Shortly after the battle began, the tide of the fight gradually became clear.
Sanji's figure darted nimbly through the crowd like an antelope, every offensive kick landing with heavy force and sending several bounty hunters flying.
Soon, the defensive line blocking the courtyard entrance was finally broken. The pirates took the opportunity to rush out and search for their weapons stored outside.
However.
"Oh no!"
"Our weapons are gone!"
Seeing the completely empty storage lockers, several pirates finally fell into a complete panic.
"Tch, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."
Sanji gritted his teeth and scoffed.
He had already anticipated this kind of situation.
Although the current situation couldn't be called a crisis yet, they were facing hundreds of bounty hunters after all. Even for him, it would inevitably take some time to deal with them.
Sanji frowned, a look of worry crossing his face.
*Looks like the crew is really going to suffer a bit this time...*
Meanwhile, deep within the courtyard.
*Crash!!*
A loud noise echoed from behind as a standing folding screen was kicked to the ground by a bounty hunter, revealing an empty hot spring pool inside.
Allen glanced back.
Nami, who was supposed to be there, had vanished without a trace, leaving only a few bounty hunters standing at the edge of the pool at a loss.
"What's going on? I remember there was supposed to be a woman here!"
Mr. 11 frowned in confusion.
Just then, on the courtyard wall behind them, a delicate figure appeared, dragging a massive cloth sack.
"Hello there! Are you looking for me?"
Nami called out smugly to the people below, one hand resting on her hip.
Hearing the voice, Mr. 11 whipped his head around. Seeing the sack she was dragging, his eyes widened in shock.
"That's...! You woman, just when did you...!"
"You're a hundred years too early to compete with me in stealing."
Nami smiled triumphantly, grabbed a corner of the sack, and forcefully hurled it into the courtyard.
"Everyone, here are your weapons!"
Various firearms rained down from the sky with a clatter. Nearby, the pirates who realized what was happening cheered wildly and rushed forward.
"Big Sis Nami is the best!"
"Move fast!"
Seeing this scene, Mr. 11 ground his back teeth in anger.
"Damn woman!"
"I'll leave the fighting to you guys. I'm going to look for treasure!"
Nami playfully stuck out her tongue and then jumped down behind the courtyard wall.
In the courtyard, the pirates grabbed their firearms and immediately sounded the horn for a counterattack.
Inserting the drum magazines and pulling the bolts, over a dozen Thompson submachine guns began to display their terrifying suppressive power within the confined space of the courtyard.
"Kill them!!"
"Cover the brothers so they can come get their guns!"
"Wipe out these despicable bounty hunters!"
*Rat-tat-tat-tat!!*
The muzzles spat tongues of fire as bullets poured out at astonishing speeds. The pirates held down the triggers, sweeping wildly as if venting their anger!
*Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!*
"—Uwaah!"
"—Aargh!"
In an instant, the courtyard was filled with wails of agony. Large mists of blood sprayed into the air, making the scene incredibly brutal.
A hint of satisfaction finally appeared on Allen's face.
*Fighting by burning money is just too strong.*
*Especially in this kind of close-quarters space with little cover, the suppressive power and lethality of submachine guns are absolutely explosive.*
*It's just... how did a perfectly good pirate crew end up looking like a mobster gang? When did our style go so off track?*
Allen muttered to himself.
Soon, under the cover of this ferocious firepower, more and more pirates went over to grab their weapons, and the battle instantly turned completely one-sided.
He swept his gaze across the battlefield. The Baroque Works agent disguised as the innkeeper and the woman in the frog costume had both been taken down by the Nyaban Brothers.
Allen cracked his neck and reluctantly stepped out of the hot spring, picking up a bath towel from the ground and casually draping it over himself.
In a corner, Mr. 11 hid his figure against the wall, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He secretly stared at Allen, who had finally come ashore, and a sinister smirk curled the corners of his mouth.
Cut off the head of the snake. Although the plan had already failed, as long as he took down the enemy captain, the result wouldn't be any different.
