Chapter 142: He Didn't Make It Through
"Why would high-and-mighty ninja come looking to cause trouble for filthy pirates like us?"
Yamazaki cautiously probed Orochimaru, holding a heavy blade over ten feet long defensively in front of him.
"Cause trouble?"
Orochimaru let out a soft laugh and pointed at Baishi. "I'm here to help you. Baishi has already gained tremendous power. Can't you see that?"
"Cut the crap, you little brat!"
A massive spiked club came crashing down toward Orochimaru.
Yet Orochimaru didn't move at all—he neither dodged nor counterattacked.
"Got him! What kind of ninja is this? Just a snot-nosed kid!" The pirate who launched the sneak attack widened his eyes in excitement.
Bang!
A sturdy arm appeared in front of the spiked club and caught the heavy blow firmly.
"Baishi!?"
The pirates stared in shock. "Wasn't he the weakest among us? We used to laugh at him for his lack of strength!"
And yet now, he had caught the second-in-command's spiked club with his bare hand!
Seeing that a fight had broken out, the other pirates rushed forward, trying to kill Baishi. But Baishi simply snatched the spiked club away and gave it a casual swing, sending the surrounding pirates flying.
In that instant, they were all stunned. In just five minutes, Baishi—once the weakest—was now able to take on ten men alone. The shock was no small blow to their confidence.
Could it really be just as that child had said?
For a moment, their morale wavered…
"What exactly did you do to Baishi?"
Yamazaki shouted angrily, "Gaining such overwhelming power out of nowhere must come with side effects!"
His sharp rebuke snapped the pirates back to their senses.
"That's right! It has to be some kind of forbidden technique that burns through his lifespan!"
"I've seen something like this before—after a brief burst of power, they die on the spot!"
It had to be said—Yamazaki had some skill. With just one sentence at such a critical moment, he stabilized the morale of his crew.
"However… what a pity."
Orochimaru sneered disdainfully. "Don't compare the ninjutsu Lord Jiexuan bestowed upon me with those cheap, lowly tricks."
The power of the Cursed Seal originated from Ryūchi Cave, one of the Three Great Sacred Lands. Its natural energy was the purest form of chakra—there were no side effects on the body at all!
"Enough talk. Baishi, crush them."
These pirates wouldn't shed tears until they saw the coffin.
At Orochimaru's command, Baishi did not hesitate. Like a tiger descending the mountain, he swiftly knocked out more than a dozen pirate underlings in just a few moves.
"Go on, my little darlings!"
Orochimaru spread his arms, and over a dozen white snakes slithered out from his sleeves, biting into the pirates' ankles.
"Damn you! What did you do to them!?"
Yamazaki's eyes widened. These men were the foundation he had built up over the years. If they all died, the Giant Strength Pirate Crew would have no reason to exist.
"Relax. They probably won't all die."
Orochimaru sneered and withdrew the ten Cursed Seal snakes back to Ryūchi Cave.
"Won't all die?"
"Ahhh!!!"
At that moment, one pirate's waist suddenly bent backward at a grotesque angle. Dense cursed marks spread across his entire body. The violent convulsions brought on by the unbearable pain caused him to lose consciousness.
Bright red blood slowly seeped out from all over his body, staining him crimson. After one final, violent spasm, he went completely still.
"Tamā!"
Yamazaki roared in anguish.
"Oh? His name was Tamā? How unfortunate."
Orochimaru extended his tongue and lightly licked the air, as if savoring the scent of death.
"He didn't make it through."
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