The barrel was split in the middle, the blade was as smooth as a mirror, the surrounding Marines were cut in half, the flesh and blood spilled on the ground, and the jagged blade was hooked with bloody intestines. Arlong's small eyes suddenly shrank into vertical lines, he turned around and pointed his sword at the Marines on the deck.
His military uniform was stained with blood, his calf pants were torn into rags, and his black leather shoes were densely covered with fine lines as if they would be scrapped at any time. He stood at the stern of the ship, and behind him was a huge floating "corpse". The reflection of the red seawater seemed to be the background, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of Arlong's eyes.
"You are not a Marine from the 16th branch!" Arlong glanced at the "153" characters painted on the hull of the two Battleships on the shore, and his brows wrinkled.
"Navy Branch 153, Yarlin!" Yarlin glanced at the various corpses on the deck. He faintly looked at the Marine behind him. He was holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand, and the rank of Lieutenant Colonel hanging on his shoulder. He grinned and said: "At the request of the 16th branch, I came to support the elimination of the Fishman pirates."
"Humph!" Arlong swung his arm, causing the blade to tremble violently. Blood, flesh, and intestines hanging from the blade exploded and sprayed towards Arlong. Arlong sneered and stomped heavily on the deck, slashing horizontally. "The navy will all die!"
Snap!
Yarlin broke a section of the mast that was smashed on the deck. He weighed it in his hand and swept it in front of him, sweeping away the flesh and blood. He swung it in a circle in front of him and stabbed it.
With a crackling sound, the wooden mast was broken into pieces. The sawdust was flying, and the sawtooth blade slashed horizontally. The wind from the blade blew the hair on his forehead. The direction of the airflow was stirred, the shape of the wood dregs, and the trajectory of the blade. Everything was reflected in Yarlin's pupils. He didn't change his expression. He gently turned his body sideways, and his hands were like a poisonous snake suddenly showing its fangs. One hand grabbed Arlong's wrist, and the other hand made a fist and punched Arlong's throat.
"You're courting death!"
Arlong looked at the palm facing the long knife, and the corner of his mouth hooked up cruelly. With a twist of his wrist, the serrated blade trembled violently and made a "sizzling" sound. The slanted angle of the blade was about to cut off Yarlin's wrist.
At the same time, he stared coldly at the fist coming towards him. His thick neck exerted force, and his head seemed to drop two inches. His long and sharp nose was like a bone-piercing blade.
"You're the one courting death …"
Yarlin chuckled. The five fingers on his left hand opened up, and black threads gushed out from between his fingers. They were like wisps of fishing willow branches, and were brushed by the sawtooth without any resistance. The black threads were blown away by the airflow, and the blade slid and changed its trajectory uncontrollably.
The blade that was supposed to slash at Yarlin's wrist swept past, and Arlong was driven by inertia. His arm that could not change direction in time slammed into Yarlin's open palm. The scene looked extremely strange, as if Yarlin had already calculated everything. He opened his claws and waited for Arlong's hand to fall into the tiger's claws.
The five fingers closed, and the steel-like fingertips pierced through the skin and flesh like a switchblade, locking the bones of the hand. Arlong immediately screamed, and the long knife fell out of his hand. The blade stabbed into the deck diagonally. He subconsciously tried to pull back his arm, but he only felt a huge force that seemed to be locked by steel. He could not move at all. Instead, the pain that seeped into his bone marrow was transmitted back.
His face was distorted. He saw Yarlin's face on the opposite side show a cold smile, followed by a sour nose. The sound that made one's teeth ache seemed to be echoing directly in one's mind. The sharp sawtooth shark nose seemed to have pierced a steel plate.
The back of his fist cracked open, and half of the tip of the nose pierced straight through. If it was an ordinary person, the whole fist might have been pierced and sawed off, but the hardness and toughness of Yarlin's bones and muscles were far beyond that of ordinary people. It was like a reinforced iron bone. How could Arlong's nose pierce through it?
The sawtooth nose pierced through the muscles and stuck on the bones of the back of the hand, like a nail nailed into a steel plate. It was impossible to pull it out easily.
Arlong shook his head hard and pulled his nose. Yarlin's hand was tightly clenched, and his muscles strained. Blood overflowed and dyed the whole palm red, but he did not care at all. He just gently clenched his fist.
In the creaking sound, Arlong could not bear it at all. His whole head also followed the rotation. He felt that his nose seemed to be forcibly broken, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
Yarlin was unmoved, but when his fist clenched to a certain extent, he suddenly stopped, and then suddenly twisted in the opposite direction. At the same time, he suddenly raised his knee and hit Arlong's chest.
Crack!
There was an unbearable soreness in his nose, and his head seemed to explode. Arlong's neck was stiff and fixed, and then a strong force hit him. There was an invading tearing pain on his wrist, and his whole body flew out.
Ah Long felt that his head was heavy. As soon as he breathed, the feeling of soreness and numbness in his nasal cavity engulfed his whole head. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. In his sight, his nose was broken.
"It hurts … It hurts!"
The pain of his broken nose took all his attention. He winked and howled for a while, then raised his head and stared at Yarlin with his small eyes full of hatred.
"It's really hard!"
Yarlin looked at Arlong indifferently. He pulled out the bone on his back bit by bit, and the whole deformed sawtooth nose. Then he held it in his other palm and looked at it, and threw it on the deck. Under Arlong's twitching eyelids, he stepped on it and crushed it.
Hate!
He couldn't wait to peel off Yarlin's skin and swallow his bones. However, at the same time, Yarlin's cruel and ruthless action also brought a great sense of oppression to Arlong. A fear that he did not want to admit rose in his heart.
Powerful! Cold! Cruel!
Arlong met Arlen's indifferent gaze, and his heart shuddered. He slowly raised his left hand. There were five bloody gashes on his wrist, extending from his wrist to his palm and the back of his hand. His flesh and blood seemed to have been ripped off, revealing the eerie white bone beneath. Arlong's heart throbbed with pain.
He tried to clench his fist, and felt that the bones inside seemed to have cracks. With a little force, they would be completely broken, making his heart sink again.
"Obediently surrender, and I'll spare your life!" Yarlin opened and closed his five fingers, gently moving his wrist. He met Arlong's vicious eyes and sneered: "With a broken hand, what are you going to use to fight me?"
"Even if I only have one hand left, I can still swallow you alive!" Ah Long roared, his face full of blue veins and muscles trembling. He used his intact palm to press against his lips and teeth, and took out a circle of teeth. He grabbed it in his hand and squeezed it until it made a crunching sound.
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