As for Mr. 7 and Miss Father's Day...
"Heh, perfect. After today, I'll be the one to inherit the codename Mr. 7."
Mr. 11's gaze gradually grew heated. He stared intently at Allen's every move, his right hand tightening its grip on the hilt.
Until Allen finally exposed his back to him.
A gleam of excitement flashed in Mr. 11's eyes. He lunged out from the corner with a swift step and instantly drew his sword!
*Schwing!*
"I caught my opening! Gentleman's Cold Sword!"
A cold glint flashed. Accompanied by the crisp hum of the blade, Mr. 11 smiled ferociously and swung his sword upward!
Just as he thought he had a sure victory.
In the next instant, Allen's afterimage distorted and vanished from the spot.
"How is that possible!"
Mr. 11's expression shifted to sheer shock. He instinctively turned his head while fiercely swinging his sword behind him.
*Schwing!*
The edge of the blade gleamed with a cold light, effortlessly slicing through a wooden pillar twenty centimeters in diameter.
Mr. 11 finally saw the figure he had expected.
On the steps, Allen stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at the smooth cut left on the wooden pillar, then turned his head, looking at the other man with an intrigued gaze.
"Nice sword. Can you give it to me?"
"This is Kashu, one of the fifty Ryo Wazamono! As if a mere pirate could understand its worth?!"
Mr. 11 shouted through gritted teeth, his wary gaze sizing Allen up and down. In his eyes, the opponent's stance was absolutely full of openings!
The next moment.
Mr. 11 suddenly accelerated and charged forward with his sword. His figure danced around Allen, the Kashu in his hand carving out several massive, interconnected arcs.
"Dance of Death!"
Kashu traced a graceful arc through the air, but when the blade reached Allen's face, it came to an abrupt halt.
Allen had struck out quickly. Under Mr. 11's disbelieving gaze, he had firmly pinched the blade with just two fingers.
A hint of terror appeared in Mr. 11's eyes. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't make the tip of the sword advance even half an inch.
"That's not how you use a sword."
Allen looked at him with a mocking expression. He raised his other hand, his five fingers curling as if gripping the empty air.
In Mr. 11's eyes, however, it was as if he saw the surrounding air rapidly flowing, converging toward Allen's hand, and then condensing into a distorted, invisible longsword!
"Wh... what is going on...!"
Mr. 11's voice trembled, his pupils dilated in absolute shock.
Allen revealed a ferocious grin. He slowly raised the invisible blade in his hand and slashed down fiercely!
*Schwing—!*
"—Gah!"
Mr. 11's pupils quivered as he let out an agonized wail. The slash pierced through his entire body from top to bottom!
A terrifying wave of pain fiercely assaulted his mind. Mr. 11's eyes rolled back as he passed out, his body slowly collapsing to the ground.
Yet, in the eyes of an outsider, there were absolutely no wounds on his body, as if the image of him being slashed was merely an illusion.
"Sorry about that. It just so happens that I know a bit about swordsmanship too."
The corners of Allen's mouth curled up. He claimed the famous sword Kashu and slowly sheathed it.
...
The battle ceased.
In the tavern hall on the first floor of the inn, Allen sat at the bar drinking, the newly acquired Kashu casually placed beside him.
Behind him, the crew members were either treating their wounds or curing their poison.
The rest had detained a few bounty hunters and were currently interrogating them.
The enemies were Frontier Agents of Baroque Works. Allen was already aware of this; the codenames they used were enough to identify them.
The five pairs of Officer Agents from Mr. 1 to Mr. 5 naturally went without saying.
As for the fourteen Frontier Agents from Mr. 6 to Mr. 12, they were stationed at several islands near the entrance of the Grand Line, responsible for raising funds for the organization.
They basically all operated under the guise of bounty hunters, specifically targeting rookies who had just entered the Grand Line. Like here, nearly a fifth of the town's population belonged to their ranks.
And besides this island, Whisky Peak, which Allen remembered, was also one of their active territories.
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