Whoosh!
Dragon had just scrambled to his feet and hadn't even steadied himself when his vision blurred.
A tall figure instantly flashed before him, launching a sweeping kick aimed ruthlessly at his neck!
"Soru?! You're not a pirate! Who the hell are you?!" Dragon stared fixedly at the pirate Captain, who had a sinister gaze and a cruel, decisive fighting style, and was using the Six Powers. An inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
He desperately tried to recall where this feeling came from.
But before he could figure it out, his neck was struck by Guillaume's right leg.
Thump!
Accompanied by a faint cracking sound, Dragon was swept off the ground by the kick, spitting out a long trail of blood like a cannonball as he crashed diagonally into the second floor of a building on the adjacent street.
With a thunderous boom, the wall exploded and bricks flew everywhere.
Amidst the rolling dust, Dragon crashed through the roof like a tattered sack, being thrown even higher and further into the air.
There was another sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Dragon crashed into the small alley behind the house.
Guillaume smiled coldly and was about to walk over to end Dragon's life.
Suddenly his ears twitched, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
"Is this kid a cockroach? He's still not dead after that!"
"Soru!"
His figure vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already in the alley behind the house.
There was a large pool of blood on the ground.
At the far end of the alley, a battered figure was clutching his chest, stumbling and running wildly.
Dragon gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with shock and fury.
"I know who these guys are now!"
"They are... World Government agents!"
"They... are coming for me!!"
At this moment, no matter how slow Dragon might have been, he clearly felt the intense killing intent Guillaume and the others had toward him.
To kill him,
these guys disguised as pirates stopped acting altogether, directly dropping the robbery charade to pursue and kill him.
"I must escape!"
This thought surfaced in Dragon's mind.
It caused his adrenaline to surge as he sprinted forward with all his might.
Although his current strength was indeed not much,
compared to his son Luffy, who would go to sea at seventeen and take down the Shichibukai one after another, he was at most comparable to Kuro, whom Luffy defeated when he first set out.
Among the Six Powers, he had barely mastered Soru.
But as Garp's son, he had been trained to within an inch of his life by his strict father since childhood.
Dragon had still developed a cockroach-like constitution.
His physical techniques and attack power weren't enough,
but when it came to taking a beating, he was very experienced!
Guillaume's few strikes seemed fierce,
but he could still hold on!
"Leave a few people to continue looting and killing to muddy the waters; the rest of you, follow me!"
Guillaume pushed off the ground, his tall figure kicking up a gale in the narrow alley. He instantly covered dozens of meters and kicked toward Dragon's back from a distance.
Dragon felt his scalp tingle and turned back in horror, seeing a streak of white light flying toward him, carving two furrows into the walls on both sides of the alley.
"Rankyaku?"
He instinctively dove forward, but it was too late.
With a boom, he felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and his entire body flew forward dozens of meters.
The clothes on his back were slashed open, revealing a gruesome wound.
Seeing that he was about to hit the hard ground,
Dragon endured the sharp pain and performed a forward roll to dissipate the impact. After stumbling forward a dozen steps, he still managed to steady himself.
Taking advantage of the distance opened up between him and Guillaume again, he even turned around and gave Guillaume a bloody smile.
"I won't die here! My dream is to change this filthy world!"
"You lapdogs of the World Government! Go eat your grandpa's farts!"
He suddenly let out a furious roar, pushed off his feet, used Soru as well, and accelerated forward again.
"Escape? Do you think you can escape?"
Guillaume's gaze became completely ice-cold.
His already tall and thin body suddenly underwent a bizarre transformation.
His head elongated, his mouth protruded, and his two eyes bulged and turned outward, becoming two bowl-shaped compound eyes fixed to his face.
His waist narrowed, his arms extended, and with two metallic clangs, two bright curved blades ejected from his elbows, looking like two scythes.
His legs turned into slender arthropod limbs, with several sharp hooked feet clutching the ground. The tiny, sharp spines on them scratched dense cracks into the hard pavement.
Not only that,
two pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings spread out on his back, beating and flapping rapidly with a buzzing sound.
As Guillaume's body mutated,
in the next instant, he exploded with a shockwave at a speed far exceeding Soru, soaring directly into the sky from the ground. He turned into a blurred afterimage, chasing after Dragon at extreme speed!
"Zoan Bug-Bug Fruit! Mantis Form!"
With the wings on his back vibrating, Guillaume, flying at low altitude, wore a devilish, ferocious grin on his mantis-like face. He violently swung the scythes his hands had become toward Dragon's back.
"Blade Storm!"
"Swish, swish, swish!!"
One after another, flying slashes even stronger than the Rankyaku he had kicked earlier shot out like the wind from the scythes of his hands, cutting toward Dragon in an overwhelming barrage.
Feeling the crisis behind him, the sprinting Dragon gritted his teeth, dodging left and right while looking back. Seeing Guillaume transformed into a humanoid mantis, his heart sank to rock bottom.
"An Devil Fruit User! This guy is actually an Devil Fruit User!"
"Could it be... that I'm really going to die here?"
Puchi!
A sudden pain shot through his right shoulder as a spray of blood erupted.
A piece of flesh along with his clothes was sliced away by a sharp flying slash.
Slash!
Dragon felt a sharp pain in his back and fell forward.
Without waiting to hit the ground completely, he gritted his teeth and rolled forward.
Clang, clang, clang!!
Deep cracks exploded on the ground behind him.
The slashes followed him like a shadow.
Dragon scrambled forward on all fours, desperately dodging.
But the slashes Guillaume swung were simply too dense and swift.
Splat!
Another slash whistled through the air and cut into his right leg.
Dragon cried out in pain, his foot stumbled, and he finally collapsed. He sat on the ground in despair, looking at Guillaume flying in the sky, who was grinning ferociously as he raised his scythe-like hands toward him.
It looked as if countless slashes were about to tear him to pieces like a thousand cuts.
But just then, Guillaume, who was flying in the air, suddenly stopped his movements and slowly turned his head to look toward the coast on the right.
He seemed to have seen something, and an unprecedented light lit up in his compound eyes.
"Look! Look what I've found?!! That woman and that child! Could they be... the wife and child of Rocks D. Xebec?"
As an eyewitness to the Battle of God Valley,
Guillaume had once gone to that island as a guard for the Celestial Dragons.
At the hunting Competition that day, standing below the stage, he had personally seen the slaves of the Davy Clan being escorted onto the stage and introduced as point values.
And among the many slaves, the ones with the highest point value were a mother and son.
They were also members of the Davy Clan.
And they were the family of Rocks D. Xebec!
Rocks' wife and child!
The SSR-rank highest-tier 'Dashed Rabbits' that even Saint Figarland Gringo wanted to kill to earn points!