"This is a god?"
He spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it spread clearly across the entire square, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"A piece of trash like you, who takes pleasure in slaughtering the weak, dares to call yourself a god?"
Everyone was stunned.
"He... what did he say?"
"Insane, this person is completely insane!"
"He actually dared to insult a Celestial Dragon!"
The kneeling civilians, the armed Navy, and even Onigumo on the platform all looked at Lorne as if he were a dead man.
In their eyes, Lorne was already dead; insulting a Celestial Dragon was an absolute capital offense!
After a brief moment of shock, Saint Charlimako's fat face instantly turned the color of pig liver, filled with extreme rage and humiliation.
He jumped up, pointing at Lorne and roaring like a madman:
"Capture him for this Saint! I want him alive! This Saint will personally cut him into a thousand pieces! I want him to wail for a hundred days before he dies! Go! Now!"
"As you command, Lord Saint Charlimako."
Two Guards gave an angry shout and instantly vanished from their spots, reappearing on either side of Lorne!
Soru!
Two long sabers flashing with cold light slashed toward Lorne's arms in a cross!
However, just as the blades were about to touch his skin.
A translucent ice crystal flower flashed beneath Lorne's feet, so fast it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
His figure abruptly vanished from the spot.
The two Guards' blades slashed together fiercely, erupting in a shower of blinding sparks.
Their strike missed, and astonishment appeared on both their faces simultaneously.
"Above you!"
Onigumo's roar rang out.
The two of them snapped their heads up.
Unbeknownst to them, Lorne had already appeared on the high execution platform, standing right between the three victims and the executioners, his back to everyone.
He gave a light wave of his hand, and a gust of cold wind swirled up. The three terrified executioners actually lost their footing and tumbled off the execution platform with screams.
The entire square fell into an eerie, deathly silence as everyone stared blankly at the mysterious man who had suddenly appeared.
"Oh~ you have some skill."
Saint Charlimako's fat face was full of twisted excitement.
"Capture him for this Saint! I'll take him as my newest slave!"
Onigumo pulled back his lips into a cruel smile.
"Quite an... interesting fellow."
He no longer held anything back, slamming his right foot into the ground as he shot into the air. The muscles on his arms bulged, and pitch-black Armament Haki instantly coated his entire fist!
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant it to you!"
Onigumo's figure instantly vanished, appearing before Lorne in the blink of an eye, his fist smashing toward Lorne's back!
At this moment, Lorne finally turned around slowly.
He looked at the fist wrapped in Armament Haki rapidly enlarging in his vision.
He looked at the ugly face of that Celestial Dragon below.
He looked at the numb and condoning attitudes of the surrounding Navy.
He looked at the masses kneeling on the ground, not even daring to look up.
An indescribable rage erupted from the deepest part of his soul!
He could laugh off many things and choose to be a bystander to avoid trouble.
But he could not tolerate someone treating the trampling of life and dignity as a matter-of-course celebration!
BOOM!!!!!!
An invisible, intangible, yet domineering airwave swept out in all directions with Lorne as the center!
Onigumo, who was mid-air, suddenly jerked to a halt!
The Navy Guards who were preparing to rush onto the platform felt their bodies go limp, foaming at the mouth as they collapsed to the ground in droves.
In the square, those kneeling civilians, those soldiers who were angry but dared not speak, and those residents peering from behind windows—the moment they came into contact with this shockwave, their minds went blank. Their consciousness was instantly stripped away, and they fell row by row, circle by circle, like wheat being harvested, collapsing silently.
Tens of thousands of people in the entire Loguetown square fainted in this single instant!
The only person still awake was one.
The personal Guards beside Saint Charlimako struggled for a moment before their eyes rolled back and they fell unconscious.
Saint Charlimako himself had long since shuddered, his eyes rolling up as he fell straight off the slave's back. His obese body hit the ground with a dull thud, and his bubble helmet rolled away.
Thump.
Onigumo fell from the air, his feet landing heavily on the ground. He hadn't fainted, but his face was filled with unprecedented shock and horror!
He stared fixedly at Lorne, his body trembling uncontrollably from the massive shock.
Only the sound of the wind remained in the empty square.
Onigumo's lips trembled, each word seemingly taking all his strength.
"Con...queror's... Haki?!"
Onigumo looked at the young, cold face before him, feeling that kingly disposition that made even him shudder, with only one thought left in his mind.
What terrifying Conquerors Haki!
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