blenderwars Chapter 495: The Second Round of Clearance in the Deep Pit!
Chapter 495: The Second Round of Clearance in the Deep Pit!
Ace delivered this punch without holding back.
Pure physical power was unleashed. A shockwave rippled outwards.
Roger was sent flying. His feet left the ground, tracing a clumsy arc in mid-air.
His back slammed hard against the rubble at the edge of the square. The stones couldn't withstand the impact; spiderweb-like cracks spread across their surface.
Boom! A muffled thud followed, and the rocks shattered. Debris flew everywhere.
Roger's momentum had not diminished. He crashed heavily into the ground, leaving a cloud of blood.
The earthquake trembled.
Dust billowed into the sky. A crater half a person deep was blasted into the ground. The edges of the crater collapsed, and soil mixed with gravel tumbled down.
The deathly silence was broken. A gust of wind swept through the dust and smoke.
The scene inside the deep pit became clear.
Roger lay supine at the bottom of the pit, his limbs sprawled out, limp and lifeless.
Half of his face was covered in blood. Dark red blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, dripping into the soil.
My chest is rising and falling slowly. I'm having difficulty breathing.
He turned his head to the side and coughed up a mouthful of thick blood.
But he didn't move.
He didn't touch the sword in the distance. He didn't activate Armament Haki to protect himself.
Just lie there. Let the blood flow. Close your eyes.
He took Ace's fatal punch as a matter of course.
The atmosphere was tense.
Some people instinctively wanted to rush over.
Marco frowned. He had only taken half a step. His heel hadn't even touched the ground yet.
A huge arm blocked his way.
The white-bearded man's face was ashen. He held the Murakumogiri upside down with one hand, the blade held horizontally in mid-air, completely blocking Marco's path.
Shanks stood up from the stands, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The Red-Haired Pirates' officers tensed their muscles in response.
But Shanks stopped.
He looked at the bottom of the pit. He looked at Roger's outstretched hands.
That resolute determination, devoid of any intention to fight back.
Shanks's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword, stopping in his tracks.
Ace stood by the pit.
Right fist suspended in the air. Excessive force caused the arm to tremble. Knuckles were bleeding.
Tears welled up and streamed down my reddened eyes, landing on my chin and dripping into the dust.
He stared intently at Roger.
Look at this pirate king lying in the mud like a dead dog.
The pent-up anger that had been suppressed for over twenty years hadn't dissipated; instead, it burned even more fiercely.
What kind of non-resistance is this?
What kind of atonement is this?
This is clearly an act of charity from a high place.
Ace's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his back teeth. The gravel was crushed to pieces.
Without hesitation, he jumped straight into the deep pit.
Both feet touched the ground. Dust billowed up.
Ace reached out with his left hand and grabbed Roger's tattered collar tightly.
His muscles bulged. With brute force, he dragged Roger halfway up into a sitting position.
Roger's head slumped. Blood dripped down his chin.
Ace gave him no chance to catch his breath. His right fist, fully charged, slammed down towards his face.
No fancy techniques. No fruitful results.
The purest form of street brawl.
"Bang"
The first punch landed squarely on the bridge of his nose. The sound of bone cracking echoed. His nose became crooked, and blood gushed out.
"Bang"
The second punch landed on the corner of his mouth. The force tore through the flesh.
Two bloody teeth flew out and smashed against the stone wall.
"Bang"
The third punch shifted direction. The fist slammed into Roger's ribs.
The sound of the impact sent chills down one's spine. Roger's body convulsed violently.
Punch after punch.
The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for more than 20 years burst forth through his fists.
He smashed the object while letting out a hoarse roar.
"What gives you the right?"
The roar echoed deeper into the pit, carrying with it a tearing pain.
"What right do you have to throw your name at me?"
Roger's right fist slammed into his face again. Roger's head snapped back.
"Why should you leave the mess you left behind for someone else to clean up?"
The hand gripping Roger's collar tightened its hold. The fabric dug into Roger's neck.
