Chapter 481: Saint Donquixote Mjosgard
With the sound of Luffy and Ace's footsteps, the air pressure in the entire "Social Plaza" instantly collapsed.
The auras radiating from them were like two violent hurricanes, instantly sweeping across the entire plaza.
The CP0 agents and Celestial Dragon guards instantly went on high alert, drawing their blades and stepping forward with sharp, menacing auras.
"Vice Admiral Garp!!!" A CP0 agent wearing a white mask roared furiously.
"This is the Holy Land, Mary Geoise!! Do you intend to lay your hands on the World Nobles?!!"
As soon as those words fell, the reporters' pens froze in mid-air, and the nobles' lips turned deathly pale. For a moment, the entire plaza was so quiet that one could hear the wind passing through the flags.
But in the face of their furious reprimand, Garp merely reached up and picked his nose. Flicking away whatever he dug out with a look of disgust, he answered with a completely nonchalant expression:
"Huh? What did you say? I'm a little hard of hearing, I can't hear you~"
As he spoke, he bit down on a rice cracker, the crisp crunching of his teeth setting a relaxed rhythm.
That nonchalance made the CP0 agents break out in cold sweat far more than any loud reprimand could: In this sacred and inviolable place, there was actually a Marine Vice Admiral treating the warnings of the World Nobles like air.
This composure that completely disregarded authority was, in itself, the most dangerous kind of provocation.
Saint Charlos, however, completely failed to realize the impending danger. Instead, his face flushed red from being startled by their auras, and he shrieked frantically:
"What are you waiting for! Why are you just standing there!! Catch them right now!!!"
"I am a God!! They dare to be so insolent?! I will turn them all into slaves!!!"
He abruptly turned around and roared at the space behind him.
"—Slave Number Three! Get them!!"
VMM—!!
A shadow suddenly blanketed the plaza.
A giant slave, as massive as a building, stepped out from behind Saint Charlos. Chains clanked loudly as the towering shadow poured over Charlos like a collapsing sky.
The colossal body crushed the stone steps, chains chiming in the sunlight. Its scars looked like history carved into flesh, and its eyes held nothing but the hollow emptiness of absolute obedience.
Roaring, it extended its tower-like arms and lunged straight for Shirahoshi!
"Shirahoshi!!!" Neptune cried out in alarm, his trident already raised—
But in the next second, an afterimage flashed past.
BAM—!
The air detonated.
Luffy's figure instantly vanished as if pulled by the wind, reappearing right in front of Slave Number Three.
His fist was wreathed in violent air currents. The wind from his punch howled, carrying a speed and explosive power that was impossible to track.
"Genkotsu: Kong Hammer!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
That punch shot out like a cannonball, blasting directly into the crown of the giant's head.
The ensuing impact force forcibly smashed the giant—who was taller than a palace—straight into the ground. The white stone floor cracked and collapsed under the collision, kicking up plumes of dust. Shockwaves rippled outward, and the crowd in the plaza staggered backward as if pushed by an invisible hand.
"RUMBLE—!!!"
Time seemed to have been put on slow motion: the noise of crushed stones hitting the stone steps, the metallic clatter of falling chains, the gasps of the crowd—everything was sliced to shreds by the wind of that punch.
The crowd instantly erupted, their uproar pouring out like a flood bursting a dam: "He—he actually attacked?!"
"A Marine actually dared to attack a Celestial Dragon's slave in the Holy Land?!!"
"It's over... It's really over now—!!!"
Saint Charlos was so terrified by the sight before him that his legs gave way, his entire body collapsing onto the freezing white stone floor.
Before the dust cloud kicked up by that punch had even fully dispersed, he was already drowned in fear. Trembling like a leaf, his voice was shrill and broken:
"You bastard!!! Y-You dare hit my slave?!"
"—Guards, get him!! Burn him to ashes!! Do you hear me?! Burn him to ashes!!!"
The surrounding Celestial Dragon guards surged forward, raising their swords and guns in unison.
Saint Charlos shakily reached to draw the pistol at his waist. Sweat rolled down his greasy cheeks, mixing with snot and tears in a comical and pathetic display.
However, before his hand could fully draw that ornately decorated golden pistol—
A green-haired figure darted out from the crowd like lightning. A massive spiked club swung down from mid-air, carrying an astonishing momentum, as if intending to smash the entire world to pieces.
"—BAM!!!"
A muffled thud rang out, like thunder striking a skull.
The shockwave rolled up crushed stones and dust, the deafening explosion echoing through the Holy Land.
Saint Charlos couldn't even let out a complete scream before his entire body was forcibly sent flying by that strike!
His greasy face instantly twisted and caved in. His nose bridge shattered, blood spurted from all his facial orifices, and his pearly white teeth flew through the air like scattered broken shells.
His obese body, carrying terrifying momentum, crashed through an intricately carved stone pillar and smashed into a flowerbed, scattering dirt and petals mixed with blood spatter.
That high-and-mighty "God" now lay on the ground like a puddle of trampled mud, completely devoid of life.
—The plaza fell into a dead silence.
Whether it was CP0, the Celestial Dragon guards, or the reporters and nobles shivering in the corners, everyone held their breath.
It felt as if something was lodged in their throats; their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Th-That is..." someone struggled to squeeze out a voice, only for it to screech to a halt as if they were being choked.
Dust continued to drift through the air. The scorching sun shone a pillar of light through the broken clouds, illuminating the green figure who had just swung the spiked club.
Just as everyone thought it was some Marine who had taken action—a low, calm voice slowly rang out:
"You truly... bring shame to us Celestial Dragons, Charlos—"
The dust slowly cleared, revealing that the "green shadow" who had just swung the spiked club was actually wearing a white-gold robe and a badge symbolizing the "Holy Bloodline" on his chest.
—It was none other than the Celestial Dragon, Saint Donquixote Mjosgard!
He slowly exhaled and casually let go of the spiked club.
The massive weapon crashed to the ground, emitting a dull clang. The vibration sent gravel flying as blood slid down the club's shaft, dripping onto the pristine white floor.
"Take this piece of trash... away."
He pointed at Saint Charlos's unconscious, bloodied and mangled body, his tone as cold as frost.
The CP0 agents and Celestial Dragon guards looked at each other, but no one dared to ask questions.
Almost as a conditioned reflex, they immediately lowered their weapons, dropped their guard, and dragged Saint Charlos away along with the broken stone debris.
They knew very well—if they really clashed head-on with the Marines right now, they didn't know if Saint Charlos would die, but they definitely would.
Now that a Celestial Dragon of equal status had stepped forward to "wrap things up," it was a godsend of an out.
Soon, the guards dragged Saint Charlos's body away, disappearing at the end of the plaza. Only the smell of blood and scorched earth remained in the air.
Saint Mjosgard's gaze swept across his surroundings, landing on Shirahoshi and Neptune.
In that moment, his expression suddenly softened a fraction, and a proper, albeit slightly awkward, smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
He straightened his attire, adopting a graceful, noble posture, and bowed slightly, speaking in a low voice:
"It has been a while~ King Neptune."
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