#362 - Chapter 362 Who is in favor and who is against

Pekoms' roar shook the entire arena like thunder, and the crowd's shouts surged like a tsunami, igniting the entire island with fervent excitement.

However, amidst this intense battle, the real storm unfolded between two powerful figures.

By utilizing the power of the More-More Fruit, Byrnndi World was able to maximize his physical abilities. At that moment, he resembled a ferocious beast, possessing peak strength and speed.

His fists seemed capable of tearing through the air, each strike carrying immense pressure, as if capable of shattering the earth.

Facing such a formidable enemy, Pekoms did not back down. Instead, he relied on his extensive combat experience to grapple with his opponent, like a seasoned general standing firm in the midst of a raging storm.

"Eight Impact Fist, Drill Dragon Drill Nail - Pekoms, Open!!"

This move was Pekoms' signature technique, channeling Armament Haki into his pointed, cone-shaped head, making it sharp enough to pierce anything.

And now, he was prepared to confront his opponent head-on.

He leaped up with explosive force, like a bullet fired from a cannon, charging straight towards Byrnndi World with unwavering determination and without holding anything back.

If this strike landed, it would be enough to shatter the ice and cause immense destruction.

However, Byrnndi World had anticipated Pekoms' move. He sneered, and Armament Haki rapidly covered his fist, as his fist, as hard as iron, fearlessly met Pekoms' head.

A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, as if mocking Pekoms' foolishness:

"With your head already bent, you still dare to attack with it? It seems you haven't learned your lesson at all."

His voice was deep and cold, filled with cruel mockery.

The two streams of Haki collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, as if the entire space trembled at that moment.

Pekoms' head and Byrnndi World's fist locked in a stalemate mid-air, the massive shockwave instantly blowing away everything around them, even the earth trembled slightly under this force.

However, at this critical moment, a crisp "crack" sound suddenly came from Pekoms' head, and his head bent even further, becoming somewhat unnatural.

Pekoms' face instantly turned ashen, sweat trickling down his forehead, but his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.

This was his prized head, and he would never admit defeat!

He gritted his teeth, exerting force with all his might, trying to push his power to the limit once again.

However, Byrnndi World's fist did not slacken in the slightest, he continued to apply immense pressure, as if to completely crush Pekoms' head.

"I'll bend your head even more today!!"

Byrnndi World's voice was filled with cruelty, his fist like a heavy hammer, slamming fiercely into Pekoms' head.

Pekoms' body shuddered violently in mid-air, and the entire person was blasted away by the immense impact, crashing heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the surroundings were silent, as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.

Pekoms lay on the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on Byrnndi World, burning with unyielding anger.

His prized head had indeed bent a little more.

Byrnndi World stood in the distance, coldly looking down at Pekoms, as if looking at a defeated beast.

"You...are still not strong enough."

Byrnndi World's voice was cold and ruthless, he disregarded Pekoms in the pit, as if the other party was just a clown who hadn't taken off his makeup after finishing his performance.

Only Pekoms' panting remained in the air, his head bent once again.

And his will also wavered somewhat.

Just then, Byrnndi World's voice boomed across the island like thunder, shaking the minds of everyone present.

He stood at the center of the battlefield, his eyes like an eagle, scanning the pirates gathered before him.

Although the number of these pirates was large, in his eyes they were nothing more than a rabble.

Their anger, their fear, could not shake his inner resolve.

"From now on, the West Blue is mine," his voice echoed coldly in the air, carrying an unparalleled arrogance, "Who agrees? Who opposes?"

These words seemed to carry an invisible force, making everyone breathless.

Although there were many of these pirates, and any one of them might usually reign supreme within their own territory, at this moment, facing Byrnndi World's declaration, they seemed to suddenly lose all courage and confidence.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if a fierce conflict could erupt at any moment.

However, no one dared to act rashly.

Byrnndi World's reputation pressed down on their hearts like a mountain, and even if their hearts surged with the anger of resistance, they had to weigh their own strength.

Pekoms lay on the ground, his face gloomy.

He understood that the man before him was not just spouting empty words.

Byrnndi World's strength was beyond doubt, he had once shaken the entire world with his own power.

In the immediate sense, he was still lying in a pit because of his previous fight with the man.

Now, the other party had set his sights on the West Blue, as if this sea was already his for the taking.

"The West Blue is ours! We won't let an outsider like you touch it!"

Pekoms said through gritted teeth, his tone filled with unwillingness and anger.

But even so, his voice lacked the confidence he had before.

Byrnndi World simply smiled contemptuously,

"You clowns, you're not worthy to compete with me for the West Blue?"

His words were filled with contempt and disdain, as if in his eyes, these people were not worth mentioning at all.

That cold confidence completely shattered the last bit of luck in everyone's hearts.

They realized that the man before them was not joking, he was truly preparing to take the entire West Blue under his control.

In the silence, some pirates were already retreating. Although their mouths didn't say anything, their bodies' reactions revealed the fear and wavering in their hearts.

And this fear seemed to spread among the others.

Byrnndi World's gaze coldly swept over these people, as if examining a group of lambs already destined for failure.

He stepped forward, each step seemingly treading on the hearts of the crowd.

"I'll ask again, who agrees? Who opposes?"

His voice rang out again, carrying an irresistible force, as if to tear the world apart.

This time, no one dared to speak.

Even with so much unwillingness in their hearts, facing Byrnndi World's strength, all resistance seemed pale and powerless.

Byrnndi World smirked, he had already seen through these people's thoughts.

Today, he would use practical actions to tell everyone that the West Blue, from this moment on, belonged to him, Byrnndi World!

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