"AHHHH!"
Mukang's eyes flowed with blood and tears, his face nearly crazed. At this mont, even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything, he could only glare hatefully at Rosse in the sky.
The enemy being able to reach them ant that the Klin tribe had already been slaughtered.
Maybe, the few of them left were the last remaining Klin tribe mbers.
"I'll give you all a chance. If you surrender now, I can spare your lives," Rosse slowly descended from the sky. Beside him, Gion frowned slightly, flapped her wings trying to follow, but was stopped by a glance from Rosse.
A trace of realization flashed in Gion's eyes. Looking at Mukang and the others, her gaze was filled with more pity.
Here it ca again, the ti for Rosse to ntally tornt people.
"Let tell you a fact. Even including all of you, among all the Klin people on the entire Senti Island, less than a hundred survived. And, every minute, soone dies."
Rosse slowly lowered his altitude until he was only ten ters away from Mukang. His voice was very soft, yet it landed on everyone's heart like a heavy hamr, "Choose extinction for your tribe, or the only path to life? Chief Mukang, give an answer."
"CHOOSE YOUR FU*K!"
Mukang suddenly let out a furious roar, leaping high, pouncing toward Rosse like an enraged beast.
In midair, Mukang's tiger roar shook the skies, his hair wildly expanding, transforming in an instant into a huge fierce tiger. His claws flickered with a bloodthirsty cold light, aiming straight for Rosse's throat.
At the sa ti, the remaining ten-plus strong warriors of the Klin tribe also soared into the air.
So wielded weapons, so were bare-handed, their eyes burning with endless hatred and despair, rushing toward Rosse like moths to a fla.
In their eyes, there was only overwhelming anger and deep hatred toward Rosse. Not a shred of desire for survival.
"Very good! Klin tribe, I'll rember this na."
Rosse raised a brilliant smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes instantly turning silver-white, like two cold crescent moons. His robes fluttered without wind, as if torn by an invisible force.
In midair, the sea surged upward.
Rosse stood high upon the waves, like an unshakable god. In his right hand was the Trident of the Sea God, gleaming with chilling light and casting a deep blue glow under the sunlight.
BUZZ!
A vast wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted violently, the air thickened from the pressure. Even a powerful person like Mukang had to montarily restrain his form and hold his breath to respond.
In that brief instant of opportunity, Rosse thrust out the Sea God's trident, aiming directly for Mukang's heart.
"ROAR!"
When Mukang snapped out of the Conqueror's Haki's suppression, the attack was already upon him. The surrounding water had also been manipulated by Rosse to seal the area, like an invisible cage.
In the critical mont, Mukang didn't have ti to think, he instinctively crossed his arms to block this unstoppable strike. He didn't even have ti to cover himself in Armant Haki.
"Break!", Rosse's Sea God trident arrived, striking Mukang's tiger claws.
At the first clash, Mukang's face changed dramatically.
Shhh!!
The Sea God's trident, carrying unmatched power, easily sliced through his arms. Blood instantly dyed the trident red, yet the attack didn't stop, it continued penetrating, heading straight for his heart.
This tiny bit of blocking ti won him one second of precious opportunity.
'So strong! So strong it suffocates!'
Just as Mukang was about to retreat, a wave of powerlessness surged through his body.
"Damn...", Mukang's eyes widened in fury. At so point, his back had beco covered in seawater. That was the source of his weakness.
Once a Devil Fruit user touches seawater, even an ordinary person would be stronger than them. Only so truly powerful beings could temporarily ignore it.
But unfortunately, Mukang wasn't even proficient in Armant Haki, he wasn't anywhere near that level.
Pfft!!!
In the end, the Sea God's trident easily pierced through Mukang's heart. Blood gushed like a fountain.
"""CHIEF!"""
The other Klin tribe warriors who had just arrived shouted in shock. But before they had ti to grieve, Mukang used his last strength to yell:
"ATTACK! the klin tribe can only die on the path of charge!"
Mukang's voice was weak, yet the conviction it carried brought tears to every Klin tribe mber's eyes.
Especially as his body was pierced, hanging there on the Sea God's trident. The wound in his chest was horrifying, but his gaze remained as resolute as ever.
"Chief!!"
The other Klin warriors had tears in their eyes. They knew, this was the last chance their chief left them.
If they missed this chance, then truly, there would be no hope left.
"AHHH!!"
With a series of furious roars, sixteen Klin tribe warriors, wielding their respective weapons, charged from all directions, launching a fierce attack on Rosse. Their movents were swift as the wind, their eyes filled with endless anger and sorrow.
However, facing the attacks of these warriors, Rosse, standing above, appeared calm and composed. He rely raised his left hand, the one without a weapon.
In an instant, the seawater seed to heed his call, surging downward like a tidal wave.
Massive waves rolled and roared, engulfing the sixteen Klin tribe warriors and their weapons into the endless abyss.
Rosse gently clenched his hand, a seemingly soft motion, yet it contained terrifying power.
Rip!
The Klin tribe warriors wrapped in seawater shattered instantly under this force, like fragile glass, turning into clouds of blood mist that spread through the water, leaving no trace of life.
"It's over, Klin tribe," Rosse stood high, his right arm slightly raised, fingers spread open, the seawater pulled apart to both sides as if drawn by an invisible force. The waves around his arm ford a graceful arc, water droplets refracting faint light under the moon.
As his arm lowered, sixteen compressed human bodies fell like puppets with broken strings.
They sliced through the air at extre speed, leaving behind a trail of blood-infused airflow, and upon hitting the ground, let out muffled splashes, splattering a pool of mud.
At the sa ti, seventeen pleasing notification sounds rang in Rosse's ears.
Then, Rosse glanced toward the west and suddenly flung the Sea God's trident in his hand.
Swish!!
With a sharp whooshing sound, the trident, along with Mukang's corpse, shot through the air like lightning, embedding firmly into a thick tree trunk. Blood flowed slowly from the trident tip, forming a crimson stain on the bark.
At this mont, Mukang's life had completely vanished.
The Klin tribe—exterminated.
Just then, an unusually conspicuous anomaly appeared in the western sky: a colorful ribbon, shaped like an arrow at the tip and stretching a thousand ters long, flew over. Three figures stood on it.
"Too late..."
Shamrock, standing on the arrowhead, only released a bit of Observation Haki and instantly knew what had happened here. His expression darkened slightly.
"One hour. Damn Saint Rosse, I underestimated you," Shamrock cursed under his breath, a flash of disbelief in his eyes. He had thought his own slaughter speed was fast enough.
But the scene before him clearly told him, Rosse was even faster.
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