One-Punch Man in the One Piece World

61. If you move even one more finger, I'll kill you!

"The captain... isn't here." Nami forced herself to speak, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Not here?"

Borsalino repeated himself, then sighed softly, a sigh that carried a chilling casualness.

"That's really unfortunate. I've come all this way, I can't just leave empty-handed, can I?"

Borsalino slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket.

In that instant, all the executives—Zoro, Sanosuke, Zeff, Kuro, Gin, Al, and Buggy—exploded in their own nerves!

That is the most instinctive death warning a creature gives when facing a top predator!

"Then..."

Borsalino casually raised his index finger, and a point of golden light condensed at the tip of his finger like a needle.

"I'll just use you guys to kill some time."

Zoro's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He saw Borsalino raise his hand and saw the golden light at his fingertips. His body reacted faster than his mind—he crossed his three swords into the strongest defensive stance!

However, just as he raised his knife halfway, the thin, golden beam of light had already silently arrived in front of him.

That's too fast! It's a speed that no human can keep up with!

Zoro barely managed to block the Wado Ichimonji in front of his chest before the beam of light struck the blade with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no massive explosion, but the concentrated light energy and impact force were transmitted through the blade in a simple and unadorned manner.

Zoro felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed moving mountain. His hand was instantly split open, blood spurted out, and all three swords were knocked out of his hand at the same time!

Zoro shot backward like a hurled stone, crashing through three makeshift tents before slamming into a pile of cargo crates, raising clouds of dust and snow.

At the very instant Borsalino's fingertips flashed with golden light, Sanosuke completed his transformation, blending into the shadows and launching a flanking attack. This was the fastest reaction he could make.

But light is faster than shadow.

Borsalino didn't even turn his head; his raised finger merely shifted a millimeter slightly toward the direction where Sanosuke's true form appeared.

A thinner golden light arrived first, precisely intercepting the trajectory of Sasuke's twin swords.

The kunai and ninja sword couldn't even touch the beam of light; they were twisted before the terrifying heat and energy!

The golden light, its momentum undiminished, swept past Sanosuke's crossed arms as he tried to block.

"Ugh—!"

Blood splattered and the smell of burning exploded, instantly tearing open the skin and flesh of Sanosuke's arms, exposing the bone. The remaining impact sent him spinning as he crashed into the wall of the wooden house next to him, causing the wall to collapse and bury most of him.

The third person they encountered was Zeff.

Zeff moved the instant Borsalino attacked, not attempting to defend against or attack Borsalino's main body, but instead stomping hard on the ground, not to attack, but to create an obstacle and cover.

The solid frozen ground and rocks were shaken up, forming a heavy shield in front of Nami, Furyn, and the other pirates, while he himself retreated rapidly using the ultimate leg techniques he had honed throughout his life!

However, Borsalino only glanced at the flying earthen shield, and finally pulled out his other hand, which had been in his pocket, and casually flicked his index and middle fingers in Zeff's direction.

"laser."

Seven or eight fine, rain-like golden beams of light radiated out in a fan shape. They pierced through the frozen soil and rocks with ease, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Zeff's pupils reflected the golden light that instantly filled his vision. He roared and created dozens of afterimages, kicking at the beams of light!

The shadow of his leg collided with the beam of light. The two beams pierced through the defensive net. One grazed his shoulder, taking away a large piece of flesh, while the other struck his calf.

The once legendary pirate groaned and collapsed heavily to his knees in the snow. The sound of bones breaking came from his legs, and blood quickly stained the white snow beneath him.

"Next..." Borsalino glanced casually at El, "I'll take care of you."

The Evanki chieftain roared the moment he saw Sauron being knocked away, his massive body shattering the ground with astonishing force, attempting to create some disruption with his absolute power and size.

When El rushed five meters in front of him, Borsalino simply lifted his foot casually, and a flash of golden light appeared on the toe.

"Hey~ Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

A solid golden beam of light shot out from Borsalino's toes, slamming into El's crossed bone spear and arms like a giant hammer.

The specially made, hard bone spear snapped in two!

