When Ryuunosuke casually waved his hand, Uvogin's eyes lit up with excitent.
Cracking his knuckles, he stepped forward with a smirk.
"I hope you little bastards can make this grandpa break a sweat!" he shouted. "Co on, show what you've got!"
With a sudden stomp, Uvogin launched himself forward. The ground beneath him cracked with a thunderous boom, spiderweb patterns spreading across the stone floor from the sheer force.
Before the King's Army or their legion commanders could react, he was already in their faces.
Bang!
Uvogin grabbed two commanders by the heads and smashed them together like coconuts.
Skulls cracked. Bodies fell.
Just like that—they were dead.
"You filthy commoners dare to resist the King's Army?! Do you have any idea what you're doing?"
"Kill all the n! Show no rcy!"
"It seems we've been far too lenient..."
One of the remaining legion commanders tried to sound fierce, but his trembling voice betrayed him.
He had seen Uvogin power firsthand. He knew they were no match.
Still, backing down now would only lead to a massacre. Bluffing was all they had left—and it wasn't going to work.
Because they had picked the wrong opponent.
This wasn't so back-alley thug.
This was Uvogin of the Phantom Troupe, Second Division mber of the Dragon Hunter Pirates—a walking calamity with fists like wrecking balls.
The rest of the Dragon Hunter Pirates advanced calmly, ignoring the panicked royal soldiers. Uvogin led the charge, a force of nature leaving nothing but corpses in his wake.
In just one minute, hundreds of soldiers had been reduced to lifeless bodies.
Most of them never even saw what killed them.
"Uvogin's... terrifying," Nojiko murmured, eyes wide in awe.
She'd always seen Uvogin goofing around on the ship, almost like a little brother.
During training, everyone seed strong, but she hadn't realized just how strong.
Now?
Now she understood. Completely.
"They're all incredibly powerful," Najenda said, stepping beside her with a smile. She placed a reassuring hand on Nojiko's shoulder.
"But rember—our strength is only ant for enemies."
anwhile, news of the slaughter had already reached the royal palace through nearby spies.
"They dared attack the royal army of the Kingdom of Neroost?! Your Majesty, we must send reinforcents at once!"
"No one insults the kingdom and walks away alive!"
"I've heard so of them are beautiful won... we'll make them pay with their bodies!"
A chorus of arrogant nobles erupted in outrage, each one louder and more disgusting than the last.
King Silman remained seated, stroking his chin with a pensive expression.
"Your Majesty," one of the more level-headed ministers began cautiously, "our kingdom may be strong among the allied nations, but these attackers—sothing doesn't sit right."
"Perhaps we should identify them before taking any rash action."
But the other nobles scoffed in disdain.
"Weaklings like you are the reason we haven't conquered half the world!"
"If not for cowards sitting in high places, we would've expanded long ago!"
"Yes, always hiding behind caution!"
What they failed to realize was that this so-called weakness—the ministers' cautious diplomacy—was the only thing preserving the fragile stability of their kingdom.
But these nobles, drunk on power and luxury, cared little for balance. They only wanted more: more wealth, more slaves, more control.
Suddenly, a spy burst into the throne room, panting heavily and ignoring every protocol.
"Y-Your Majesty... urgent news!"
"What is the aning of this rudeness?!"
The guards and ministers tried to stop him, but the spy didn't care.
"The attackers… they're from the Dragon Hunter Pirates! Their captain is here. The one who struck earlier—it was Uvogin, Second Division mber!"
Silence.
The palace, once full of shouting and mockery, went still.
The Dragon Hunter Pirates.
Just five words—and the entire room turned to stone.
"I… I need to return to my estate right away, urgent business," one noble stamred.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I suddenly feel unwell…"
"Your Majesty, I must—"
"Guards!" King Silman roared. "Kill anyone who tries to leave the palace. I don't care who they are!"
The nobles froze.
They knew he ant it.
If they so much as took a step toward the exit, they'd be skewered.
"Y-Your Majesty, this is madness!" one cried.
"We're talking about the Dragon Hunter Pirates," another noble whispered, barely holding back tears. "We'll be wiped out if we stay!"
"You want to flee?" Silman snapped. "We are allies of the World Governnt. How can we abandon our pride just because of pirates?!"
To the rest of the room, Silman might have looked like a dignified king.
But to the ministers who knew him best, this was nothing but an act.
Silman was a scher—he was likely trying to trap the nobles here while he plotted his own escape.
"BOOM!"
The palace doors exploded inward.
"We need to contact the World Governnt…" one minister began.
"Then let save you the trouble," a voice echoed from the dust.
Bang!
Ryuunosuke stepped through the debris with a grin, completely relaxed, as if he were visiting an old friend.
If the spies had arrived this fast, it was only natural the Dragon Hunter Pirates weren't far behind.
The guards? The strongest one had just been slamd face-first into the marble by Uvogin.
The nobles trembled.
Even the king couldn't hide his fear—his legs were shaking so badly he tried to fake it as a casual bounce.
"You'd best do what our captain says," Chrollo added as he stepped forward, his voice calm but chilling.
With a wave of his hand, massive spectral fish shimred into view, their forms casting eerie shadows across the hall.
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