Chapter 44: Bite Then, Why Did You Stop Biting!

Buzz!

Before his palms even made contact, the fierce wind they stirred caused Ah Long's cheeks to cave inward; startled, Ah Long relied on his rich combat experience to shrink downward without a second thought.

Clumsy as it was, it actually worked.

Boom!

Where his head had been, air ripples surged; Ah Long felt his eardrums explode with a roar, and blood flowed from his nose.

He was terrified; had he hesitated for even half a second more, even if he didn't die, his head would have been flattened.

With no time to think, Siano, having missed with his first strike, did not separate his hands but instead slammed both palms downward, crashing straight toward the crown of Ah Long's skull.

"Damn human!" Ah Long's fear turned to rage; provoked into a frenzy, he suddenly opened his bloody maw wide and bit down on Siano's arm.

Oh?

Seeing Ah Long stop dodging, Siano narrowed his eyes slightly, intrigued, and actively thrust his right arm forward to meet the bite.

Looking for death!

Ah Long's gaze was ferocious.

Stupid human, daring to underestimate me so greatly, completely unaware that my sharpest weapon isn't the large saw-blade in my hand, but this mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth!

Crunch!

Accompanied by the familiar salty, fishy scent, a shattering sound suddenly rang out.

Ah Long grinned, but before he could display any triumph, he was horrified to discover that what had shattered wasn't Siano's arm, but his own teeth.

The gushing torrent of blood didn't come from slicing through Siano's muscle, but originated from his own gums.

"Bite then, keep biting."

Expressionless, Siano forcefully squeezed his arm deeper inside. "Why aren't you biting anymore?"

"Ugh... ugh!" Ah Long struggled desperately, trying to spit out this arm that felt like cast steel, but it was futile; he could only watch helplessly as the arm drew closer to his windpipe.

"I heard you can crush cannonballs fired from warships; why are you so weak today?"

Siano continued pressing inward, talking to himself. "Haven't eaten?"

"Then I'll give you my arm! It's all protein; replenish your nutrition, and won't you have strength then?"

The calm voice gradually filled with brutality.

Ah Long's eyes slowly rolled back; his entire lower jaw was stuffed and stretched to its limit, emitting faint cracking sounds as his skull began to split.

The powerful, muscular arm began to rotate back and forth inside his mouth.

The few remaining fangs, along with large chunks of flesh and skin, were washed and squeezed out like dirty clothes in a washing machine drum.

"Ugh...!"

Ah Long was nearly suffocating, his consciousness blurring; only the instinct for survival made him flail his claws wildly, scratching randomly at Siano's chest and arms.

But he couldn't even break the skin, leaving only faint scratch marks.

"Let go of Brother Ah Long!"

A furious roar suddenly came from behind as Choo, leading three Fish-Man officers, charged forward with swords, slashing down from the rear.

Siano glanced back.

It was strange; although they were charging voluntarily and even roaring, their facial expressions were written with fear and despair, remarkably resembling Captain Erwin.

Siano paid them no heed, too lazy to even look at them again.

Was that scene about to repeat itself?

Watching the terrifying back muscles drawing nearer and Siano's reckless attitude, Choo felt no joy in his eyes, only deeper despair.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how Hatchan's six swords, no matter how they were wielded, failed to pierce the opponent's defense.

Hatchan was the ship's foremost swordsman, and each of his six swords weighed three hundred kilograms; if even Hatchan couldn't do it, where did they get any chance?

But they simply couldn't abandon Brother Ah Long!

In the instant these thoughts raced through his mind, three swords slashed toward Siano's back from different directions, smoothly cutting into him.

They went in?!

Choo felt a mix of surprise and joy, but his expression quickly changed drastically.

No! The spots where these three swords inserted were merely wrinkles and gaps deliberately created by the opponent contracting his latissimus dorsi muscles!

Zing!

The next instant, the knotted muscles suddenly expanded outward, and the three sword blades shot backward in unison!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The three Fish-Men, unable to dodge in time, were instantly pinned dead against coconut trees, their necks pierced, with blood gurgling down the grooves of the bark.

