One Piece Admiral Seirin - Chapter 60
“I heard you’re a general under Gecko Moria. I wonder if he’ll be heartbroken when he learns you’re dead?”
Rosha’s menacing Kirin claw clamped down on Mig Jones’s head, forcefully twisting his body around.
Jones’s neck bones made cracking sounds as if they were about to snap at any moment.
“Power, I need to absorb more power!”
Jones’s hollow eyes widened as a crazed smile spread across his face, his muttering continuing as if he couldn’t accept the blow of reality, making his already dim mind even more deranged.
Rosha tightened his grip, his five claws harder than steel.
As his fingers closed, five indentations appeared on Jones’s forehead.
The intense pain snapped Jones out of his delirium, and he swung his arms at Rosha’s chest.
Thud!
His fists pounded Rosha’s chest like striking a massive drum, producing a deep, resonant sound.
But Rosha remained unmoved, coldly gripping Jones’s head.
The muscles in Rosha’s right arm bulged with force as he lifted Jones off the ground.
“I’ll ask you again, what’s your relationship with Gecko Moria?”
The severe pain in his head clouded Jones’s consciousness. He groaned hoarsely, and upon hearing Rosha’s question, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.
“Gecko Moria? Mihahahaha, that useless Warlord of the Sea? Don’t be ridiculous! That failure who hides in the mists of the Grand Line, growing fat off his failures…”
“Incorrect information?” Rosha frowned briefly, then relaxed.
Whether or not Jones had any connection to Gecko Moria, his actions today sealed his fate.
For such a thorough scum, Rosha had no intention of capturing him alive and sending him to Impel Down.
A dead Mig Jones is a good worm.
The Kirin claw closed in, Jones’s body struggling violently.
But with his reduced strength, he was no match for Rosha’s newfound power.
The steel-like claws clamped shut.
With a crunching sound, Jones met the same fate as Gladius.
Rosha paused for a moment.
Not only had he taken down an important officer under Doflamingo, but he had also consumed a Devil Fruit Doflamingo deeply desired.
He clearly remembered Gladius’s mutterings.
This meant he had now made an irreconcilable enemy in Doflamingo.
Given Doflamingo’s attitude towards his “family,” if he found out what happened here, he would surely skin Rosha alive.
As a mere ensign, how had he so quickly earned the enmity of such a notorious pirate?
But as a Marine, he was destined to confront Doflamingo someday.
There was no other choice but to kill them all.
“Soru.”
In a flash, he vanished from his spot.
When he reappeared, he was hovering over the sticky remains of baby5’s explosion.
This too was a deep pit over ten meters in diameter.
At the pit’s edge, a woman with a serene smile was half-buried in the dirt.
At the bottom of the pit, a mass of sticky white liquid was spreading, threatening to turn the pit into a swamp.
Sensing his intense life force, the sticky liquid quivered and halted its spread.
Slowly, a wretched old face emerged, staring blankly at Rosha, who was lightly stepping on the air.
“Mihihihi, who are you?”
“Your executioner.”
Rosha raised his reverse-bent right leg, swirling the air, and kicked downward.
“Rankyaku—Air Slash!”
Trebol’s pupils dilated as he stared at the ten-meter-long slash descending from the sky.
The air slash, formed from highly compressed air, cut through the sticky liquid, the ground, and Trebol’s body.
A clear bloodline appeared on Trebol’s neck.
His eyes were filled with fear as he faced death.
Just as his vile head was about to detach from his withered body, the ground beneath the pit turned into a mass of white threads.
Even Trebol’s secretions were transformed into white threads.
The threads extended rapidly, piercing Trebol’s skin, forming a shield that blocked the deadly slash.
In mid-air, Rosha felt a chilling sensation. An overwhelming sense of danger surged through him.
Seeing the sea of white threads spreading below, Rosha’s heart sank.
“Damn, I didn’t think he’d be in the North Blue.”
This thought had barely crossed his mind when five colorful threads appeared out of nowhere, slicing through the air towards him at lightning speed.
At the same time, a man with a twisted, menacing face in a pink coat flew toward them from the horizon.
On the rooftop, Law struggled to his feet, glaring at the newcomer with intense hatred.
“Doflamingo!”
“Get lost! I don’t have time for you now, Law!”
A black string shot from Do flamingo’s hand, slicing through Law’s arm in an instant.
On the other side, the five colorful threads moved so quickly that Rosha couldn’t dodge. They slashed across his body.
Slash!
Five neat bloodlines appeared on Rosha’s azure scales.
The threads cut through his scales, muscles, and veins, causing blood to spurt from his chest like a fountain.
Doflamingo’s right hand tightened, pulling the threads that bound Rosha’s body, swinging him like a flail into the ground.
Boom!
The ground shattered as Rosha was smashed into the earth.
Swoosh!
Doflamingo landed beside Trebol, lifting him up and quickly placing his right hand on Trebol’s slashed neck.
“Emergency stitching!”
Invisible threads rapidly emerged from his hand, stitching the horrifying wound on Trebol’s neck with incredible speed.
In just a few seconds, the nearly severed neck was stitched back together.
The threads not only closed the skin and muscles but also temporarily mended the delicate blood vessels beneath.
Seeing Trebol unconscious from blood loss, Doflamingo trembled with rage.
He stood, surveying the buried baby5, the headless Gladius in a nearby pit, and the bisected Buffalo in the distance.
Doflamingo’s face contorted with rage, his massive frame erupting with black and red energy, sweeping across the entire Prince Kingdom.
“You all… have such nerve!”
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