Chapter 213: Undersea Paradise: Fish-Man Island

Fish-man Arong is an extreme racist who believes fish-men are inherently superior to humans and harbors indiscriminate hatred toward all humans.

Arong simply couldn't believe that such a powerful human could exist out on the sea: if he sank Marineford, why not pierce the sky?

"It wasn't just sinking Marineford."

Arong grinned widely.

"I knew it—how could it possibly…"

"He obliterated Marineford in a single strike. Not a single fragment of the island remained."

Tegu had visited the ruins of Marineford more than once; every time he saw the lingering purple thunder vortex, his very soul trembled.

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's destructive power was nothing short of a human body rivaling a god.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a fish-man.

If a fish-man could produce such a powerful figure, humanity would never again oppress them.

Octopus Hachi took up the conversation.

"Arong, it's true."

"Last time I went to the Sabaody Archipelago to visit Lei Li, everyone on the island was talking about it."

"Prince Saint Saint Saiwen's bounty is the highest among all living pirates on the sea. We absolutely cannot provoke such a figure."

Arong still refused to yield.

"It's definitely fake news."

"What strength could a nineteen-year-old human possibly have? We fish-men are the strongest race on the sea."

Tegu and Jinpachi exchanged glances, both seeing deep resignation in each other's eyes—Arong's mouth was the only thing tougher than his body.

If it were just his mouth, that would be fine.

But Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen was currently visiting Fish-Man Island; even the slightest mistake could turn Fish-Man Island into the next Marineford.

"Jinpachi, hold Arong down."

If the underling won't listen, just beat him a few more times and lock him up without food for a few days.

After successfully locking Arong inside the Seastone cage, Tegu turned to his comrades.

"Hachi, you stay here and watch Arong."

"Jinpachi, we split into two groups—one to Fish-Man Street, the other to Mermaid Street—to maintain order."

As the saying goes: a man's name is his shadow.

Tegu knew: Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's reputation was not granted by his Celestial Dragon status, but earned bit by bit through bloodshed on the sea.

His key victories are verifiable.

He passed through the Navy's two Marineford Purge fleets unscathed, wiped out over ten thousand pirates on the Hive Island, and destroyed Marineford—all were witnesses.

Provoking such a figure brings no benefit to Fish-Man Island whatsoever, only annihilation.

Jinpachi patted his chest and assured him.

"Don't worry, boss."

Jinpachi fully understood Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's terror—the Emperor of the Sea who wiped out islands at will was no kind-hearted man.

Tegu clapped Jinpachi on the shoulder; unlike the stubborn little brother Arong, Jinpachi was steady in action.

"Remember this: no mistakes must occur before Prince Saint Saint Saiwen leaves Fish-Man Island."

The Tegu Brothers' Group split in two, heading to the most chaotic districts to assist the kingdom's guards in maintaining order,

Leaving only Hachi sitting outside the Seastone cage, unable to look directly at Arlong who had been taken into custody.

In the Tegu Brothers' Group, Tegu was the leader, Jinpachi the second-in-command, Aladdin the third, then Arong, Hachi, and other fish-men.

But since Hachi couldn't beat Arong, his voice carried even less weight.

"Hachi, let me out right now."

"Hachi, I'll just go take a look."

…

Sabaody Archipelago Shipyard.

As the eastern sky turned pale with dawn, the Donghai Dihuang, moored at the glaze-coated shipyard, had been coated with a glaze-like film.

Even after watching the shipwrights apply the glaze all night, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen still found it utterly incredible.

After four and a half years at sea, the Donghai Dihuang had never dived into the deep sea—clearly, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen was deeply averse to the deep ocean.

He simply felt no sense of security.

At this moment, the carefree Barret and Yuzhi Xiliu had returned to the deck, teaching the fifteen-year-old Lachi Lu the ways of the Pleasure Street.

Things like milky-white Xuezi, wasp-waisted, round-hipped women… made Lachi Lu swallow saliva frantically.

He even forgot to eat the lamb leg in his hand.

"Hey hey hey, you two have had enough." Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen finally spoke up: "Don't corrupt the child."

"Hey, hey, hey, you two have had enough." Saint Saint Saiwen spoke up to stop them: "Don't corrupt the child."

Just then, Rossyndi arrived late.

"Captain, I bought some food."

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen did not expose Rossyndi's secret phone call to Zhen Guo on the Pleasure Street last night.

A son checking in with his father was only natural.

As long as Rossyndi remained in the Morningstar Crew, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen could use this to pressure Admiral Zhen Guo: "Admiral Zhen, you wouldn't want…"

As long as Corazon remains in the Morning Star Corps for a single day, Saint Saint Saiwen can use this to blackmail Fleet Admiral Sengoku: "Sengoku-san, you wouldn't want..."

"Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, you take the helm."

Saint Saint Saiwen clearly remembered: the last time he descended with Roger's crew to Fish-Man Island, he never left a single step away from the ship's doctor, Uncle Crocas.

This time, it's best to let Barrett take the helm first, so we don't wreck the ship and kill everyone from panic once we enter the deep sea.

Though he has Lunaian blood, he won't drown, but he also can't move in seawater.

In fact, everyone else besides Barrett stands a very high chance of drowning.

"Fine." Barrett didn't think twice.

Over the past half-year, Barrett challenged Saint Saint Saiwen more than a hundred and fifty times… with a win rate of zero.

It was precisely because of the good food and drink, and the sparring partner, that Barrett rarely caused trouble.

With days like these, who needs a bicycle?

The Donghai Dihuang set sail, leaving the dock, and as it entered the deep sea, its hull began to sink until it was completely beneath the ocean surface.

At this moment, the ship and Saint Saint Saiwen and the others were wrapped in a waterproof membrane, forming a bubble that isolated them from the seawater.

Gently reaching out to poke the transparent bubble, Saint Saint Saiwen suddenly felt a strong urge to try—how exactly did the Lunaians survive in extreme environments?

Whether it was a suicidal impulse or just the psychology of taking a risk, Saint Saint Saiwen was extremely, extremely tempted.

"Ten thousand meters underwater should… be fine."

Grabbing the mast, he poked the bubble several times in succession, then wrapped his fingers in red-black lightning…

"Hey hey hey!" Barrett shouted urgently.

"Even taking a risk requires knowing when to act."

By the time Barrett spoke to stop him, it was too late—he could only watch helplessly as Saint Saint Saiwen, as if nothing had happened, was exposed to the seawater.

Just as Barrett was about to raise the Donghai Dihuang back to the surface, he suddenly saw Saint Saint Saiwen blinking his eyes, signaling: It's fine, keep diving.

"You damn weirdo."

Barrett grumbled outwardly, but inwardly he marveled: Could strength reach a point where extreme environments no longer affected you?

Otherwise, how could he explain that Bai Mao, despite being a Devil Fruit user, remained unharmed in seawater?

He could only not move.

Would he ever have a chance to beat Bai Mao in this lifetime?

As Barrett reflected, Saint Saint Saiwen confirmed that Lunaian blood indeed allowed him to breathe underwater.

But because the Devil Fruit was despised by the sea, Saint Saint Saiwen could only maintain breathing, not normal movement.

In short,

With equipment that completely isolated him from seawater, he could move normally in the deep sea.

Saint Saint Saiwen quickly opened the trading platform to search.