Meanwhile, Lancelot was sizing up the man before him.
He wore a hat and scarf, dressed in a pinstripe suit with a cigar in his mouth.
His appearance and demeanor were exactly like that of a mafia figure.
"So it's you..."
Lancelot recognized him immediately.
This was the original work's Capone Bege, one of the Eleven Supernovas.
Captain of the Fire Tank Pirates, Godfather of the West Blue Mafia.
A Paramecia-type Castle-Castle Fruit Ability User with a bounty of 138 million berries.
Paramecia: Castle-Castle Fruit
Can garrison everything (including himself) inside his body like a castle.
Objects entering Bege's body all shrink, and return to normal when leaving Bege's ability range.
Essentially a mobile arsenal.
"You know me?" Capone Bege looked surprised.
At the same time, he grew wary.
Anyone who could remain completely unscathed under such firepower must have strength at least on par with the old man, the strongest in the family.
Lancelot looked meaningfully at Capone Bege and said, "No wonder there was suddenly so much firepower..."
Then Lancelot's tone shifted: "Your ability is good. I'll take it!"
"What do you mean?" Capone Bege frowned.
Though he didn't understand what Lancelot meant, he had a bad feeling.
His heart leaped to his throat, and he instinctively stepped back...
"Swish..."
A clear, sharp sound rang out as Shusui instantly left its scabbard in Lancelot's hand.
In that instant, cold light radiated everywhere, and an invisible pressure spread through the air.
Shusui's blade was already wrapped in Ryuō.
As Lancelot swung his arm, Shusui traced a terrifying arc through the air, dazzling like lightning splitting the night sky.
This sword strike was too fast—so fast that Capone Bege didn't even have a moment to react.
In the blink of an eye, Shusui mercilessly slashed toward his neck.
The incredibly sharp blade easily cut through skin and muscle tissue as effortlessly as slicing through thin paper.
Immediately, the carotid artery in Capone Bege's neck was inevitably severed as well.
Instantly, crimson blood gushed out like a burst dam, splattering everywhere and forming a horrifying blood mist.
At the same time, large amounts of blood violently flooded into his severed windpipe, making gurgling sounds.
Capone Bege instinctively clutched his neck with both hands, but the gushing blood couldn't be stopped.
His eyes widened, fixed intently on Lancelot before him, filled with terror and despair.
However, this emotion didn't last long before transforming into deep resentment.
He was filled with regret.
After all, he hadn't even left the West Blue yet, hadn't been able to personally experience the vast, mysterious world beyond.
But now, everything had vanished like a bubble.
At the same time, he regretted even more.
He shouldn't have been bound by emotions... Yet that old man was like both a father and teacher to him...
As he was about to leave the West Blue, how could he be so heartless as to not even grant that final request?
With a deafening "boom," Capone Bege's massive body crashed heavily to the ground.
As blood continuously flowed out, the life force within him rapidly faded, growing weaker and weaker.
The power of his Devil Fruit ability could no longer be sustained as his physical condition deteriorated drastically.
In an instant, the numerous crew members and large quantities of supplies hidden within his body burst forth like a breached flood, densely scattering across the ground like dumplings dropped into a boiling pot.
Witnessing this scene, Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, his figure instantly flickering into motion.
With a swift swing of his Shusui sword, a cold gleam flashed, followed immediately by several agonized screams.
Several enemies had already fallen into pools of blood before they even hit the ground.
It must be understood that this was not some fantastical anime world but a brutally realistic realm where life and death were decided in an instant.
Therefore, every swing of Lancelot's blade was neither an empty threat nor a mere act of injuring—it was a ruthless, lethal strike.
Each sword stroke aimed directly for vital points, ensuring the enemy was slain on the spot without mercy.
But he did not stop.
The slaughter had only just begun.
His figure moved like a phantom through the crowd, each step seemingly carrying boundless killing intent.
A cold gleam flashed, transforming into a net of sword strokes before him, and twenty or thirty people fell instantly, without even time to utter a scream.
In just ten short steps, over two to three hundred people had met their end beneath his sword, instantly becoming spirits of the dead.
By his thirtieth step, aside from the two pirates he had deliberately spared, all others lay dead on the ground, their bodies sprawled in shocking pools of blood.
Yet, within this seemingly short distance of thirty steps, the ground was densely littered with six to seven hundred pirate corpses.
Wounds on these bodies gushed blood like springs, as if unwillingly recounting the agony and despair of their final moments.
Gradually, the blood flowing from countless wounds began to converge and merge, ultimately forming a vast, crimson sea of blood.
This was what "rivers of blood" truly meant!
The gruesome and bloody scene was spine-chilling and horrifying.
The air was thick with a pungent, metallic scent of blood, lingering as if the entire space were shrouded in death and fear.
"Tap, tap, tap…"
Lancelot slowly sheathed his Shusui.
However, in stark contrast to his composed movements, he held Capone Bege and the two long-unconscious pirates, limp like ragged dolls, in his hands.
Step by step, Lancelot walked out from that river of blood.
Astonishingly, despite the blood flowing all around, not a single drop stained his body, which remained immaculate.
Yet with every step he took, the ground beneath him left a deeply imprinted, vivid red footprint—a shocking sight.
At this moment, Lancelot's eyes were unusually calm, like an unfathomable, still abyss.
And on his otherwise stern face, there even lingered a gentle smile.
But this seemingly amiable smile, in the eyes of others, was as terrifying as a grotesque grimace from a demon emerging from the depths of hell.
"Hiss..."
Vice Admiral Hound couldn't help but gasp sharply.
Everything had happened too quickly—he hadn't even processed it yet.
Capone Bege had already been slain.
Immediately after, Capone Bege's subordinates met the same fate.
And just at that moment, Lancelot seemed to sense his presence and turned to look in his direction.
Their eyes met across the distance!
Vice Admiral Hound felt a chill shoot straight to his brain.
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