El's charge came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a backflip at an even faster speed. His massive body crashed into half of the watchtower and was buried under rubble and snow, his fate unknown.

Kro's face was grim; he had never intended to confront them head-on from the start.

The moment Borsalino appeared, he was already rapidly calculating retreat routes and strategies.

While the others were instantly defeated, he silently retreated to the edge of the crowd, his ten fingers extended like "cat claws," ready to take several terrified villagers as hostages and shields. At the same time, he lowered his body slightly, which was the starting position of his "spinning to death" high-speed movement technique.

But all of Klose's calculations were meaningless in the face of absolute speed.

Borsalino seemed to have noticed the subtle movement earlier. He didn't even turn his head, but merely glanced in Kro's direction out of the corner of his eye.

Kro's body had just blurred when he prepared to initiate high-speed movement.

A beam of light, as if it were a prophetic vision, struck the spot where he was about to step.

"boom!"

The snow exploded, and the shockwave violently blew Kro away.

Before Kro could even unleash his speed, he was interrupted, falling awkwardly onto the snow. His glasses shattered, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, coughed up blood, and was unable to move.

Ah Jin!

The silent Iron Rod Warrior roared the moment Zeff was knocked down, swinging the iron rod that had been with him for many years, pouring all his strength into it, and smashing it down on Borsalino's head!

This was a strike of pure power and determination, devoid of any frills.

Borsalino finally turned his head slightly, seemingly surprised that someone had attacked him from behind. He raised his left hand, extended his index finger, and aimed it at the falling iron bar.

A terrifying force traveled back along the iron rod, instantly turning Ah Jin's sleeves to ashes, his skin cracking and bleeding profusely.

The iron rod flew out of his hand, and he was so shaken by the irresistible force that his internal organs seemed to shift, causing him to kneel on the ground and vomit blood.

Seeing this, Bucky had no will to resist anymore. This was not the first time he had witnessed Borsalino's power.

Without Norton, there's simply no one who can stand against him!

The instant Borsalino made his move, Bucky deliberately split his body into dozens of pieces, which scattered in panic.

"I surrender! I surrender, General! I'm not with them!" Bucky's head screamed in mid-air.

Borsalino glanced with interest at the flying pieces of Buggy, seemingly having some recollection of the fruit's power.

He casually flicked his finger. A thin but precise beam of light shot out, striking the "core" sensory area below Bucky's head, which was connected to his main torso and invisible to ordinary people.

"Wow!"

All of Buggy's fragments screamed at the same time, as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible force, and then they all fell from the sky with a crackling sound, piling up in the snow. Although they were not injured because of the fruit's properties, they were temporarily unable to reassemble and could only lie there groaning like a pile of garbage.

The entire process, from Borsalino raising his hand to all seven officers falling to the ground and losing their fighting ability, took less than 5 seconds!

In the open space in the center of the camp, only Borsalino remained standing with his hands in his pockets, his feet covered in mottled bloodstains belonging to different cadres, a shocking sight against the backdrop of the white snow.

The wind and snow swept by, carrying with them a strong smell of blood.

Those still standing were only ordinary pirates who were so utterly shocked by the horrific scene that they forgot to run away, and Nami and Funing, who were deliberately left behind and looked deathly pale.

Borsalino's gaze finally fell upon the two girls. He strode over the bloodstains in the snow, walking unhurriedly toward them.

The boots crunched softly on the snow, but at that moment they sounded like the drumbeats of death.

"So..."

Borsalino stopped a few steps in front of Nami and Funing, bowed slightly, and his gaze behind his sunglasses seemed to carry a hint of feigned apology.

"Young ladies, can you tell me now where Norton has gone? Or when he'll be back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Borsalino casually raised his finger again, the golden light at his fingertip flickering, and aimed it at Nami's forehead.

Nami was ice-cold, her pupils dilated with extreme fear.

She could feel the destructive energy contained in those fingertips; her mind went blank, and she couldn't even make a sound.

Fu Ning tried to stand in front of Nami, but her body was too stiff to obey her commands.

