One Piece: Rayquaza of the Beasts Pirates

Before she knew it, Somaz had silently appeared behind her.

Hiyori Kozuki's pupils contracted sharply, realizing something was wrong. Her Futsu-no-Mitama transformed into a sharp arc of light, slashing towards Somazu without hesitation!

Somaz chuckled and gracefully retreated, narrowly avoiding the blade, but his gaze lingered with interest on Hiyori's face, which possessed both heroic spirit and beauty.

"Tsk tsk tsk... What a stunningly beautiful lady."

Somaz's face revealed a twisted smile, a mixture of admiration and possessiveness: "Wouldn't it be a waste of your talent to follow these rude pirates? Why not consider becoming my wife?"

Hiyori Kozuki paid no attention to his ramblings and urgently reached out to support Violet, who was in pain: "Are you alright?"

However, before her fingertips could even touch Violet's sleeve, a sharp, pricking pain shot through her fingertips, as if invisible thorns were blocking their way.

"Hahaha! It's no use! She's already embraced by my 'thorns of love'!"

Somaz's face flushed with a sickly red, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement. "This is love. The more two people in love yearn to be close, the more they will be pricked and wounded by each other's 'thorns.' But even so, true lovers will still choose to embrace tightly, even if they are covered in blood!"

"How poignant, how sublime!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away a tear of emotion from the corner of his eye.

"Nonsense!"

Hiyori Kozuki let out a sharp shout, her eyes gleaming.

Instead of trying to touch Violet directly, she flipped her wrist, and the blade of Futsu-no-Mitama slashed quickly across Violet's clothes!

Chi Chi Chi -!

A faint sound, like cutting an invisible rope, echoed in the air.

As the blade sliced ​​through, Violet's pained expression visibly eased, and she regained some of her freedom.

"Thank you, Hiyori."

Violet, still breathing heavily with lingering fear, cast a grateful glance at Hiyori.

"What a pity... This game would be a true masterpiece if it were played by parents and children."

Somaz sighed, still feeling unsatisfied: "Parents will hold their children tightly in their arms, even amidst thorns, regardless of everything, while the children will witness the scene they least want to see—their parents being pierced and killed by the thorns of 'love' right before their eyes!"

"And then, miss, do you know what that child will do next?"

Before anyone could answer, he was already trembling with emotion: "That child will be crying his heart out in utter despair and grief!"

"Those tears, that look of utter despair... Ah!!"

Somaz opened his arms, tilted his head back, and exclaimed in ecstasy, "That is truly the most beautiful and sublime scene in the world!"

"Every time I see it, I get incredibly excited!!!"

"Madman! Pervert!" Hiyori Kozuki shouted, shielding the weakened Violet behind her.

Violet suppressed her disgust and lingering fear at the pervert, pointed to the location she had previously discovered, and said urgently, "I saw it! It's in the shadow of that building over there! A man wearing a bubble hood is controlling something over there. Those monsters must have been released by him."

“And…” Her eyes widened, her face showing extreme shock and disbelief, “I also saw a man…”

A man who looks exactly like Shanks!

On the other side, Somaz's ruthless attack was like the sounding of a battle horn.

A group of CP0 agents then emerged and precisely entered the battlefield.

Instead of aiming for a fatal blow, they clung to Jack and his crew like the most annoying leeches.

Their meticulous teamwork and their strategy of prolonging the fight rather than seeking victory made it difficult for Jack and his crew to break free and effectively support other battlefields.

In an instant, the already chaotic square became even more tense.

The roars of monsters, the clash of weapons, the collision of domineering forces, the curses and screams mingled together, like a boiling furnace of war.

However, this is ultimately Onigashima, the Beasts Pirates' base that they have been operating for many years.

Time is undoubtedly on their side.

Pirates are pouring in from all directions, the defenses are spontaneously reorganizing, and the home advantage is beginning to show.

Not to mention, the two emperors haven't even left the stage yet!

But what Shamrock and his group needed was precisely this initial, precious window of chaos!

"It's my turn."

Shamrock, who had been observing from the sidelines, finally took a step forward.

He firmly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, and a domineering black and red aura instantly enveloped him.

Without any fancy opening moves, he simply swung his longsword fiercely towards the building in front of him!

Swish-! ! !

A massive, incomparably powerful slashing wave shot out from the blade!

The wave-slashing technique revealed a deep black and red color, with the phantom of a ferocious, three-headed hellhound with exposed fangs faintly visible within it.

Wherever the slash passed, the air was torn apart with a piercing shriek, and the ground was plowed with deep furrows. Its power was so great that it seemed to cleave the entire building and the mountain behind it in two!

At the critical moment!

