I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 026

The central arena of God Valley was inlaid with twelve tons of gold. Celestial Dragon A was poking a diamond-studded whip into an iron cage. “Crawl faster, you filthy fish-man!” Inside the cage, a fish-man girl, covered in whip marks, mechanically moved her tail fin, which oozed light pink blood foam.

“Father, look!” A young Celestial Dragon suddenly shrieked, pointing at the sky. Three winged human slaves, their wings chained, were falling from a hundred meters up—this was the Celestial Dragons’ favorite “Birds Falling to Earth” show. The audience erupted in cheers, and Celestial Dragons wearing bubble-head masks scrambled to bet on which slave would splat into a pulp first.

“Boring.” Celestial Dragon B yawned, then suddenly raised a pistol and shattered one of the slaves’ knees. “Now that’s interesting!”

Along the sides of the marble corridor were live “exhibits”: a giant child with doll limbs sewn onto him, a mermaid songstress wearing a jeweled collar, her vocal cords already severed.

“This is the grand finale of tonight’s auction.” The attendant respectfully pulled back the red silk. Inside the cage huddled three Mink Tribe cubs. “They glow on the night of the full moon, perfect for a bedside lamp.”

Roger and his crew were in the third cave under the west cliff, using their Observation Haki to scan God Valley. Not a single one of them was without anger.

Roger and Rayleigh felt it most deeply. Their Observation Haki was the best, and they saw the most. Rayleigh perceived faint auras, life fluctuations more terrified and despairing than any adult.

Screams echoed through the jungle, one after another. Twenty slaves had been thrown into a trap-filled hunting ground. Bells were tied around their necks, and numerical codes were carved into their wrists.

“The rules are simple~” The host announced to the Visual Den Den Mushi. “Noble sirs will hunt with special bullets. Hit the numbered part to win the corresponding prize!” He kicked a prize box at his feet, filled with Devil Fruits and slave contracts.

“Number 7! I want to hit Number 7’s left eye!” Smoke billowed from a Celestial Dragon’s gun. A hundred meters away, a wail sounded, and a female Longarm Tribe member fell, clutching her profusely bleeding eye. The Visual Den Den Mushi’s pupils contracted, transmitting the scene to the live broadcast screens in Mary Geoise.

Rayleigh felt like he was going crazy. This was his first true encounter with Celestial Dragons. Although he had seen their cruelty in the manga, both his past life’s values and his current life’s observations gave Rayleigh one answer: “They all deserve to die. How dare they toy with others’ lives so casually?”

He now wished he could go out and kill them all. Rocks was cruel, but how much better were the Celestial Dragons? Neither was any good.

At God Valley’s port, the Marine flag suddenly spontaneously combusted. From the bluish-green flames emerged a figure draped in a captain’s coat. Rocks D. Xebec took a step.

“Garp—!” His roar shattered all the glass along the coast. “Are you bringing your toy soldiers to their deaths?”

Fifty warships in the harbor simultaneously turned their cannons, but the soldiers in the front row suddenly knelt—their shadows pinned to the ground by some force. Wang Zhi emerged from the shadows, his blade tip carrying the head of a Marine Vice Admiral. “Our captain is asking a question.”

The Marines’ proud steel frontline was like paper in front of the Rocks Pirates.

The wreckage of ten top-tier warships burned on the sea.

“Is this the World Government’s confidence?” Rocks crushed a Vice Admiral candidate’s helmet, his sole grinding the other’s bloody face. “You can’t even make me warm up.”

Rocks was barely held back by Garp, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that Garp couldn’t hold on for much longer.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, nine God’s Knights appeared, marching in neat formation.

They wore pure white capes, with the Celestial Dragon hoof print embroidered on their chests. The aura of each was as vast as the sea (tsk, ptooey).

The leading knight commander, Saint Garling, held a Western sword wrapped in Conqueror’s Haki, its tip pointed directly at Rocks.

“Rocks D. Xebec, your crimes end today.”

Rocks grinned, revealing his stark white teeth. “Just you pack of watchdogs?”

Before his words finished, Whitebeard had already stepped forward, Murakumogiri imbued with the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, striking down fiercely!

“Quake Quake: Heaven Breaker!”

“Boom—!!!”

Three God’s Knights didn’t even have time to draw their swords before they were sent flying hundreds of meters by the shockwave, their armor shattered, blood gushing.

Saint Garling’s pupils constricted. “What?!”

“Hey, hey, hey, it seems you’ve ignored us.”

The Rocks Pirates were a crew forged by Rocks’ absolute strength. As long as Rocks didn’t fall or show signs of defeat, their cohesion was very strong. Similarly, if Rocks fell, they would instantly disintegrate.

Silver Axe Wang Zhi also took down two knights.

“Shadow Bind: Hanging.”

“Crack!”

With the sound of shattering bones, two knights fell to their knees, their necks directly severed by the axe, utterly devastating.

Charlotte Linlin stood atop Zeus the thundercloud, laughing wildly as she plunged down. “Mama Mama~ Your souls are mine!”

The youngest God’s Knight had just raised his shield when he was swallowed whole by Zeus. His screams abruptly ceased.

In just three seconds, more than half of the nine God’s Knights were lost!

Saint Garling’s expression finally changed.

He swung his sword fiercely, a Conqueror’s Haki-infused slash aimed directly at Rocks’ throat!

Rocks didn’t dodge, grabbing the blade with one hand. Black and red lightning exploded in his palm!

“Too slow.”

“Crack!”

The replica of the first generation Kitetsu was crushed by Rocks’ bare hand!

Before Saint Garling could react, Rocks’ other hand had already gripped his throat, lifting him high.

“So-called God’s Knights…”

Rocks grinned menacingly, his fingers slowly tightening.

“Are nothing but dogs raised by Celestial Dragons!”

“Bang!”

Saint Garling was slammed hard into the ground, spiderweb cracks spreading for a hundred meters.

Garp completely ignored the God’s Knights. His only opponent was Rocks. If others came seeking death, he wouldn’t care.

The remaining veteran knights could only fight the Rocks Pirates’ executives to a stalemate. For a moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie calm. It was impossible for the Rocks Pirates’ executives to fight with their lives on the line.

When Rocks punched Garp away and turned to look in the direction of the auction house, he saw a sight that pleased him—

The pirates had already broken through the Marine’s defenses. The entire Celestial Dragon viewing platform, those “gods” who had once been high above, were now scurrying around like headless chickens.

“Interesting.” Rocks licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Let’s pull these gods off their pedestals.”

Garp seized the opportunity to land an iron fist on Rocks’ face, but Rocks caught his wrist with a backhand. “Brat, you’re distracted.”

“Bang!”

Rocks’ knee slammed hard into Garp’s abdomen. The Marine Hero spat out a mouthful of blood.