Naruto: Blackbeard Template

On the other side of the auction hall, Trafalgar Law, who had been sitting quietly with his legs crossed, opened one eye and looked toward Namikaze Kirito.

"Oi… is he seriously going to do it?"

The air inside the auction house grew heavy.

Everyone watched as Namikaze Kirito walked toward the Celestial Dragons, step by step.

No one knew what he intended to do.

But one thing was certain.

It would not end well.

To defy a Celestial Dragon in public was already madness.

To approach one with such fearless eyes was practically suicide.

Saint Charlos glared at Namikaze Kirito, his face twisting with anger.

Whether it was because of Kirito's mocking gaze or the strange pressure surrounding him, even Charlos himself did not understand.

But as Kirito drew closer, an emotion he had never truly felt before began crawling up from the depths of his chest.

Fear.

Soon, Namikaze Kirito stopped right in front of the Celestial Dragon.

One stood tall and calm.

The other looked short, ugly, and pathetic, with mucus hanging from his nose.

One carried himself like a true noble.

The other only wore the title of one.

Under that sharp contrast, Namikaze Kirito looked more like a real ruler than the so-called descendant of the Creator standing before him.

At that moment, an old man with sharp eyes stepped out from backstage.

He swept his gaze casually over the auction hall, then immediately understood the situation.

"Rayleigh!"

"Isn't that you, Hachi? Been a while."

The sharp-eyed old man was Silvers Rayleigh.

The right hand of the Pirate King.

The former vice captain of the Roger Pirates.

The man known as the Dark King.

"What are you doing here?" Rayleigh asked.

"I came to save my friend!"

Following Hachi's gaze, Rayleigh looked toward the giant fish tank on the stage.

Inside it was Camie.

The moment Rayleigh's eyes fell on her, a faint glint flashed through them.

In the next instant, Camie finally saw the outside world again.

The collar around her neck was removed with ease.

For someone like Rayleigh, taking off a slave collar with Haki was no difficult task.

After freeing Camie, Rayleigh turned his attention back toward Namikaze Kirito with clear interest in his eyes.

At that moment, Saint Charlos no longer had the leisure to care about the mermaid being rescued.

The more he looked at the man in front of him, the stronger that strange feeling became.

Fear.

And when fear reached its limit, it turned into anger.

"You… you bastard!" Saint Charlos screamed. "Who gave you permission to stand in front of me?! Kneel! Kneel down right now!"

The moment he shouted, several guards immediately surrounded Namikaze Kirito.

The other two Celestial Dragons also stood up, glaring at him with twisted expressions.

As descendants of the Creator, they would never tolerate anyone challenging their authority.

Kirito glanced at them.

"How boring."

His voice was calm.

"Nothing but pigs wrapped in fancy clothing."

"W-What did you say?!"

"You insolent fool!" one of the guards shouted. "You are standing before Saint Charlos! Kneel at once!"

Hearing Kirito insult a Celestial Dragon, the guards could no longer hold back. They drew their guns and aimed them at him.

Saint Charlos also pulled a pistol from his coat with trembling fury.

"You're not even worthy of becoming my slave! I'll—"

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Saint Charlos's body was blasted backward.

He crashed through several seats with a heavy impact.

The bubble around his head shattered instantly.

His face twisted from the force, almost unrecognizable.

Rayleigh watched the scene, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well now…"

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"That was some Haki. He didn't even move his hand."

Eustass Kid grinned from his seat.

"Hahaha! He really did it! That guy's completely insane!"

Law rubbed his forehead with a troubled sigh.

"This just turned into a real pain."

"He hit a Celestial Dragon!"

"An Admiral is going to come!"

"Run! Hurry up and run!"

The auction house erupted into chaos.

The moment the crowd saw Saint Charlos blown away, all composure vanished.

People screamed and rushed toward the exits.

If a Celestial Dragon was attacked here, then everyone who remained nearby could be dragged into the disaster.

The host froze on the stage, his face pale.

Someone had attacked a Celestial Dragon.

Here.

Inside this auction house.

He quickly ordered the auction house guards forward, and they surrounded Namikaze Kirito from every direction.

If this matter was not handled properly, the entire auction house would be erased from existence.

The other two Celestial Dragons finally reacted.

"You bastard!" Saint Rosward roared. "How dare you attack my son?!"

"How dare you hurt my brother!" Saint Shalria screamed, her face twisted with hatred. "I won't even make you a slave anymore! I'll have you killed in the cruelest way possible!"

From the wreckage of the seats, Saint Charlos groaned weakly.

"K-Kill him… kill that bastard…"

Seeing that Charlos was still alive, Namikaze Kirito walked forward two steps and looked down at him.

Charlos's mind was already hazy.

Even so, he still saw Kirito's eyes.

What kind of gaze was that?

Cold.

Empty.

As if a god were looking down at an insect.

No anger.

No hatred.

Only quiet contempt.

And beneath that contempt, there was something even more terrifying.

Dignity.

The remaining Celestial Dragons and the guards realized Kirito intended to continue. Their expressions changed, and they rushed forward to stop him.

Kirito did not even look at them.

"A body this sturdy, paired with a soul this pathetic…"

He slowly raised one hand.

"What a waste."

Then he snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The sound was light.

Almost casual.

But the moment it rang out, the three Celestial Dragons and every guard moving toward him froze in place.

Their expressions remained fixed on their faces.

The auction hall fell into a strange silence.

No one understood what had happened.

Only Rayleigh quietly lifted one hand and adjusted the white shawl over his shoulder.

Three seconds passed.

Then—

Bang.

One body exploded.

Then another.

And another.

The next instant, countless bursts rang through the auction house like bubbles popping one after another.

The three Celestial Dragons and the guards around them burst apart before everyone's eyes.

In an instant, they were reduced to blood mist.

Blood rained through the air.

Those who failed to dodge were splattered across their faces and bodies.

Nami, Chopper, and several others screamed.

"What… what is he?!"

Nami stared at the tall, handsome figure in terror.

The Straw Hats had fought countless enemies on their journey.

But they had never killed people like this.

And they had certainly never seen anyone do it in such a calm, merciless way.

Zoro's gaze remained locked on Namikaze Kirito.

The killing intent that had flashed from him just now was no ordinary bloodlust.

It was as though he had stepped over mountains of corpses.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

That murderous aura was so dense it almost felt solid.

This man was dangerous.

Far more dangerous than anyone in the room had imagined.

The auction host stared blankly at the scene before him.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Attacking a Celestial Dragon was already an unforgivable crime.

But killing three Celestial Dragons in one place?

That was no longer just a crime.

That was an incident that could shake the entire world.

Even with the Summit War approaching, the Marines would never ignore this.

It did not matter that Doflamingo was the one behind the auction house.

Not even the Five Elders could simply brush this aside.

To strike a Celestial Dragon was to slap the World Government in the face.

To kill three of them in public was the same as dragging that face through the dirt in front of the entire world.

If the World Government endured this, then it would no longer be the World Government.

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