One Piece: Pirate King? I just want to kill all of you-Chapter 119: It’s Actually That Man! Journey Through Hell—— -!
At this point, the troops in the rear had begun waking up one after another.
Seeing their leader seized by someone, many immediately sprang to their feet, drew their weapons, and shouted angrily:
"Let go of Crocosh!"
"Everyone, charge together!"
"Release our leader!"
"What a pain." Seeing this, Ver will’s face instantly showed impatience.
Faced with so many people in front of him, he couldn’t be bothered to waste words. Two crimson gleams flashed in his eyes once more.
Buzzz—
Conqueror’s Haki burst fiercely from his body, rapidly spreading toward everyone ahead.
Thus, the rebel soldiers who had just scrambled up rolled their eyes and fainted again.
After several dozen seconds.
When Crocosh woke once more, he found himself lying back on the sand.
Looking up, he saw the tall man still standing before him.
Instinctively, he propped himself up with both hands and scooted backward, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes.
Even now, he still hadn’t figured out why he and the others had suddenly passed out.
Many of the rebel soldiers in the rear were also gradually coming to. Upon seeing Ver will, they showed reactions similar to Crocosh’s.
Some even stayed prone on the ground, too afraid to get up, terrified of drawing his attention again.
Yet Ver will paid no mind to the others’ reactions.
Seeing that Crocosh before him had woken again, he immediately spoke:
"Alright, Crocosh, I advise you to stop your pointless struggling and listen to what I have to say."
"I didn’t come all the way to find you rebels out of any malice."
"I simply intend to tell you the truth behind this kingdom’s civil unrest."
"Otherwise, with my strength, not a single one of you here would leave this place alive."
"If you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can see that."
"..." Crocosh’s face stiffened at those words, but he knew the other wasn’t boasting.
Just that bizarre ability to knock out tens of thousands at once was already enough to render them utterly powerless.
So he fell silent for a few seconds, calmed himself, slowly stood, and asked seriously in rapid succession:
"The truth behind the kingdom’s unrest?"
"What exactly do you want to tell us?"
"And who are you?"
"I’m Ver will."
Ver will’s expression remained calm as he answered concisely:
"Who I am isn’t important. What is important is that all of you have been used by someone."
"Used..." Crocosh murmured thoughtfully, looking at him.
Then he suddenly noticed something and exclaimed in shock:
"Wait! You said your name is Ver will?"
"Are you the ’Madman Ver will’ who was in the newspapers a few months ago?!"
As he spoke, he scrutinized the man’s features again and immediately confirmed it in his mind.
No wonder he’d felt the face was vaguely familiar earlier.
But the sudden attack had kept him from placing it right away.
Crocosh had been wondering what kind of person could possess such overwhelming power—defeating their entire rebel force single-handedly.
So it was that man: the one who’d dared to beat a Celestial Dragon, freed every slave in the Land of Bridges, and walked away unscathed—"Madman Ver will."
"What! He’s Madman Ver will?!"
"It’s that man!"
"Why is he here?!"
The surrounding rebels who heard Crocosh’s words also revealed shocked expressions.
Back then, newspapers about him had been scattered everywhere by news coos.
They’d picked up plenty themselves.
And it was precisely because they’d read of "Madman Ver will’s" deeds that many had felt the spirit of resisting tyranny.
That was why, in the past few months, the rebel army had rapidly gathered more manpower and organized an even larger force.
Thus, after confirming the tall man’s true identity, the original anger and fear quickly dissipated.
In their place surged excitement and exhilaration.
"Hm? What’s with these guys?"
Ver will clearly noticed the dramatic shift in everyone’s expressions and felt a twinge of surprise.
But he didn’t bother dwelling on it—as long as they quieted down, that was enough.
Seizing the moment, he continued loudly:
"You’re right; that person is indeed me."
"Enough of that—let’s get back to the point."
"Regarding the Dance Powder within the kingdom and the reason for the cities’ drought, the truth is actually..."
Meanwhile.
In a desert area between the capital "Alubarna" and the gambling city "Rainbase,"
stood a lone flat-roofed building with a sign above the door reading "Spider’s Café."
Beside it towered a tall water tank.
Pat-pat-pat-pat-patter—!
Amid the hurried sound of friction against sand,
a giant porter crab was rapidly approaching.
About a hundred meters to the side of "Spider’s Café,"
the porter crab suddenly halted, squatted down with a wide grin.
Robin and Issho, riding on its back, hopped off and slowly walked toward the flat-roofed building ahead.
"Issho-san, about a hundred meters further is the ’Spider’s Café’ we’re looking for."
"Let me enter through the front door first to draw their attention, then you strike from the shadows outside."
Though she knew his strength was immense, Robin still proposed a safer plan.
"Miss Robin’s idea is excellent."
"But there’s truly no need for you to put yourself in danger, my lady. This old man has already sensed the movements ahead."
As he spoke,
Issho, who had been steadily approaching Spider’s Café, suddenly stopped. Smiling at the puzzled Robin beside him, he added:
"Those inside do have some skill. From their movements, they’ve likely already detected our arrival."
"Eh?!"
Robin’s expression froze. She immediately stared toward the interior of Spider’s Café.
She had deliberately chosen the windowless side.
And the porter crab had stopped more than a hundred meters away.
Logically, the people inside shouldn’t have noticed so quickly.
Yet at that moment, the senior agents inside had already hidden in various blind spots.
While ensuring they couldn’t be seen from outside, everyone wore wary expressions, ready to swiftly eliminate whoever entered.
Some had turned their arms into blades, others extended their fingers into ten sharp spikes.
One had raised a single leg high, while another had transformed both hands into white wax liquid.
Among them, a short, middle-aged woman with a red afro
couldn’t resist whispering smugly to the others:
"You idiots, it’s a good thing I noticed the movement outside in time, or we’d have been ambushed."
Having eaten the Mole-Mole Fruit of the Zoan type, she was extremely sensitive to faint vibrations in the ground.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have detected the heavy footsteps on the sand over a hundred meters away.
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