111: Chapter 107 Now, can we talk properly?

"Uncle, this is what I call politeness. I'm just saying hello first, so he won't be caught off guard when I start whipping him later."

Sabo shook his head and could only quicken his pace to keep up.

...

In the center of Barbecue Island, inside the castle hall.

Iron Fist Galpacho was sitting on his throne, toying with a red chili pepper in his hand.

"Re... Report, Vice Admiral!"

Several Marines, having lost their helmets and armor, scrambled in, crawling and stumbling.

"They're here! That man in the floral shirt... he used his belt to whip One-Eye away!"

"A belt?"

Iron Fist Galpacho frowned.

"Is it really Carl?"

He stood up, crushed the chili pepper in his hand into powder, and a sinister look appeared on his face.

"Interesting, a washed-up Admiral actually dares to come to my territory and run wild."

He strode toward the outside of the hall, his cape flapping loudly behind him.

"Adjutant! Gather all the brothers!"

"Today, I'm going to host a human meat barbecue feast on Barbecue Island!"

On the plaza outside the castle.

Carl and Sabo had already crossed the chaotic streets and arrived in front of the castle gates.

The surrounding area was tightly surrounded by hundreds of G-5 Marine Unit soldiers armed with muskets and sabers, but no one dared to step forward easily.

The terrifying aura radiating from Carl—restrained yet faintly oppressive—made these usually lawless, ruffian Marines feel an instinctive sense of fear.

The castle gates burst open.

Iron Fist Galpacho walked out with an arrogant, swaggering gait, each step causing the ground to vibrate slightly.

His gaze swept over Carl's floral shirt and finally landed on the belt around Carl's waist, letting out a rough laugh.

"You're Carl?"

"I thought you were some kind of monster with three heads and six arms."

Iron Fist Galpacho grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"That piece of trash Sakazuki, to be scared like that by a guy like you, he really disgraced the Marines."

Carl picked his ear, looking at him with some disdain.

"You're that 'Iron Fist' Galpacho?"

"That's right, it's me!"

Iron Fist Galpacho clenched his fists tightly, and Armament Haki instantly covered his arms, taking on a black, metallic sheen.

"I heard you came for the Dragon Breath chili peppers?"

He pulled a Dragon Breath chili pepper from his chest, and right in front of Carl, tossed it into his mouth, chewing it until the juices splattered everywhere.

"It tastes great!"

He laughed loudly, his eyes full of provocation.

"Want some? Then let's see if you have the ability to dig it out of my stomach!"

Sabo watched from the side, lightning flickering on the metal pipe in his hand.

This Iron Fist Galpacho was simply too arrogant.

However, Carl's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

He wasn't angry; instead, he looked at Iron Fist Galpacho with some sympathy.

"Kid."

Carl slowly undid his belt buckle.

"Do you know, there are two things I, your uncle, hate most in my life?"

Iron Fist Galpacho snorted coldly.

"I don't care what you hate!"

"First, when others say my barbecue is trash."

Carl took the belt in his hand and folded it gently.

"Second, when someone eats and chews too loudly, ruining my appetite."

The moment his voice fell, Carl's figure vanished into thin air.

Iron Fist Galpacho's pupils constricted.

So fast!

His Observation Haki was screaming warnings, but before he could react, a terrifying willpower, heavy as if the world were collapsing, descended upon his head.

"Zoan · Ancient Species · Ankylosaurus Form!"

Iron Fist Galpacho didn't hesitate at all and directly activated his Devil Fruit ability.

His body instantly expanded, and a layer of incredibly thick, barbed armor grew on his skin. He looked like an iron chariot, his defense reaching its peak.

"Get lost!!"

He roared, his iron fist covered in Armament Haki, smashing fiercely toward the space above his head.

What greeted him was not a fist, nor a sword. It was a pitch-black belt, tracing a graceful arc through the air.

"Snap!!"

That crisp sound was exceptionally jarring in the silent plaza.

Iron Fist Galpacho's Ancient Species armor, which could withstand cannon fire, shattered the instant the belt made contact.

The black Armament Haki dissipated instantly like ice melting under a scorching sun.

"Aaaah—!!"

A blood-curdling howl erupted from Iron Fist Galpacho's throat.

His massive body, like a baseball being swatted away, left a long afterimage in the air, crashing heavily through the castle wall and burying him in the ruins.

The hundreds of G-5 Marine Unit soldiers nearly had their eyeballs pop out.

Their Vice Admiral, an Ancient Species ability user with a bounty of several hundred million, had actually been... swatted away by that man with a belt?

Sabo stood behind, watching this scene, and silently took out his notebook.

[Uncle's force control has become even more exquisite.]

[The combination of the belt and Armament Haki can inflict multiple shock damages on the target in an instant.]

[Key point: speed and penetration, no extra movements needed at all.]

After writing, he closed the notebook and looked at the ruins with some sympathy.

Of all people to provoke, you had to provoke Uncle. Now, not even the gods can save you.

...

In the ruins.

"Boom!"

Rocks flew everywhere.

Iron Fist Galpacho crawled out from inside, looking somewhat disheveled. His armor was mostly shattered, and blood was flowing continuously from his wounds.

His already ugly face was completely twisted by extreme pain and anger at this moment.

"Damn you!!"

"I'm going to kill you!!"

He roared, his body expanding again, completely transforming into a giant Ancient Ankylosaurus. The massive bone mace at the end of his tail smashed deep pits into the ground.

"Iron Hammer Meteor!!"

Using the momentum of his rotation, the massive tail mace swept toward Carl with an earth-shattering momentum.

The power of that strike even tore the surrounding air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Carl stood in place, not moving his feet even half an inch. He just watched the massive tail mace getting closer, shaking his head with some helplessness.

"How many times do I have to say it, focus your power."

"With such a big commotion, besides kicking up dust, what's the point?"

He flicked his wrist. The pitch-black belt turned into a blurry black shadow in the air.

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound. The massive tail mace, capable of smashing warships, collided with the belt in mid-air. There was no stalemate.

The hard bone on the surface of the tail mace shattered inch by inch under the whip of the belt, turning into bone dust filling the sky.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Iron Fist Galpacho let out an even more miserable scream. The excruciating pain in his tail caused his massive body to lose balance, and he crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Carl, wearing flip-flops, walked up to him step by step.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

Iron Fist Galpacho lay on the ground, his huge eyes filled with fear. He looked at Carl, who was looking down at him, and at the belt gently swinging in Carl's hand, his body beginning to tremble violently.

What kind of monster is this? His Ancient Species defense was like paper in front of him!

"I... I was wrong..."

Iron Fist Galpacho spat out a few words with difficulty, his body beginning to shrink, returning to his human form. But he was covered in blood, with none of his previous arrogance left.

Carl squatted down and patted his face with the belt.

"Where are your chili peppers?"

"In... in the castle's basement... they are all there..."

Iron Fist Galpacho answered weakly, not even daring to raise his head.

"Very good."