Meanwhile, on Nami's side…
"It's time to settle this."
Nami's face was dark, small whirlwinds wrapping around her body, gently lifting her up.
She slowly hovered towards Arlong's residence.
This was an advanced application of the Wind-Wind Fruit.
For someone with clumsy aptitude, it might take three to five years to master.
But in the hands of Nami, who was proficient in air currents and storms and exceptionally talented, it took only an hour to wield it as naturally as moving her own arm.
"Nami! You're still under confinement! Get back to your room!"
However, as she turned a corner and entered the fish-men's villa area, a group of Arlong Pirates' crew members practicing Fish-Man Karate looked at Nami and shouted angrily.
In their eyes, Nami was just a useful machine, with lowly human blood flowing in her veins, someone they could trample at will.
But this time, they were wrong.
"Die."
Nami's eyes flashed, her lips moving slightly.
A terrifying air pressure instantly exploded inside the Fish-men crew members' bodies.
Boom!
Blood splattered, bones and flesh burst apart.
Nami's expression was icy cold as she watched all this indifferently.
Cruel?
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, expressionlessly grinding over a dozen lives to dust was the act of an inhuman butcher.
But for Nami, they all deserved to die.
This trash-like death was the only end for the Fish-men.
Tap, tap, tap.
A gentle breeze blew as Nami's speed increased.
Passing through a Fish-Man Karate training ground… a river of blood, corpses strewn everywhere.
Passing through the Arlong Pirates' port… massive ships sunk, helmsmen dead, the sea stained with a touch of bloody red.
Kill, kill, kill!
Nami had lost count of how many she had killed.
But in the sky above, a gigantic bloody sphere had formed.
Within the sphere, one could vaguely see countless terrified faces.
If someone looked closely, they would be terrified.
That bloody sphere was made entirely of the Fish-men' heads!
Every time Nami killed a Fish-man, she would use air currents to sever its head and suspend it in the air.
She wanted Arlong to see.
The Fish-men he valued, treated as family, were as lowly as trash and ants in her hands.
'All these years, the debt you owe me…'
'I, Nami, will repay it a thousandfold, one by one.'
Thump!
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The bloody sphere behind Nami had grown to about twenty meters.
The countless heads made the air within dozens of meters reek of the smell of blood.
"Hmm? Such a strong smell of blood? Did Hatchan lead a team out hunting?"
Arlong frowned slightly, feeling puzzled.
As a shark fish-man, his sense of smell was extremely acute.
He could clearly tell that this bloody scent carried a fishy smell.
'Normally, Hatchan shouldn't be out fishing at this hour.'
'Could it be...'
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Arlong's heart.
"Arlong! Come out and face your death!"
Just as Arlong was feeling restless and disturbed, an ethereal voice, carried by rolling air currents, flooded into his ears.
Arlong's pupils instantly contracted sharply.
"Nami? How dare she speak to me like that?!"
Intense rage instantly veiled Arlong's eyes with a layer of red.
'A mere human.'
'Trash that could be crushed underfoot.'
'How dare she be so insolent towards me, the supreme Fish-man, Arlong-sama?'
"Hmph, this time I'll break both her legs, leave only her arms for drawing sea charts, and imprison her forever."
Arlong was truly enraged. He stomped forward, shattering the door.
However, when he saw the scene outside, his overwhelming fury instantly turned into the deepest fear in his bones.
"This... this is..."
Arlong's voice even carried a tremble.
Before him, the originally thin and frail Nami was now like a majestic Valkyrie, hovering in the air, her eyes turning white, wrapped in an aura of rolling gales.
But that wasn't the key!
Behind her floated a gigantic sphere.
Bloody, sinister, terrifying.
Arlong couldn't mistake it.
"Kuroobi, Hatchan, Chew... my officers, my Fish-men crew, my brethren..."
Arlong's teeth chattered as he emitted a low sound from between his throat.
"You killed them all?! Nami!!!"
Angry?
Extreme anger almost swallowed Arlong whole.
He wished he could charge into the sky right now and tear the lowly Nami to pieces.
But he couldn't.
Arlong looked at Nami in the sky, staring intently at her eyes.
His legs, which should be strong and powerful, were now, for some reason, trembling uncontrollably.
It was that look.
The look of that man from the depths of his memory.
Arlong's heart raced wildly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He would never forget that man from back then.
That Marine uncle who kept saying 'So scary' while kicking a Fish-man to death with one foot.
The look in Nami's eyes now was exactly the same as that Marine's!
Icy, profound, contemptuous.
Like a divine judgment, she uttered a low and merciless voice from her lips.
"Today is your day of death."