Chapter 117: The Spark That Warms the Cold
For them, eating blood was impossible in the past.
Perhaps some pirates had this twisted hobby, but most couldn't even stomach the thought. Now, however, with their lives hanging by a thread and desperate to escape from Impel Down, consuming blood wasn't much of a concern.
Of course, Mio wouldn't do that.
After all... he had fire.
He took a step forward.
In a flash, Mio's figure appeared behind the massive army wolf. His right fist, covered in Armament Haki, clenched tightly as he drove it into the wolf's skull.
A thunderous impact burst out.
The beast's head exploded in an instant.
Blood splattered everywhere.
A red-haired pirate, who had just been gulping down fresh blood nearby, glanced over with a rare joke. "Fur like that won't fetch a good price, you know."
"It's fine as long as someone wants it." Mio shrugged casually, tore off a chunk of leg meat, and held it in his palm. A flicker of flame gushed out from his hand, searing the meat to a half-cooked state. Then, without hesitation, he took large bites, chewing with visible satisfaction.