The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 195 - 97: You Damn Thief

"Kill them!"

"They escaped!!"

"Damn it!! Take them out!!"

"They're still wearing Seastone Cuffs! Their strength is weakened!!"

"Get them!!"

Roars and murderous intent surged from every direction like a rising tide. Beasts Pirates swarmed toward Darren and Bullet, weapons in hand, shouting as they surrounded the two escapees.

The sheer number of enemies kicked up a storm of dust across the brown earth, forming a suffocating wave of bodies that closed in, forming an impenetrable ring around them.

There was no way out.

"Never thought I'd be fighting back-to-back with a Marine."

Bullet cracked his knuckles, his aura rising steadily. Crimson brutality clouded his eyes, and his wild golden hair whipped in the gusts rushing in with the chaos.

Darren took an offensive stance. The Seastone Cuffs clinked loudly as he smirked coldly.

"Just don't slow me down."

As the pirates rushed in from every side, Darren and Bullet stood back-to-back, grinning with reckless glee.

One second.

Two seconds.

Just as the pirates swung their clubs and axes, grinning viciously—

"Ikuso!!"

With a sharp glare, both Darren and Bullet exploded into motion.

Darren sidestepped a descending greatsword, then in a flash, seized the pirate's throat.

The chain of his Seastone Cuffs wrapped around the man's neck—

"Beasts, huh? Let me show you what a real beast looks like."

He yanked violently.

The chains constricted with lethal force. The pirate's face went pale.

SWOOSH!

His head shot into the air, blood spraying like a geyser onto Darren's black uniform.

And then—

A dozen weapons crashed down on him.

CLANG CLANG CLANG!!

But instead of blades slicing flesh, metal clanged against steel.

The pirates froze. Their eyes widened.

A warhammer slammed into Darren's head—and only managed to tilt it slightly.

Blades shattered upon his back with a CRACK, shards flying.

Spiked clubs got stuck around his neck—and didn't move an inch.

"Monster..."

"That's... the 'Steel Body'..."

"Just like Kaido-sama's physique!!"

"How is this even possible!?"

Despair swept through the pirates.

Then Darren smiled.

"Are you done? Then it's my turn."

He surged forward, crashing into the stunned pirates.

Elbows, chokes, knees, punches, sweeps, and throat strikes—Darren unleashed the most refined, lethal hand-to-hand combat on the seas.

A fusion of standard Marine martial arts and battlefield killing techniques.

Attack.

Attack.

Attack.

No defense. No dodging.

Every strike from the pirates landed on Darren—but none slowed him down. None even fazed him.

Bullets struck his body and bounced off.

Even a portable grenade launcher fired at point-blank range only made him stagger slightly—before he emerged from the smoke like a demon.

In contrast, Darren's attacks were simple. Brutal. Pure.

Not one pirate could survive more than a second.

A single blow crushed hearts. Tore off limbs. Twisted heads from bodies.

Where Darren passed, blood painted the ground. Corpses littered the battlefield.

The pirates approaching to reinforce the encirclement stopped, trembling.

"Oi, oi, oi—are you guys just scratching him?"

Bullet frowned.

He dodged an axe from the left, seized a pirate's head—and slammed it into the ground.

BOOM!!

The earth exploded beneath the blow, stones flying.

Unlike Darren's all-out madness, Bullet's style was measured, efficient.

Though his body was superhuman, his physical defense wasn't nearly as insane as Darren's.

Not to mention—he was still missing one arm.

Even so, his offense was overwhelming.

He darted through the crowd like a force of nature, sending pirate after pirate flying, blood and limbs scattering.

No flashy Haki surges.

No earth-shattering power.

Only raw, close-range violence.

Every part of his body was a weapon. Every instinct honed to kill.

At that moment—

Darren and Bullet were drenched in blood.

Grinning like madmen as they carved their way through.

As if only this brutality proved they were truly alive.

—

Far from the prison.

Faster!!

He had to go faster!!

Beneath the earth, Senor's bloodshot eyes blazed as he swam through waves of subterranean moisture. His limbs churned frantically, leaving a deep trail in the soil.

He didn't put the Seastone Cuffs key in his pocket—it was clenched tightly between his teeth.

He avoided deep-diving to stay faster. Subterranean pressure would've slowed him and drained his strength.

Faster!!

He could already see the prison built against the mountainside. He could see pirates swarming two lone figures.

Lord Darren and Bullet!

They broke out!?

Senor hesitated—then bit down harder.

No one had stopped him so far. The prison was under siege.

He realized immediately: Lord Darren had risked everything—his life—to create this window of opportunity!

And then—

"You damn thief!! You stole my key!!"

A furious bellow boomed behind him, the sound so heavy it struck like a tidal wave.

"You're dead!!"

RUMBLE RUMBLE—

Thunderous footsteps closed in fast. Senor looked back—and his blood ran cold.

A hulking figure in black-and-white overalls roared like an unleashed beast, stomping the ground into clouds of dust.

Charging like an unstoppable war chariot—

Ancient Zoan. Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Model: Brachiosaurus.

All-Star of the Beasts Pirates—Queen the Plague!!

He's caught up!!

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To be continued...