The Most Talented Pirate Hunter - Chapter 36
“Ha ha ha!”
“I have never seen someone so foolish.”
Clambering up from the ground, Most looked at Hermes, whose chest was bleeding profusely, with nothing but ridicule and arrogance in his eyes.
This guy could have dodged the attack but chose to collide head-on like an idiot, clearly asking for punishment. Most felt that Hermes must not be very bright.
He had initially thought this kid wasn’t very smart, and it seemed to be true.
Not being smart was one thing, but being arrogant was another.
People like this were a dime a dozen on the Grand Line, and they were all dead.
“Yes, indeed foolish.”
Hermes brushed back the hair from his forehead, his face growing pale but remaining calm.
This was a case of “others laughing at me for being insane, while I laugh at them for not understanding.”
A strong person rises from battles and injuries step by step. When standing atop the highest peak someday, the wounds received today would be badges of honor and essential growth.
Hermes wasn’t a masochist.
But he had no choice.
To taste the sweet, one must endure the bitter.
Right now, his Iron Body was still a rookie technique, naturally needing the harsh beatings of reality. Only after enduring enough would it become formidable.
Eventually, wouldn’t the world bow before him, Hermes, without acknowledging any kin?
As long as he was tough enough, he would be invincible.
Most achievements in this lifetime would be limited, but Hermes was just starting. All hardships would only make him stronger.
Strength often comes with loneliness and caprice.
Most didn’t understand that.
“Whirlwind Dance.”
Most felt a weight lift off his shoulders, thinking Hermes was foolish. Seizing the moment, he launched another wave of attacks, countless scythe wind blades swarming toward Hermes.
“Mini 50 centimeters.”
With a thought, Hermes shrank to 50 centimeters, even closing his eyes.
But his Observation Haki was fully activated.
It was evident he was training his Observation Haki.
“Want to die? I’ll grant your wish.”
Most felt a chill at Hermes’ apparent foolishness, mixed with anger. Hermes’ actions were a blatant disregard for him.
Too arrogant.
Did Hermes think Most couldn’t kill him?
With that in mind, Most’s hands moved faster, the scythe wind blades becoming even denser.
Cold sweat began to form on Hermes’ forehead. Maintaining a 50-centimeter form was impossible, so he shrank further to 40 centimeters, continuing his Observation Haki training.
If there were skill experience points, Hermes’ Observation Haki would steadily increase.
“Damn it, just a bit more.”
Most grew increasingly frustrated and angry, his attacks becoming more frequent.
Hermes shrank each time he was about to be overwhelmed, now reduced to a mere centimeter after ten minutes, while Most’s hands nearly smoked from the exertion.
Yet he couldn’t take Hermes down.
As the battle reached this balance, the commotion had long alerted the palace guards. Seven minutes earlier, they had arrived on the scene, though most dared not get too close.
Meanwhile, the news of the first prince’s death was no longer a secret.
“Cough, cough!”
“That’s the man who killed the first prince. Kill him together!”
Finally, Most couldn’t take it anymore.
Sweating profusely and nearly out of breath, using his power continuously had drained him. He couldn’t handle Hermes alone anymore.
He called out loudly to the surrounding guards.
He needed a break and medical attention, or his life would be in danger.
“Open fire, open fire!”
At Most’s command, the hundreds of guards around began firing in waves.
Instantly, the pressure on Hermes increased.
He maintained a 5-millimeter form, dancing madly on the edge of a knife.
Spinning and jumping without limits.
“Whoosh!”
Several rocket-propelled grenades flew past, missing Hermes because amidst the storm of bullets and flying debris, spotting a 5-millimeter Hermes was nearly impossible.
He was too small.
But this environment was incredibly stimulating for Hermes. Even with his Observation Haki working overtime, he accumulated new wounds.
This couldn’t go on.
If it did, he might get killed.
Dodging through the barrage of bullets, Hermes headed straight for Most, who was recovering his strength. Throughout the fight, Most had been attacking relentlessly, looking somewhat exhausted now.
A man mustn’t be weak.
“Stop, stop!”
The scene was chaotic.
The captain of the guards signaled for a ceasefire, wanting to confirm if Hermes was still alive.
With that barrage, even a fly would have lost a leg, let alone a human.
Everyone stared intently. Just then, Hermes, like an arrow, shot toward Most, still in his 5-millimeter form.
Most initially didn’t notice, but as Hermes got closer, a tiny black dot became visible.
No good.
At that moment, Most felt a chill. It was too late to retreat, his legs too weak, and Hermes closed the distance by returning to his normal size in an instant.
“Death Finger Gun.”
Cold killing intent spread.
Hermes channeled all his strength into his finger, launching the attack in a split second.
Boom!
The powerful penetration force tore through, the Finger Gun piercing Most’s skull, shattering his brain before exiting the back of his head.
Blood trickled down his forehead.
Most’s eyes were filled with despair and disbelief.
“No way!”
“How is this possible.”
“The Scythe Killer Most was actually killed.”
“Who is this guy?”
The surrounding guards were stunned.
What had just happened?
How had he suddenly appeared in front of Most and killed him in one blow?
Was there something dirty involved?
“Jormungandr…”
Most’s final mutterings ceased, his body falling heavily to the ground.
Swoosh~
Hermes immediately shrank to 5 millimeters and quickly disappeared. By the time the guards reacted, Hermes had vanished.
After all, the scene was chaotic, with debris everywhere. A 5-millimeter figure could easily disappear.
Soon, the events in the palace spread.
The first prince and the Scythe Killer Most were both dead, which was big news.
The culprit was quickly identified.
Hundreds of guards had seen it. Just the ability to change size confirmed it.
The pirate hunter Hermes Jormungandr’s name spread through the capital once more.
In the hideout of the Explosive Wolf family.
“Are you certain?”
Explosive Wolf’s expression was serious as he looked at the reporting subordinate. Around him were several other high-ranking family members, all equally shocked.
“Yes, it’s confirmed. The one who killed the first prince and the Scythe Killer Most is the pirate hunter Jormungandr.”
“How is that possible?”
“That was the Scythe Killer Most, even our boss was wary of him.”
“We underestimated that kid.”
“What do we do? Even the Scythe Killer couldn’t defeat him.”
Many members of the gang were trembling.
“Calm down. He couldn’t have fought the Scythe Killer without getting hurt. If we find Jormungandr now, we can easily take him down.”
“Boss, I think we should send everyone to search for him.”
“But we searched last time too.”
The hideout grew noisy, while elsewhere, Elisabello II received the news, feeling a mix of excitement and shock.
That man had indeed stormed the palace alone and killed the Scythe Killer and his foolish brother.
Now, no one could stop him from becoming king.
Despite his injuries, Elisabello II left the inn, heading towards the palace. With only a few loyal followers left, the throne was his for the taking.
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