ox's, and finally his two eyes shone brightly.

"Heh...heh heh!"

The clown grinned and chuckled twice.

They came with heavy steps.

Purminger hurriedly picked up his longsword, shouting, "Don't come any closer! I told you not to come any closer!"

He brandished his knife wildly, his panicked expression no different from before, just like the clown's.

The clown suddenly quickened his pace, as if he realized that his body and consciousness were about to disconnect.

He gripped the dagger in his backhand, touched it against the wildly swinging longsword, and then used the dagger's blade to block the longsword's blade.

With a quick twist of his wrists, Pullminger Saint's delicate hands slipped off the hilt of the knife.

The blade spun around, turning inwards, and was pressed down horizontally by the "clown" with his knife.

Pullminger Saint tried to grab the hilt of the knife again, but the blade cut into his neck before he could.

"Um...uh..."

He whimpered a few times, and the air he had inhaled leaked out through the broken neck.

The Joker didn't seem to want to kill him like that.

After scattering the long knife, he tore off a corner of Pullminger's holy robe and haphazardly stuffed it into the incision in his neck.

"Heh...hehehehehe!"

The "clown" looked at the dying Pullminger Saint with an incredibly bright expression, and his hoarse throat emitted a series of piercing laughs.

He used a knife to dismember the Purming Saint piece by piece.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 239 Panic Spreads

The "clown" looked like a madman, his lips twitching with laughter, each cut was exceptionally precise, as if he couldn't bear... couldn't bear for this game to end so quickly.

He couldn't bear to vent his pent-up resentment before he died.

There were no words of reconciliation or resolution.

The Joker is filled with nothing but pain and hatred, which he releases with each swing of his sword.

Until his face turned ashen and his body grew increasingly weak.

The clown finally stopped and let out a soft "ooh".

Only with the final blow did he finally dare to plunge the knife into Purmingo Saint's heart.

The "clown" moved slowly, his hand gripping the hilt trembling as he slowly pushed the knife toward Purminger Saint's heart.

The severe blood loss made him feel cold all over. Logically, with such injuries, he should have been lying on the ground waiting for death long ago, but the duel kept him going.

The Joker didn't want the Celestial Dragon to die first, nor did he want him to live; in the end, they both died.

His revenge is not over.

Instead, he wants to continue the duel in hell.

What is it like when a god goes to hell?

I'll go take a look first.

The Joker glanced at it one last time, his gaze seeming to express apology.

The real Joker gave him a chance, but he had little chance to repay it except with a duel to the death.

"hey-hey."

The clown grinned, then his body suddenly went limp.

Was it exciting?

Compared to the scene on the high seas where Blackbeard used the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to clash with Gas Ghost, this was certainly less spectacular.

But Bucky liked that smile.

His expression was initially calm, or rather indifferent, as he coldly watched this somewhat fair duel, watching the Joker's revenge, slash after slash.

Until the smile on the Joker's face when he turned his head.

Bucky finally felt pleasure.

"Hahahahahaha!"

He clutched his lower abdomen and laughed uncontrollably.

"You did a fantastic job, you did a fantastic job... I'm almost reluctant to lose you."

Bucky raised his head again, his fingers tapping haphazardly in the air as if out of control.

"Let's create a panic."