No, no!

Ah Long caught sight of this scene through his blurred peripheral vision; overwhelmed with grief and rage, tears streamed down his face—

Run, run quickly! My foolish compatriots, can't you see? This human... no, this monster, is not something you can contend with!

"You... are crying?"

Siano looked at him with interest. "Watching this makes me feel pity; I almost wanted to let you off, but unfortunately, there's a good saying: crocodile tears are not worthy of sympathy."

He glanced toward the distance again.

The remaining Fish-Man pirates, seeing that the officers were nearly all dead and that even Ah Long was powerless to fight back, were thoroughly terrified; they turned and fled frantically toward the seaside, each wishing their parents had given them fewer legs.

Siano lowered his head and whispered softly into Ah Long's ear:

"Oh right, you're a shark; never mind, it's all roughly the same anyway, isn't it?"

The moment the words fell, he suddenly grabbed Ah Long's head, reversed his grip, and charged toward the Fish-Men fleeing madly in the direction of the dock!

He continuously activated "Soru"; the scenery on both sides rapidly receded under the continuous bursts of speed, while Ah Long's lower body constantly snapped the giant trees along the path, his consciousness rapidly dissipating.

Slap, arriving before the broken pier, Siano finally stopped.

Looking down indifferently, the purple Fish-Man in his hand had been dragged for hundreds of meters, carving a trench, his body a bloody mess, leaving a winding trail of blood on the rural muddy ground.

"Dead?"

Siano frowned slightly, unable to hide the loneliness and disappointment in his expression, "So you... really were only capable of this much?"

Until now, he hadn't even been able to make him exert his full strength and enjoy a proper fight.

Shaking his head, he tossed Arlong's corpse onto the beach as if discarding trash, then turned his gaze toward the fish-man pirates scrambling in panic to climb aboard the Shark Submerge.

"No good! That monster is chasing us!!"

A fish-man spotted him and let out a piercing shriek, "What are you waiting for? Run!"

"The ship still needs to turn; there's no time!"

"Then jump ship and swim away directly; in the sea, can he possibly catch up to us fish-men!"

Trying to escape through the sea?

Siano sneered coldly; he did not have the bad habit of failing to pull up weeds by the roots.

Moon Step!

His arches tensed as he stepped down on the ground; in merely an instant, he flickered and vanished, reappearing atop the high mast.

With an excellent field of view, every single fish-man pirate was clearly visible to his eyes.

Fish-men had already begun climbing over the railings on the starboard side to jump into the sea; expressionless, Siano raised his right arm, aiming his index finger at the back of one such figure's head.

Finger Pistol!

A shockwave erupted from his fingertip, instantly blasting that fish-man's head apart; without even glancing again, before the brains could even splash out, Siano had already aimed his fingertip at the next target...

The sea breeze blew past, its saltiness now wrapped in a heavy scent of blood.

Genzo's legs trembled as he cautiously looked around in all directions, stepping over scattered limbs and bloodstains until he reached the pier.

The scene here was much like the rural dirt road from earlier; beside the ship's hull, on the deck, and across the sea surface, fish-man corpses were floating everywhere.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be...

That figure who rushed past him earlier, soaring overhead toward the seaside, had already ended this battle entirely by his own power?

"Si... Siano?" Genzo cupped his hands into a trumpet shape and called out loudly in exploration, "Where are you! How is it? Are you alright?"

"I'm here, Uncle Genzo."

The voice came from above.

Only then did Genzo notice that atop the massive pirate ship, a figure sat motionless on the mast, lowering his eyes to silently overlook everything.

"Uncle, you seem to have arrived a bit late."

Siano lifted his head, revealing a face that was somewhat weary; this was not physical exhaustion, but the manifestation of finally relaxing after being mentally extremely tense for a long time.

Looking at the dumbfounded Genzo, he smiled slightly:

"I have killed all the pirates, leaving not one behind; it's a bit of a pity that I didn't give you, an officer, the chance to lend a hand."

(End of Chapter)