Faced with the Celestial Dragon's suicidal behavior, Brian couldn't be bothered to respond.
Not arguing with fools was his greatest restraint as a sane person.
Moreover, Saint Naya was already a dead man walking—no need for further words.
Dying right here would be the luckiest outcome for Saint Naya.
He had a whole heap of suffering coming his way.
Brian glanced at Bill and the Rear Admiral behind him, raised his right hand coated in black Armament Haki, and struck.
"Beast - Tiger Fist~"
Roar~
The tiger's roar echoed all around. Under Bill's panicked gaze, the tiger pounced.
"Six Styles·Life Return!"
"Armament·Miro Slash!"
Reacting instantly, Bill's body turned crimson as massive steam erupted, entering a desperate all-out mode.
A colossal sword slash surged forth, clashing directly with the Tiger Fist.
Boom~
A violent gale raged, and the warship split in two under the intense collision.
The unfortunate Rear Admiral was crushed into pulp amid this terrifying clash.
The fourth Rear Admiral to be declared dead had emerged!
He was simply unlucky—paralyzed by the intimidating will and Conqueror's Haki contained within Brian's Tiger Fist, he stood frozen in place.
By the time he regained his senses, it was far too late; he was utterly pulverized by the overwhelming force, beyond any hope of reassembly.
As for Saint Naya, he was slightly more fortunate.
A figure flashed past, and he was snatched up by Brian, spared from becoming minced meat.
Bill, however, was sent flying backward, crashing into the ship's cabin behind him.
When the smoke from the attack cleared, Bill's figure was revealed.
"Pfft~"
"Cough, cough~"
A clear fist imprint marked his chest as Bill coughed up blood incessantly, his aura drastically diminished.
The difference in power was far too great. Though Bill was a Vice Admiral, the gap between him and an Admiral-level combatant remained immense.
With the Celestial Dragon behind him, he couldn't evade and had no choice but to endure Brian's strike head-on.
That he hadn't died instantly was a testament to his formidable strength.
Bill looked up, his heart growing heavier as he watched Saint Naya struggle futilely in Brian's grip.
Scanning his surroundings, he realized that aside from himself, few Marines remained on the flagship.
The situation was much the same on the four surrounding warships.
Aside from the commanding officers still holding on, nearly all the rest had perished.
And now, Sengoku was still entangled in the skies with Shiki, completely unable to attend to the battle below.
The navy's defeat in this war was already irreversible.
He no longer even dared to hope for his own survival.
Even if he miraculously made it back to headquarters, the World Government would never let him off the hook after a Celestial Dragon came to harm.
Bill's fighting spirit faded, his grip on his swift blade growing slack.
Meanwhile, Saint Naya continued to struggle and spout nonsense.
"Damn pirate, you lowly commoner! Don't defile this Saint's body with your filthy hands—release me at once!"
"You wretched commoner! This Saint will have my great-grandfather exterminate every last one of you! Just you wait and die!"
The pig-brained Celestial Dragon, Saint Naya, forever failed to grasp the situation.
Even with his life firmly in Brian's grasp, he kept on ranting—a level of stupidity beyond words.
"Truly a worthless Celestial Dragon, utterly brainless."
Brian looked at this fool, seeing more clearly than ever the various suicidal behaviors of Celestial Dragons from the original story.
The perception of Celestial Dragons was completely different from normal people - after all, they had ruled the world for too long, for centuries.
They had forgotten that this world ultimately respected only strength, everything else was just illusion.
Thud~
Facing this situation, Brian didn't waste words, raising his right hand and giving the Celestial Dragon's head a heavy knock.
Whoosh~
Saint Naya turned into a cannonball, crashing into the warship below.
The half-sunken warship suffered another devastating blow, completely shattering into pieces.
Saint Naya was covered in wounds, his head swollen larger than a pig's.
The entire person lay prone on a wooden plank, barely breathing.
"Member of the Rocks Pirates, do you know what you've done to a Celestial Dragon?"
"Damn it, that's the God of the World! You'll bring destruction upon your Rocks Pirates!"
Witnessing the Celestial Dragon being sent flying, Bill's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
In all his years as a marine, this was the first time he had seen a Celestial Dragon treated like this.
Everyone in this world knew that once you laid hands on a Celestial Dragon, the World Government would never let the perpetrator go.
Over the years, the World Government had made sure the world remembered this through multiple bloody Buster Calls.
Who would have thought that after all this time, another pirate would dare to attack a Celestial Dragon, even leaving one hovering between life and death.
Bill could already imagine the World Government's fury and Marineford's frenzy that would follow.
It wasn't just Bill - even the surrounding pirates watching this scene were utterly shocked.
Though those pirates had been shouting about turning Celestial Dragons into specimens,
when it came down to it, less than half would actually dare raise their weapons against a Celestial Dragon.
There was no helping it - the world had lived under Celestial Dragon oppression for centuries.
The world's perception had become twisted, not easily corrected.
Over these centuries, the World Government had placed invisible shackles on the world's people through countless deaths.
Anyone daring to attack a Celestial Dragon would face certain destruction.
These pirates might be crazy, but they had families too, and many still feared death.
All these factors combined made attacks on Celestial Dragons incredibly rare and insane in this world.
Not everyone was like Brian, a transmigrator, or like Luffy, that reckless fool.
"It's just a Celestial Dragon. Anyone would think they're the biological fathers of all you marines."
"This is the New World, not your Marineford or Mary Geoise. Stop flaunting your affection for your dear fathers."
"If you have what it takes, tell the World Government to send troops to the New World. Let's clash and liven up this world."
Brian was actually somewhat eager - if the World Government really went all out and deployed massive forces to the New World, things would get really interesting.
As a transmigrator, though Brian had always appeared somewhat cautious,
he had been constantly strengthening himself since arriving here, all because he lacked a sense of security.
Six years had passed, and now he felt his wings had grown strong enough.
His originally restrained nature was completely unleashed, and he was starting to relish the prospect of chaos.
The world needed to be thrown into disorder - chaos would let him fish in troubled waters.
After all, if the sky fell, Rocks would be there to hold it up.
Besides, Rocks wouldn't be angry at his behavior—in fact, he'd greatly approve.
As if anyone here isn't a madman.
Otherwise, Rocks wouldn't have spent years scheming to strike at God Valley next year.
That's an entire island of Celestial Dragons!
"You... you... you..."
"Damn pirates, madmen, all of you are madmen!"
Bill seemed dazed, his worldview shattered to the point of numbness.
Brian couldn't be bothered to keep arguing with him. His figure vanished again, reappearing not far in front of Bill.
"Beast·Leopard Fist!"
A jaguar's form materialized through Armament Haki, roaring as it engulfed the disoriented Bill.
Thud
When it spat him out, it was already Bill's corpse. Then the fist intent dissipated completely.
Two punches to kill a Marine Vice Admiral—what satisfaction.
This was the first Vice Admiral officially declared dead!