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Just who the hell is this guy?!
For a moment, Uris was completely paralyzed by indecision.
"What's wrong? Keep 'em coming, fatty!" Shiro lazily picked his nose, throwing out a contemptuous taunt.
"Where are you from, kid?" Uris asked, fighting back the boiling rage sparked by the 'fatty' insult. He glared at Shiro, desperate to figure out his background. Playing it cautious had saved his life plenty of times before.
"Me? Just a guy wandering around. What, did you think I had some crazy backing?" Shiro chuckled.
"Are you sure you're just some drifter? You're not from the New World?!" Uris pressed, his heart leaping with a sliver of desperate hope. (Translator's Note: The Chinese text says "second half of the Grand Line," which is localized to the New World in English).
"If I was from the New World, do you really think I'd waste my breath talking to you?" Shiro retorted, scratching his ear. His expression shifted to clear annoyance.
"Hehehe. You're asking for death, brat. In that case, let's see how many of these people you can save from my crew!"
Any lingering dread vanished from Uris's mind. He threw his hand forward, barking the order.
"UOOOOH!"
The pirates, who had been itching for bloodshed, surged forward like wild dogs let off their leashes. Howling madly, they raised their cutlasses and charged toward the huddled civilians in the center of the plaza.
"Let's see who's faster—you, or them!" Uris sneered savagely. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he dashed straight at Shiro, intending to pin him down while the slaughter began.
Exhale. "Fine then. Let me show you the absolute gap between us."
Shiro closed his eyes, let out a soft breath, and drew the twin pistols from his waist. His eyes snapped open. An overwhelmingly oppressive aura erupted from him, so thick that the very air seemed to drag and slow down around him.
"Hikari no Ame (Light Rain)!"
"Hikarihou (Light Cannon)!"
Shiro muttered the techniques, pulling both triggers simultaneously.
Instantly, a volley of pure white energy orbs blasted out of the left barrel, raining down toward the pirate mob. From the right barrel, a single, devastatingly thick beam of solid light ripped through the air, aimed squarely at Uris.
In the blink of an eye, the entire plaza was illuminated by a sky full of fist-sized shooting stars.
As if possessing minds of their own, the glowing projectiles tracked down the bloodthirsty pirates, blasting them off their feet one by one. A rapid-fire chain of explosions tore through the port. Pirates were sent flying backward like discarded ragdolls, crashing into the dirt under the torrential bombardment.
Not a single one of them got back up.
Two hundred men. Is that a lot? Yes! But at the same time, it was absolutely nothing.
By the time Uris barely managed to dodge the blinding light beam, the number of pirates still standing in the plaza had plummeted to less than fifty.
And all of this had happened in the span of two seconds.
Impossible!
Uris's scalp went numb. He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, staring at Shiro as if he were looking at the Devil himself. Every last shred of his will to fight instantly evaporated.
Just as Shiro had said: the gap in their power was absolute.
"Spacing out in the middle of a fight is a terrible habit, Mr. Uris."
Shiro's voice suddenly whispered right from behind him. Uris panicked, throwing his broadsword up in a desperate guard as he scrambled backward.
BOOM!
But some things were completely unavoidable. A terrifying, insurmountable force slammed into his blocking blade, draining the last bit of color from his face.
"Gah—!"
Uris was launched through the air like an actual cannonball of meat. He smashed straight through two consecutive buildings before violently crashing into the hull of his own pirate galleon moored at the docks—the Meat Mountain.