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Chapter 351: You Dirtied My Guitar
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Iori Yagami cast a cold glance at McCoco before walking past him.
The surrounding pirates didn't move since their boss hadn't signaled them to. No one else dared act.
Regardless, the na "Aloof Purple Iori Yagami" carried enough weight to intimidate the small fry and mid-tier officers.
If their captain hadn't insisted on coming, they wouldn't have dared approach.
Seeing Iori Yagami blatantly ignore him and walk away, McCoco felt his anger surge to his head.
Was he being completely underestimated?
In the end, it seed only strength could force submission.
Boom!
McCoco grabbed the bass guitar on Iori Yagami's back as he passed, his voice thick with fury.
"Want to leave? Then get past first. If you lose, you'll join my crew obediently, Iori Yagami!"
Gulp!
Unbeknownst to McCoco, who stood with his back to Iori,
The mont he seized the guitar, a blood-red glint flashed in Iori Yagami's eyes.
Though he didn't notice,
He could sense the atmosphere shifting ominously.
The man before him exuded a terrifying aura. The Cockroach Pirates encircling Iori felt a chill shoot from their feet to their hearts.
Especially those directly facing him in the circle—their bodies stiffened involuntarily.
Cold sweat trickled from their foreheads, dripping down their chins.
If they could speak,
They'd surely beg their boss to call it off.
But it was clearly too late now.
Even the onlookers in the distance could feel the oppressive tension in the air.
They instinctively stepped back, wary of getting caught in the crossfire.
After all, rumors painted the Aloof Purple Iori Yagami as aloof in deanor but utterly 'Wild' in battle.
Losing their lives just to watch the show would be a bitter regret.
If even the crowd could sense the anomaly,
McCoco, the strongest man present, naturally picked up on it too.
His body scread warnings at him, a growing sense of danger enveloping him.
This overwhelming dread made him hesitate, despite his earlier bravado.
"You dirtied my guitar!"
Iori Yagami's voice was calm, but that very calmness sent a shiver through McCoco.
Yet soon, the fear gave way to sha.
What a joke! he roared inwardly. He was a man destined to beco the Pirate King—how could a single sentence scare him?
"I—"
He managed one word, intending to continue,
But his voice ca out hoarse. Only then did he realize his throat had gone bone-dry without him noticing.
"Cough, cough..."
McCoco coughed twice to clear his throat, preparing to speak again.
But the red glint in Iori Yagami's eyes had already reached its peak. The man had declared war on him—and dared to dirty his guitar.
If that was the case,
Then let the slaughter begin!
Purple flas illuminated the faces of all the onlookers.
They watched as the man, who had been stopped from leaving, erupted with countless purple flas spilling from his body,
Engulfing the Cockroach Pirates.
"Aaahhh..."
Piercing screams echoed incessantly from within the hazy flas.
In just over ten seconds, the dazzling purple glow began to fade, and the flas dissipated.
The hundred or so ferocious pirates who had stood there monts ago now lay sprawled on the ground—even the great pirate Cockroach McCoco, a rare sight in their eyes, was no exception.
A chaotic pile of bodies, twisted limbs, and red blood flowing like a river.
From their wretched state, it was clear they were either dead or so gravely injured they could no longer fight.
"How is this possible? Cockroach McCoco, a great pirate with an 83 million Berry bounty, went down so easily..."
"It's not just him—there were two other pirates in that crew with bounties around 30 million Berries. This guy basically wiped out the entire Cockroach Pirates in such a short ti, with no resistance. They're not even on the sa level!!"
"So brutal—are they all dead? That man's terrifying!!"
Witnessing this cruel scene, the crowd instinctively stepped back in unison. So were so frightened they hurriedly left, not daring to linger.
When Iori Yagami struck, he showed no rcy. His attacks in battle were always aid at taking lives.
Whether his opponents survived afterward depended entirely on their own resilience...
"So this is the Aloof Purple Iori Yagami? Impressive, though his thods are a bit ruthless."
Among the onlookers, Garp—the legendary Marine who had co to the island drawn by a powerful presence—watched the skirmish alongside his adjutant.
Upon arriving, he recognized the red-haired man in strange attire.
A rising star who'd gained fa in a short ti, hailed by the World Economy News Agency as a potential contender for the top ranks of the sea.
Though there was a hint of hype and exaggeration, it had catapulted Iori Yagami to prominence.
Famous in re days, even Garp had heard so rumors about him.
Now, seeing the young man in action, Garp didn't fully approve of his life-taking combat style.
Yet his love for talent outweighed that. These were vicious pirates anyway—nothing too significant.
What Garp wanted most now was to recruit him.
A lone wanderer, not a pirate, with great strength and youth—by all accounts, a pri candidate.
Faced with such a person, Garp couldn't resist trying to bring him into the fold.
At that mont, Iori Yagami wiped the spot on his guitar where McCoco had touched it.
The act of cleaning his guitar amidst a blood-soaked scene felt jarringly out of place.
Under the crowd's gaze, he finished, slung the guitar onto his back, and began to walk away.
Watching his departing figure, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief.
So shifted their attention to the fallen pirates—whether dead or rely injured.
That man might not care for their bounties, but they did. Those heads were money!
"Hahaha, hold on, kid!"
A sudden voice from the crowd startled everyone.
That killing machine was finally leaving, and now soone dared call him back? The last guy who tried that was lying in a pool of blood! Who was this reckless fool?
As the crowd turned to look, they saw a Marine in a dog-head hat and another Marine step out.
The legendary Vice Admiral Garp!
With just one glance, many recognized him. A forr icon of the Marines, few didn't know his face.
For such a big shot to show up here—could he be here to recruit the Aloof Purple too?
The crowd's imaginations ran wild.
( End of this Chapter )
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