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Chapter 165 - Chapter 165: Giving the Descendants of the Creators a Physical Makeover

The remaining CP0 Agent abruptly halted, his pupils behind the mask contracting violently.

He immediately assumed a defensive stance, every muscle in his body tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.

On the high platform, the arrogant laughter on Saint Roswald's face choked in his throat.

He stared dumbfounded at Kane, who stood shielding Hancock. His brain, long atrophied by years of pampered privilege, took a full five seconds to process what had just happened.

"You... you dare attack this Saint's subordinate!"

Saint Roswald finally reacted, his fat finger trembling as he pointed downward.

"Are you rebelling?!"

"Saint Roswald, please mind your words."

Kane's tone was surprisingly calm.

"Boa Hancock is a registered personnel of the G-5 Branch, responsible for the base's financial auditing."

He spoke deliberately, each word clear and logical.

"According to the Navy Code, any non-military organization has no authority to forcibly remove key military personnel from a frontline fortress."

"My actions just now were merely to eliminate dangerous elements attempting to disrupt the base's operations."

This explanation was righteous and flawless.

"What bullshit code! This Saint's word is law!"

Saint Roswald completely lost it.

In Mary Geoise, even the Fleet Admiral had to be polite to him. Since when did a mere Admiral dare to defy him to his face?

"You useless trash! What are you standing around for? Seize that girl!"

He roared madly at the CP0 guards behind him.

Ten elite CP0 Agents instantly leaped down from the high platform, spreading out in mid-air using Moon Walk, surrounding Kane and Hancock.

All clad in identical black suits, all radiating the same icy killing intent.

"Admiral Kane, you have overstepped."

The lead CP0 Agent drew a specially crafted longsword, his voice devoid of inflection.

"Hand over the girl, kneel and beg forgiveness from Saint Roswald, and we can pretend this never happened."

Kane smiled.

"Make me kneel?"

He cracked his neck, a series of crisp popping sounds echoing from his bones.

He didn't look at the surrounding CP0 Agents, but instead fixed his gaze on Saint Roswald on the high platform.

"Your Excellency, let me confirm one last time."

"Are you certain... that here, on G-5's turf... you wish to use force against me, a Navy Admiral?"

This seemingly casual question was filled with utter contempt and provocation.

"You're nothing but a dog raised by the government!"

Saint Roswald was completely enraged. He yanked open the zipper of his protective suit and pulled out a flintlock pistol made of pure gold from his chest.

The dark muzzle pointed directly at Kane below.

"This Saint could kill you today, and that old fool Kong wouldn't dare utter a word! Kill him!"

"Very well."

The last trace of pretense vanished from Kane's eyes.

Boom!

Kane's figure vanished from his spot without warning, so fast that even Observation Haki could barely track his trajectory!

It was a pure explosion of physical power!

Clang!

The lead CP0 Agent's pupils contracted sharply. All he saw was a blur before him, and the shadow of death descended upon his head.

Instinctively, he raised his sword to block—the fastest defensive move of his entire life.

Yet, in the face of absolute power, all technique was futile.

A terrifying force surged through the blade. The specially crafted alloy longsword let out a mournful cry, instantly shattering into a cloud of iron dust!

Under the agent's horrified gaze, Kane's hand clamped down on his face.

"Too slow."

These were the last words this elite CP0 agent, with Vice Admiral-level strength, would ever hear.

Five fingers tightened abruptly, and pitch-black Armament Haki instantly hardened!

Crack!

A sickening sound of skull fracturing echoed. Before the agent could even scream, Kane pressed his head down and smashed it violently into the hard rock layer!

Boom!!

The earth trembled violently. A crater over three meters in diameter formed abruptly, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly in all directions.

The remaining eight agents were horrified, but their rigorous brainwashing and training kept them from retreating a single step. Instead, they simultaneously unleashed their strongest killing techniques!

"Finger Pistol: Rapid Fire!"

"Tempest Kick: Chaos!"

Countless sharp finger projectiles and vacuum slashes, accompanied by deadly whistling sounds, sealed off all of Kane's escape routes from every direction.

But Kane didn't even have the desire to dodge.

A layer of invisible Haki instantly covered his entire body.

Clang-clang-clang—thud-thud-thud!

All the attacks landed on Kane like raindrops on plantain leaves. Apart from numbing the agents' arms from the recoil, they didn't even manage to tear his crisp Navy Cloak.

"Is your Haki just child's play?"

Kane sneered, swinging his right arm in a simple, unadorned hand chop.

Haki refined to its utmost limits instantly left his body!

Squelch!

Two CP0 Agents on the right stiffened abruptly. In the next moment, they were cleanly severed at the waist, warm blood spraying into the air in a torrent!

Before the others could react, Kane delivered a low knee strike.

The knee contained explosive force enough to shatter a mountain peak, landing squarely on another agent's chest.

Thud—

The agent's sternum instantly shattered into a concave mess. His entire body flew backward like a cannonball, and even before he hit the ground, fragments of internal organs spewed out with a gush of blood. He died on the spot.

This was a one-sided slaughter without the slightest suspense.

In less than ten seconds.

Several elite CP0 agents, directly under the highest authority of the World Government, were all reduced to mutilated corpses in the deep pit under Kane's violent onslaught. Not a single one was left standing or breathing.

Kane leisurely pulled his foot out from the corpse of an agent, wiping the bloodstains from his polished leather shoe on the agent's pristine white suit.

Then, he slowly looked up toward the high platform.

Saint Roswald's hand holding the gun began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You… stay back!"

Peering through his bubble helmet at the man below, who walked up the steps like a god of slaughter, Saint Roswald's brain, stuffed with fat, finally surged with an emotion called fear.

He didn't understand!

He couldn't comprehend it at all!

Normally, just revealing his identity as a Celestial Dragon would force even the strongest monsters to obediently kneel and act like dogs!

How dare this Navy Admiral fight back?!

How dare he kill a member of the World Government?!

"Bang!"

In a state of extreme panic, Saint Roswald pulled the trigger.

The lead bullet spat fire, shooting toward Kane's forehead from point-blank range.

Kane didn't even blink.

The bullet slammed into an invisible barrier an inch away from his forehead, instantly flattened into a pancake-like disc, and fell powerlessly onto the stone steps.

Clink.

The sound was crisp.

Kane stopped and stood before Saint Roswald, looking down at the terrified pig from above.

"I am a descendant of the creators! I am a god!"

Saint Roswald screamed hysterically, raising his golden gun in an attempt to smash it into Kane's face.

"You lowly—"

Before he could finish.

Kane raised his right hand.

Without the slightest hesitation.

A trace of black Haki coated his palm.

A solid slap exploded fiercely across the world's most revered face!

Smack—BOOM!!

The crisp sound of the slap instantly transformed into a deafening blast of air!

The bubble helmet shattered into a shower of sparkling fragments the moment it made contact with his palm.

Saint Roswald's fat face twisted grotesquely under the immense force, several blood-stained molars spraying wildly from his mouth.

His bloated body flew backward like a pig struck head-on by a high-speed train.

His feet left the ground instantly, tumbling violently through the air as he was flung dozens of meters away.

Over the high platform, over the beach.

Finally, with a heavy thud, he crashed like a dead dog into a pile of supply crates on the shore, smashing a massive human-shaped dent into them!

Saint Roswald's body convulsed violently twice in the crater, his eyes rolled back, and he fell completely unconscious.

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