"Arrogant bastard!!!"
Arlong roared.
Adrian's complete disregard for him—
that casual contempt, as if Arlong were nothing more than an ant waiting to be stepped on—
sent his rage spiraling out of control.
He was reminded of that humiliating day under Vice Admiral Kizaru's heel.
The memory only fueled his fury.
He charged forward, intending to crush Adrian with his own hands—
But he never reached him.
Because Yoriichi moved.
A single blur.
A whisper of motion.
The air trembled.
He appeared in front of Arlong instantly—
Sun Breathing active, blade technique flowing smoothly from the Nichirin sword in his hand.
And then—
Arlong saw the world spin.
His vision rose, flipped, as if he were tumbling through the air.
A heartbeat later, he saw a headless body.
A body that looked exactly like him.
No—
it was him.
In the final flicker of consciousness,
Arlong finally realized he'd already been killed.
Then everything went dark.
"ARLONG!!!"
The remaining fish-men shrieked in horror.
Their leader—
their strongest—
had been decapitated so cleanly they didn't even see the blade move.
Grief turned instantly into rage.
But rage meant nothing.
Because Yoriichi and Zabuza unleashed a massacre.
Tiger entering a flock of sheep.
No resistance.
No suspense.
Yoriichi's blade fell—
each swing ending a life instantly.
No fish-man even had time to lift a weapon.
Arlong had been the only one barely stepping into the "Breaker" tier.
The rest?
Small fry at best.
As for Zabuza—
He was a demon in human skin.
The rogue ninja of the Bloody Mist.
The man who once sought to assassinate the Fourth Mizukage.
His presence alone was enough to suffocate weaker men.
Kubikiribōchō swept across the field.
Each swing took a life.
Each impact tore through scales and flesh like wet paper.
Even the officers like Kuroobi and Chew—
who originally wanted to show off—
were cut down before they could even shout.
The gap in power was simply too overwhelming.
It was not a battle.
It was a one-sided execution.
Suddenly—
"Wait! Leave that octopus alive!"
Adrian shouted as he spotted the trembling Hachi within the chaos.
Yoriichi, whose blade was already descending toward the octopus-fishman, halted instantly.
Hachi froze.
His life had been saved by a single sentence.
A few minutes later—
Every fish-man lay motionless on the ground.
Except one.
Only Hachi remained breathing—
and even he was shaking uncontrollably.
"Zabuza, find a rope. Tie him up."
Adrian said casually.
Zabuza nodded, walked deeper into Arlong Park, and soon returned with a thick rope.
He wrapped Hachi up like a dumpling.
Why didn't Hachi resist?
Because from the moment Yoriichi appeared behind him,
he knew—
If he dared move,
he would die instantly.
He didn't doubt that.
Not for a second.
He was only alive because Adrian allowed it.
Translator's Thoughts:
Arlong Park didn't fall—it was deleted. Yoriichi decapitating Arlong before the fish-man even realizes he's dead is peak disrespect, and Zabuza turns the massacre into a blood-soaked art form. The entire crew that terrorized Cocoyasi Village for eight years gets erased in minutes… leaving only one terrified octopus wrapped like a hostage dumpling.
Adrian isn't just an outlaw anymore—he's a natural disaster wearing a smile.
Next chapter: what on earth does he plan to do with Hachi?
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