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Chapter 271: Hard to Handle? Then Don't Handle It! The Duel on the Deserted Island
The atmosphere in the plaza did not cool down completely after Gion's slash. Instead, it resembled a pot of boiling oil with the lid forcibly held down—calm on the surface, but violently churning underneath, ready to explode at any moment.
Yasopp toyed with his sniper rifle, the muzzle swaying intentionally, occasionally sweeping past Doberman's head. The expression on his face was practically begging for a beating.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Cat got your tongue?"
"You were barking pretty loudly just a moment ago."
"What's the matter? Master pulled on the leash, and now you're behaving?"
"If you're really itching for something, I've got a leftover bone right here. Want it?"
As he spoke, Yasopp actually fished a gnawed-on chicken bone out of his pocket and tossed it casually in his hand.
Insult!
A naked, unadulterated insult!
As a hawkish Vice Admiral of the Marine Headquarters, when had Doberman ever suffered such humiliation? The muscles in his face twitched violently, and the scar traversing his face flushed a deep, blood-red crimson.
But he dared not strike.
Blake's rules hung over his head like a mountain. Gion's earlier slash was a warning to the pirates, but it was also a warning to them. Starting a fight here would bring trouble to the Marines and provoke Fleet Admiral Sengoku's ire.
Doberman took a deep breath. His chest heaved violently, like a bellows worked to its limit. He stared dead at Yasopp, his gaze as sinister as a viper.
Suddenly, he smiled.
It was a grim, ferocious smile.
"Is wagging your tongue all you're capable of?"
Doberman slowly raised his hand and pointed toward the vast ocean outside Foosha Village. His voice was low but carried a terrifying ruthlessness that made hearts palpitate.
"Acting tough with me here is useless!"
"Since you lot have such guts and look down on the Marines so much..."
"Fine!"
"If you have the skill, let's take this to the deserted island out there!"
"Stop yapping like a bunch of old women!"
"If you've got a handle between your legs, follow me out there!"
"Even if I have to strip off this uniform today, I'm going to knock your teeth out one by one!"
Boom!
The crowd erupted into an uproar at his words!
A challenge!
This was a blatant challenge to a duel! And one that wouldn't end until someone dropped!
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the pirates burst into raucous laughter.
"Oho!"
" The old dog is desperate!"
"You want a fight? I'll keep you company!"
"Let's go, let's go! Whoever chickens out is a grandson!"
The officers of the Red Hair Pirates rubbed their hands together, howling with excitement. Fighting? That was their profession! These Marine Vice Admirals usually relied on numbers, but a one-on-one duel? Did they really think these officers, with bounties in the hundreds of millions or even billions, would be afraid of a few Vice Admirals?
Even over at the Whitebeard Pirates' side, "Flower Sword" Vista stroked the hilt of the "Mugenjin" he had just purchased, a flicker of eager cold light flashing in his eyes. He, too, wanted to test just how sharp this demon sword from another world really was.
At that moment, Vice Admiral Onigumo, who had been standing silently beside Doberman, suddenly took a step forward.
He had a cigar clamped between his teeth. Through the curling smoke, his gloomy face looked even more vicious. He swept his gaze over the surrounding pirates, lingering on Marco, Yasopp, Jozu, and the others one by one.
Finally, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, the corners of his mouth hooking into a cruel arc.
"What?"
"Looking at your posturing, it seems you're not convinced?"
"Red Hair's crew, Whitebeard's crew... you're all here, right?"
Onigumo deliberately removed his Marine cap and tossed it casually onto the ground.
Then, the long hair cascading down his back began to writhe. As if it possessed a life of its own, it slowly fanned out, transforming into six pitch-black arms! Each hand tightly gripped a sharp saber!
Killing intent!
A suffocating killing intent instantly exploded from his body! But mixed within this killing intent was a strange fluctuation.
That was... the new power he had obtained in the dungeon!
Onigumo tilted his head, looking at the jeering pirates with a cold sneer.
"This situation... I can see it's hard to handle."
"You don't like the look of me, and I don't like the look of you."
"Reason with you?"
"Reason my ass!"
At this point, the expression on Onigumo's face twisted into something truly savage, like an evil spirit descending from the mountains. He suddenly kicked a rock in front of him, sending it flying, and roared:
"Hard to handle?!"
"Then don't handle it!"
Boom!
This sudden outburst startled everyone!
Was this a Marine Vice Admiral? This behavior was more gangster than the actual gangsters! This thug-like aura was practically straight out of a triad movie!
Onigumo didn't give a damn about anyone's opinion. The eight swords behind him emitted a piercing hum in unison, their tips pointing straight outside the village.
"All of you, get out there!"
"If anyone dares to run today, I'll chase you to the New World and hack you to death!"
"Move!"
With that, Onigumo and Doberman exchanged a glance. The two turned in perfect sync and strode toward the coastline outside Foosha Village.
Their backs were resolute. Their momentum was unstoppable!
"Heh!"
"Now that's interesting!"
In Marco's dead-fish eyes, a look of genuine interest finally appeared. He scratched his trademark pineapple-shaped hair.
"These Marines... seem to have changed, yoi."
The Vice Admirals of the past were tough, but they absolutely never possessed this kind of... this maniacal arrogance that felt like they wanted to punch a hole in the sky!
That was the look of men who had absolute confidence in their own strength!
"Since they've already stuck their necks out..."
"If we don't fight..."
"Wouldn't that be rude?"
The corners of Marco's mouth lifted slightly, and his arms instantly transformed into wings of blue flames.
"Boys!"
"Let's go!"
"Time to teach these Marine officers a lesson!"
"Ohhh!!!!"
The pirates boiled over with excitement! A massive crowd surged after the Marines, flooding toward the outside of the village. The scene was livelier than a festival!
Red-Haired Shanks and Whitebeard did not stop them. A spar at this level, as long as no lives were lost, was beneficial for both sides.
Moreover, they were also very curious.
Just what kind of power had these Vice Admirals obtained from that so-called "dungeon" to make them arrogant enough to challenge the officers of Emperor-level pirate crews?
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Outside Foosha Village. On a desolate, uninhabited island.
waves crashed against the reefs, rolling up piles of snow-white foam.
Doberman and Onigumo stood side by side atop a massive rock. The sea breeze whipped their Justice coats, making them snap loudly in the wind.
Opposite them stood a dark mass of pirates.
Leading them were the 1st Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, "The Phoenix" Marco, and the sniper of the Red Hair Pirates, Yasopp!
"Diamond" Jozu, "Flower Sword" Vista, and others stood aside with arms crossed, ready to watch the show.
The surrounding waters were packed tight with onlookers. Some of the bolder ones had even climbed into nearby trees.
This was big news!
Elite Marine Headquarters Vice Admirals dueling the officers of the Four Emperors! You couldn't buy a ticket for a show like this!
"Come on."
Doberman slowly drew the saber at his waist.
It wasn't a Supreme Grade Blade. But at this moment, a visible blackish-purple aura coiled around the blade!
The aura was cold, viscous, and filled with waves of negative emotion! It was like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, wailing upon the edge of the blade!
This was the power he had risked his life to obtain in the Jujutsu Kaisen dungeon—
Cursed Energy!
"Yasopp!"
Doberman pointed his sword tip straight at Yasopp's brow. His eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light.
"You were the loudest one just now."
"Come!"
"Let me see if your bullets..."
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