"You won't talk? Then I'll have no choice but to..." Golden light began to steadily condense at Borsalino's fingertips.

At this critical moment—

"Move your finger forward one millimeter."

A voice so cold it seemed to freeze the wind and snow came from very close behind Borsalino.

Borsalino's movements paused noticeably for the first time.

A faint hint of surprise flashed across his usually nonchalant face.

How could he not have noticed someone getting so close behind him?

Borsalino slowly, bit by bit, turned his head.

The silver-haired man had silently appeared less than two meters behind him.

The hem of the black cashmere coat was still fluttering slightly, and unmelted snow clung to its shoulders.

The man didn't look at Borsalino, but at the fallen officers on the snow, at the sword that Zoro had thrown from his hand, at the pool of blood spreading beneath Zeff, at the ruins where Sanosuke was buried, at Al's broken bone spear, at Kuro's shattered glasses, at the blood that Gin vomited, and at the mangled pieces of Buggy lying in a heap.

Then, the man's gaze finally shifted to Borsalino.

The man's face was expressionless, as calm as the sea before a blizzard. But in his eyes, something extremely deep and cold was rapidly settling and compressing.

"If you dare to move your finger even slightly..."

Norton's lips twitched upwards very slowly.

That wasn't a smile.

That was the chilling, sinister smile a predator gives when it locks onto its prey.

"I'll kill you!"

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Golden light flickered on Borsalino's fingertips.

The wind and snow howled, stirring up the blood foam on the ground and sweeping across the space between the two people, which had suddenly become extremely dangerous.

"Oh dear... What a terrifying man..." Borsalino slowly lowered his finger, the golden light extinguishing at his fingertip.

His weathered face rarely showed such a serious expression.

Norton's killing intent subsided slightly when Borsalino stopped, but his eyes remained icy.

"They beat up the old man, and now the younger ones show up?" Norton muttered. "Won't the Navy learn its lesson? Wasn't old man Garp badly injured enough?"

"What a terrifying tone, Silver-haired Norton... You've caused quite a stir on the Grand Line," Borsalino said calmly.

"It's just a naval branch that I've robbed. Let me tell you the truth, I'll rob any naval force that appears ahead of my course in the future!" Norton sneered.

"I can't let you continue to be so arrogant." Borsalino raised an eyebrow.

"So, you're here to arrest me?" Norton asked with interest.

"That's right, Silver-haired Norton, I will end your sinful life," Borsalino said lazily.

"They're just punching bags delivered to our door, yet they dare to spout such big talk." Norton chuckled.

"Oh~ How arrogant of you~" Borsalino narrowed his eyes. "Speed ​​is power, silver-haired guy, have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

Golden light condensed into a dazzling white point on Borsalino's raised right toe!

In the next instant, the light detached from the body and transformed into a solid pillar of light like a golden spear, piercing towards Norton's chest at the true speed of light!

To most people, it was just a flash of light before the attack hit—their brains didn't even have time to process the information that they "saw the attack."

However, Norton was not among the "vast majority".

In the same microsecond that Borsalino's toes flashed with golden light, Norton's body had already slid half a step to the left and back.

It's not a prediction, but rather an instinctive avoidance that occurs when the body's reaction speed reaches its limit, before the conscious mind issues a clear command.

That light-speed kick, fast enough to vaporize steel and pulverize rock, grazed past Norton's chest.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion rocked the spot where Norton had been standing!

Snow, frozen soil, and gravel mixed with blinding golden light shot into the sky, forming a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters. The soil at the bottom of the pit was scorched black, and the snow at the edge instantly vaporized, with white steam mixed with smoke and dust rolling and spreading.

The shockwave blew away all debris within a radius of ten meters, even shattering several wooden barrels nearby.

For the first time, Borsalino's languid expression was replaced by genuine surprise. His sunglasses slipped slightly, revealing wide-open eyes behind them.

"He dodged it?" Borsalino murmured, his tone filled with disbelief.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Norton's figure became clear again at the edge of the pit.

"The speed of light?" Norton's voice remained calm, yet carried a clear hint of mockery. "That's it?"