"Don Chinjao has finally arrived."
After two days of special system sign-ins, Liam Ross had once again elevated the power of his clone. Though his strength had climbed a tier higher, his swordsmanship remained at the level of a Great Swordsman. Advancing to the rank of Sword Master required a staggering amount of experience cards something even he hadn't accumulated yet.
When Capone Bege brought word of Chinjao's arrival, Liam only smiled faintly.
Don Chinjao one of the great pirates of the previous generation, a contemporary of Sengoku and Garp. With a bounty exceeding five hundred million berries, he had once crossed blades with legends: Gol D. Roger, Golden Lion Shiki, Whitebeard, Black Arm Zephyr, and Iron Fist Garp himself.
Just by looking at his record, one could easily see why the world called him the most hard-headed man alive both literally and figuratively.
His iron skull was infamous across the seas, shaped like a sharp cone that had earned him the title Chinjao the Drill.
To Liam, the Chinjao of this era was at his prime a powerhouse on par with a first mate of an Emperor. Though age would later dull his edge, for now, his might rivaled even that of a junior admiral.
No wonder the two great families of the West Blue had invited him.
Not long after, the Mafia's rivals issued their final declaration of war.
If they lost, Capone Bege would become the undisputed underworld king of the West Blue. But if they won, both Bege and his organization would be erased from history.
The final battleground: a volcanic island at the border of their territories.
"Liam," Bege said, pacing anxiously. "When is Lord Imuthen arriving? We've only got a few hours before the showdown. If he doesn't show up soon, we're finished."
The once-calm mafia don now looked genuinely uneasy. Against a living legend like Chinjao, only the mysterious Lord Imuthen could offer hope.
Liam gave a relaxed smile. "Don't worry. He's already on his way."
The moment the fleet entered the West Blue, Liam had slipped away, using his Perfect Invisibility technique. At his speed, he would reach Mafia City in under three hours.
Meanwhile, deep in the bustling port city, an unremarkable tavern received two unusual visitors.
"Black Goat, are you sure this information is accurate?"
"It should be. The source checks out."
"So it's true, then the Demon Child of Ohara is under Capone Bege's protection?"
"Yes. But there's more."
The man paused. "Have you found anything on this Imuthen?"
"Not yet," Black Goat admitted, frowning. "That's what troubles me. He's the one who saved the Demon Child, yet now she's with Bege. Something doesn't add up."
"Keep digging," the other man ordered. "Find out exactly what ties exist between Imuthen and Bege. I'll send this intel to CP9 immediately."
"Understood."
As the two agents departed, the tavern returned to silence, its secrets hidden once more beneath the clinking of empty glasses.
…
Hours later, the volcanic island came into view its air thick with heat and tension.
Liam's clone and Capone Bege arrived with their men, only to see a towering figure waiting for them. The man stood nearly five meters tall, broad as a mountain, dressed in a teal robe and yellow trousers. His long black-and-white beard framed a face that was both wise and fearsome.
Most striking of all was his head its oddly curved peak resembling a camel's hump. Even while standing still, an overwhelming aura of Conqueror's Haki radiated from him, shaking the ground.
Don Chinjao, patriarch of the Chinjao family, had arrived.
Surrounded by the Eight Treasures Navy, his sharp eyes studied Liam and Bege with a faint, knowing smile. When he finally spoke, his voice thundered like rolling drums.
"Which one of you brats was it that injured my son?"
Liam stepped forward without hesitation. "That would be me."
Chinjao's expression darkened. "To injure my son, you must be no ordinary man. Tell me your name."
Liam's eyes flicked briefly to the old pirate's peculiar head before he answered proudly, "Liam Ross, from the East Blue. A swordsman."
"Liam Ross, from the East Blue?" Chinjao's gaze sharpened. That name its rhythm, its sound it reminded him of someone infuriatingly familiar. His eyes narrowed. "Tell me, boy. What's your relationship with Iron Fist Garp?"
At the mention of that legendary name, everyone froze. The underworld soldiers, the pirates, even Capone Bege all fell silent.
Liam stood at the center of their stares, unbothered. A small smile curved his lips. "We're family."
The crowd erupted in gasps.
Even Bege's cigar slipped slightly from his lips as he glanced at Liam in shock. Family? If that were true, then Lord Imuthen had somehow drawn a relative of Garp into his ranks. What kind of power did this mysterious figure possess to make that happen?
But while everyone else reeled in disbelief, Chinjao's reaction was far more explosive.
"Family?" he roared, voice booming like a storm. His face twisted with fury, his beard flaring as his aura surged. The air around him grew heavy with murderous intent.
"Boy, I don't care who you are or what you are to that damned old man. You won't leave this island alive. The man I hate most in this world is Garp! If not for him, my head wouldn't be like this!"
Liam could feel the killing intent pouring from Chinjao like a tidal wave. Yet he merely sighed, feigning exasperation. "If you hate him that much, why not go after him yourself?"
"Humph!" Chinjao's voice was like a growl. "If I could defeat him, I would have done so long ago. But I swore if I ever meet one of his kin, I'll show no mercy!"
His voice rose to a roar. "So you'll take his place, boy! You'll pay the price for Garp's sins!"
Chinjao's head shook like a beast rousing to battle. His left arm hardened, coated in jet-black Armament Haki, the sound of crackling energy filling the air.
Then, with a wild bellow, he lunged.
Liam's clone barely had time to raise his crimson blade.
Clang!
Sparks flew as the sword met Chinjao's iron-hard fist, the impact ringing across the island. The strength behind that punch was monstrous, forcing Liam backward through the dirt.
Chinjao sneered. "Garp's family… lie down and die!"
His Haki-coated fist came crashing down again, blazing with fury and raw power.
BOOM!
The earth split open. The impact shook the entire island, dust and flame rising skyward.
From the sidelines, Capone Bege shielded his face from the shockwave, his eyes widening as he stared at the crater.
There was no trace of Liam Ross.
"Did… did that really kill him?" he muttered, disbelief written across his face.
But somewhere beneath the smoldering rubble, a faint light flickered.
And Liam Ross was not finished yet.
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