"You died a dashing death."
"You're laughing on the execution platform again."
"What kind of bullshit era have you started?"
What about me?
His eyes were red and swollen. Tears mingled with sweat as they streamed down his face.
The pain inflicted by the son of the Pirate King was brought down along with his fist.
"I've been verbally abused and pointed at by others since I was a child."
"I have to prove I'm worthy just to be alive."
"What gives you the right to make decisions for me?"
Roger's head was knocked to one side by the blows. The back of his head kept slamming against the hard pit wall.
The dull echoes continued.
Blood was seeping from between Roger's teeth. Roger's face was swollen and deformed.
But he didn't raise his hand to block.
Even basic Armament Haki wasn't applied to the skin.
His hands lay limply at his sides.
He let the furious fists pound his cheeks and chest.
Absolute non-resistance. A posture of surrendering to slaughter.
This only made Ace more irritable.
A fist slammed into the bottomless cotton.
There was no resistance. Only a suffocating backlash of guilt.
"Fight back!"
Ace roared. His voice cracked.
Roger kept his eyes closed. A faint groan escaped his throat.
His breathing was completely disordered. His chest heaved violently. His lungs were panting heavily.
Anger detonates the power of the Devil Fruit.
"boom"
Orange-red flames erupted from his palm. The intense heat engulfed the deep crater. The air distorted.
The flames didn't leave his body. They spread along his fist. His right arm was engulfed in flames.
He stared intently at Roger, aiming for his collarbone and shoulder.
The fiery punch landed.
"Bang"
Flames collided with flesh. Fire elements exploded.
The tattered shirt instantly burned to ashes. The high temperature directly scorched the skin.
A pungent odor rose.
The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the stench of blood assaulted my nostrils.
Roger's body tensed. Pain made the veins on his forehead bulge.
But he gritted his teeth and remained silent, pressing his hands firmly into the soil.
To prevent himself from retaliating in any way.
The atmosphere in the square was extremely oppressive.
Sabo Station was not far away. His hands gripped the steel water pipe tightly.
His knuckles were deathly pale. The water pipe creaked softly. The pipe itself was bent.
His eyes were fixed on the firelight at the bottom of the pit.
He knew how much pain Ace was in right now.
Luffy stood to the side, his eyes red as he charged forward.
"Ace"
He had just taken a step when Sabo's hand shot out and grabbed him tightly by the back of his collar.
"Don't go there."
Sabo's voice was deep. He forcefully pulled Luffy back and held him down.
The white-bearded man stood by the pit.
The world's strongest man stood like a silent iron tower, uttering not a word.
They didn't go to see the horrific beating at the bottom of the pit.
Raise your right hand. Grip the Murakumogiri. Slam the bottom of the hilt heavily against the ground.
"Thump"
A dull, resounding boom echoed across the square.
A silent warning. An inviolable ironclad order.
The white-bearded man's attitude was a clear message to everyone: no one was allowed to interfere.
This is Ace's reckoning. It's Roger's debt to pay.
Hundreds of pirates, revolutionaries, and marines were all immobilized.
I could hear the sound of fists clashing. I could smell the burning.
No one dared to take a single step. No one dared to utter a sound to stop them.
The venting continues in the deep pit.
A flaming right fist was thrown out.
"Bang"
A heavy punch slammed into Roger's chest. The impact sent Roger flying backward.
Its back was deeply embedded in the soil of the pit wall.
Roger spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.
Ace's anger showed no signs of abating. His violent aura grew stronger.
He didn't loosen his left hand. Both hands reached out at the same time and grabbed the blood-soaked collar tightly.
With a powerful pull of his arms, he yanked Roger out of the pit.
I haven't let him go.
Like dragging a heavy corpse, they pulled Roger's body step by step toward the crumbling wall.
They dragged their feet on the ground.
Fresh blood dripped down, leaving a long trail of blood on the gravel and soil.
Ace was breathing heavily.
I haven't had enough. The fire in my heart hasn't died down.