vncnus Chapter 168 Rayleigh loses his arm, Jabba loses his manhood!
Chapter 168 Rayleigh loses his arm, Jabba loses his manhood!
Chapter 168 Rayleigh loses his arm, Jabba loses his manhood!
After Brian gave the order, Feixue, who still had the strength, led Brian, Boros, and Coco, the "three patients," and rushed towards the depths of the sea below at top speed.
Agni, Leona, and other monster girls unleashed their last strength in the air, forming energy barriers to hinder Garp's subordinates' pursuit, before following Brian in the end.
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When the smoke from the explosion cleared, only a scene of devastation remained.
Garp rose from the charred dust, his clothes torn and burned, his face and arms covered in blood and scorch marks.
The once imposing navy officer now appeared extremely disheveled, panting heavily, clearly having suffered serious injuries in the battle.
He turned his head sharply to look at the two Roger Pirates crew members he had successfully rescued.
Roger let out a mournful cry, and his weakened body struggled once more as he crawled toward the two charred corpses.
Although Rayleigh and Jabba's bodies were thrown out of the center of the explosion by Garp, the aftershocks of the Sevenfold Mythical Beast Fusion Technique were still devastating. They looked as if they had been devoured by an unseen behemoth, and were so mangled that they were no longer human-like.
"Rayleigh—Jabber—" Roger crawled to their side, his trembling fingers touching the charred skin, its coldness and hardness like touching two pieces of burnt charcoal.
"Ugh, cough cough cough—"
Rayleigh's entire body was charred black, and the pain made his once clear eyes unfocused, leaving him only able to utter some painful groans.
The most tragic part was his right arm, the very arm that held the soul of a swordsman who wielded a rapier across the seas.
When Garp threw him, his right arm was hit by the edge of the explosion's energy. At that moment, his arm from the shoulder down was completely charred beyond recognition.
"First mate, my first mate, Rayleigh!!!" Roger's fingers touched the charred and broken piece of flesh that had been separated from his body, and an overwhelming pain surged in his heart.
"It's over—my hand is broken—" Lei used his only remaining left arm to grope for his severed limb. His usually calm eyes were now filled with despair.
He knew that his era as a swordsman had come to a complete end. He, the renowned swordsman of the New World, had lost his right arm at this moment.
Can a swordsman who cannot hold a longsword still be considered a swordsman?
Rayleigh asked himself honestly, and he was filled with despair. He didn't even have the thought of replying to Roger, and he appeared unusually depressed.
Jabba's condition was even more appalling; his suffering even surpassed that of Rayleigh.
"Ah, ah, ah!!!"
"Roger, Roger, Captain!"
His lower body was directly hit by the shockwave from the center of the explosion. Below the waist, his flesh was mangled and bloody, and his legs had been completely separated from his body, leaving only broken, charred flesh.
Jabba groaned in pain, looking utterly miserable, constantly calling Roger's name, though he was practically unconscious—this was his subconscious.
It was as if all the pain disappeared as long as Roger was there.
The opposite is true; Roger is the real source of the immense suffering he is experiencing today.
"Jabbar————"
Roger closed his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and trembled slightly. He dared not open his eyes, afraid that tears would flow if he did.
He knew that Jabba had not only lost his legs, but he had also lost his balance and the foundation of his being a warrior.
Even more cruelly, his face, contorted in pain, had lost all color, and his lower body, the part that was originally a symbol of manhood, had also completely disappeared in the explosion, leaving only a charred, flat area.
A scene flashed through Roger's mind: Jabba had once told him with a smile that he wanted to find a giant woman to have several children with immense strength, so that his bloodline could continue.
Roger still remembers the smile on Jabba's face when he talked about this dream—a smile of contentment and simplicity. His dream wasn't many, nor was it grand.
"No—Jabbar—you—" Roger's heart felt as if it had been crushed by an invisible hand, and he let out a silent roar.
Brian's blow was not just a physical injury; it completely severed Jabba's future as a man and as a life.
That cruelty surpassed that of all pirates, even surpassing Rocks. It was a cold-blooded, calculated malice aimed at the very soul.
If Brian, with his severely injured body, were to stand on the edge of the explosion and witness the scene before him, he would only wear the most satisfied smile.
He wouldn't care about Roger's suffering; he would only marvel at how successful his plan had been.
The destruction of the Roger Pirates did not require Roger's death, but rather the collapse of Roger's faith and pride.
"Roger, your era is over. You thought you had won the battle of wills, but my monster girl will reap everything for me. Rayleigh's sword is broken, Jabba's roots are severed, and your freedom will forever be tainted by this bloody mess!!!"
This is the most poisonous curse that Brian left in the world, even after he fled far away.
Roger, at this moment, had completely fallen into a mental abyss.
"What—what did I do—" He suddenly broke down, tightly hugging Rayleigh and Jabana's mangled bodies, warm tears mixed with blood, soaking through their charred skin.
He once thought that by dragging Brian down with his own life, he would have fulfilled his duty as "King".
He believed that Garp's appearance was fate's final act of mercy.
But Brian's ruthless calculations shattered all his pride and courage.
"I bowed to Garp—I abandoned my pride—I begged the enemy—but why—"
Why can't I save you all?!
Roger harbored a deep and unforgettable hatred for Brian. It wasn't hatred for an enemy, but hatred for a "plunderer" who was colder than a demon.
Brian took away everything most precious in his life, even cruelly forcing him to watch this scene from beginning to end. How cruel, and how tragic.
He tried to struggle to his feet to chase after the fleeing demon, but his body, corrupted by the Seven Sins' magic, made even moving a finger incredibly difficult.
Garp walked over and, seeing Roger's completely broken expression and the two seriously injured and dying crew members, a deep weariness and solemnity appeared on his rugged face.
"Roger—don't move. I'll take them down to treat them first," Garp said in a deep voice.
Roger did not answer. He simply held tightly to the mangled bodies of his two companions, his eyes bloodshot. The despair and regret had completely extinguished all his domineering aura.
"Brian of the Beasts—"
He let out a low growl like a wild beast, his voice filled with extreme pain and curses—