A lithe figure appeared between the slash and the building as if by teleportation!

"Ice Slash!"

The spiked club, wreathed in black and red aura of domineering power and chilling cold, slammed down fiercely into the slashing attack.

Boom! ...

The sharp edge of the staff and the cleaving wave collided fiercely!

The violent shockwave suddenly exploded out in a fan shape, kicking up clouds of dust and debris!

Some pirates and CP0 agents who were closer were even thrown about by the aftershocks of the clash of forces, and those who were weaker were sent flying backwards, coughing up blood!

As the smoke and dust dissipated, Yamato landed lightly back on the ground.

She shook her slightly numb arm and sincerely praised, "What a powerful slash! It's almost on par with Hawkeye's."

"Hmph? Hawkeye?" A cold voice rang out.

Shamrock had already appeared before Yamato, standing with his sword in hand, his face still bearing that unchanging indifference, though a hint of disdain and contempt for the title of "World's Greatest Swordsman" flashed in his eyes.

"what?"

Yamato blinked, as if he had discovered a new continent, and tilted his head to examine Shamrock's face: "You look just like Shanks! You're practically identical!"

A complex emotion flickered in the depths of Shamrock's usually calm eyes, and he said coldly, "Don't mention my stupid brother in front of me."

He placed his trust in them, only to be met with utter betrayal.

"Ok."

Yamato didn't understand but showed respect: "Then what should I call you? Stinky Kex?"

Shamlock's hand holding the sword trembled almost imperceptibly, and the muscles around his eyes twitched.

He was too lazy to waste any more words with Yamato.

The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the blade seemed to come alive, beginning to expand and twist!

The next second, a three-headed hellhound, as big as a house, wearing a collar, and surrounded by ominous black flames, broke free from the sword and leaped out!

Its three heads simultaneously opened their mouths wide, revealing sharp, interlocking fangs. Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling, corrosive sound. Six scarlet eyes were fixed on Yamato, and it lunged at him with a low growl!

"Wow! What an ugly dog!"

Yamato frowned in disgust, but her pace didn't slow down at all.

She ducked low, nimbly dodging the frontal attack, and instantly leaped above the middle head of the hellhound, raising her spiked club high, crackling with lightning and domineering aura!

"Thunderous Eight Trigrams!"

The iron bar slammed solidly into the top of the dog's head in the middle!

The immense force caused the dog to let out a painful howl, its skull visibly caved in, and even the flames dissipated somewhat.

But at this point, the advantage of having three heads becomes apparent.

Without the slightest hesitation, the intact dog heads on the left and right sides, carrying a foul stench, bit down fiercely on Yamato, who was in mid-air and whose old strength had been exhausted and whose new strength had not yet been generated, like giant pincers!

Yamato's pupils contracted slightly. He kicked off the dazed dog's head in the middle with his left foot, using the momentum to retreat quickly and land back on the ground in a slightly disheveled manner, avoiding this deadly pincer attack.

The three-headed dog did not give chase; instead, it stopped, as if it were preparing something.

Just a moment later, the dog's head in the middle shook and actually regained consciousness.

Then, an even more bizarre scene unfolded—three long swords emitting black flames slowly emerged from three gaping maws!

The blade gleamed coldly, and the dripping saliva corroded the ground, emitting a nauseating, sour stench.

"Ugh~~~ How disgusting!" Yamato's face was practically overflowing with disgust.

Shamrock ignored all of this and coldly uttered the command: "Hell Thrust - Triple-Headed Slash!"

The moment the command was given, the three dog heads suddenly began to spin at high speed!

The long knife held in its mouth spun around, transforming into three dazzling black drills that sliced ​​through the air with a piercing shriek!

call out!call out!call out!

The next second, the three rapidly spinning dog heads suddenly detached from the neck!

They were connected to their bodies by only a single, freely extending black cloud of flame, and shot toward Yamato from three completely different and tricky angles!

After using this move, Shamrock didn't even look at the battlefield. He suddenly rose from the ground and leaped into the air!

Almost simultaneously, a large bird made of arrow-shaped lines swept across the space beneath his feet.

Shamrock landed steadily on the bird's back.

The person piloting this large, sculpted bird was a young and beautiful woman.

She wore a newsboy cap decorated with goggles, and what was most striking were her unusual heterochromatic eyes and her long, snow-white legs that weren't wearing pants.

Shamrock opened his palm, and a Vivre Card belonging to Vegapunk was trembling slightly, pointing in a clear direction.

Without hesitation, he commanded, "Northeast, full speed ahead. Vegapunk is there."

With a flap of its wings, the giant bird was about to carry the two away from the chaotic main battlefield and head straight for the core target!