Chapter 89: Titan’s Wrath on Beehive Island

“Thomas, where are that group now?”

As soon as Krell stepped out of Charlotte Linlin’s room, he hurried over to Thomas, the cat-faced Fishman, and asked.

“We’ve just received word. Their leader is a man named Yali.”

“Right now Yali’s whereabouts are unknown, but his subordinates are cornered by our men in a break room.”

As they spoke, they walked outside, a line of Fishmen trailing behind. Some of the more combative Fishmen from the Sweets Sea had been gathered together for unified training.

Krell reached the break room’s door and kicked it open without hesitation.

“Bang!”

“It’s you lot, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s them.”

Long Yi, hearing Krell was coming to apprehend the attackers, had quickly followed to point out the culprits. The group inside were the ones who’d ambushed him.

“Get up, move!”

“Move it, move it!”

With just a glance from Krell, the Fishmen behind surged forward and seized everyone present.

“Please, no—let us go!”

“Behave. Move along.”

The pirates were dragged out of the break room. After walking a short distance, they spotted Yali lurking in a corner.

“Boss Yali, help us!”

“Boss Yali!”

Yali, realizing he’d been found, strode out from the shadows, utterly unruffled.

“May I ask what you want with my useless subordinates?”

Though Krell’s heart burned with rage at Yali’s calm, his face gave nothing away.

“So, you’re Yali.”

“Your subordinates caused trouble—are you planning to protect them?”

Yali stepped forward, leaning against the wall, eyeing Krell with indifference.

“On this island, I doubt there’s anyone my boss John can’t protect.”

“Sorry, but today you won’t be able to protect this one.”

“And what if I insist?”

Krell knew things were about to get messy from Yali’s words.

What Krell didn’t realize was that Yali’s real goal was to stop them just long enough to dispose of his own men—eliminating any witnesses.

Even if this reached Lord Rocks later, they’d have no proof.

Krell gave the Fishmen a look, signaling them to leave first while he stayed behind to hold off Yali.

“You guys, go ahead.”

“Not a chance. None of you are leaving.”

“Splash! Splash!”

The Fishman squad, just stepping forward, instantly snapped into alert.

Krell glared at Yali, his face dark.

From the surrounding alleys and houses, a flood of pirates suddenly appeared.

“Looks like there’s no more talking left.”

“Fish-Man Karate—3000-Watt Straight Punch!”

Krell realized Yali wanted none of them to leave this street alive.

They’d have to fight their way out.

“Attack!”

“Kill them!”

“Protect yourselves above all else!”

As Krell charged Yali, he left one message for everyone.

Yali had slipped up and mentioned John, so those two unimportant pirates didn’t matter anymore.

The most important thing was that someone made it out alive to report back to Lord Karl.

“Clang clang clang…”

A thirty-strong squad of Fishmen clashed with over a hundred pirates in fierce, close combat.

“Golden Light Spell!”

“Wave Slash!”

“Boom!”

Long Yi had barely taken down a few pirates when a swordsman locked eyes with him.

The two launched into an intense battle.

During their fight, Krell asked Yali the question burning in his mind.

“Why did you have to mess with us?”

“Who knows?”

“Bang!”

“Smack!”

Yali had no intention of answering. In just a few moments, the two exchanged dozens of savage blows.

Dusk settled, the sky growing dark.

After hours flying nonstop, Karl finally reached Beehive Island just as evening fell.

As soon as the ship docked, Karl led the way ashore with Davis and the others close behind.

Walking so fast, they only got a rough first impression of Beehive Island.

Still, they saw enough to understand: the whole island outside town was a scene of chaos.

Just as Karl landed, the fighting in the alleys was winding down.

Krell’s strength was greater than Yali’s in the end.

He beat Yali half to death, then hurried to help the Fishmen break out, though seven of them were killed.

And the pirates who had ambushed Long Yi were killed too when the chaos swept through.

“Lord Karl will make you pay for this.”

With what was left of his people—and seven fallen comrades—Krell made his way toward Charlotte Linlin’s residence.

“Without proof, what can you do to us?”

“Sorry, but Lord Karl taught me a lesson—might makes right.”

Krell didn’t look back as he raised his fist, striding away.

When they reached Charlotte Linlin’s place, Krell entered alone to make his report to her.

“Ma ma ma ma!”

“Is John tired of living?”

As expected.

Charlotte Linlin had learned it was all done on John’s orders.

She yanked the Emperor Sword from her hat and stormed toward the door, ready to cut John down herself.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

“Thud, thud, thud!”

“Linlin, are you alright?”

“Karl… Our children…”

Seeing Karl enter, Linlin dropped the Emperor Sword to the floor and ran forward to embrace him.

Karl quickly glanced around, signaling the others in the room with his eyes.

“Clang!”

Krell and the others immediately stepped outside, closing the door behind them.

“Alright, alright, Linlin.”

“Now tell me what happened.”

…

“Are you all Lord Karl’s new crew members?”

“I’m Krell, nice to meet you.”

Looking at the group gathered outside, Krell politely introduced himself.

Then he noticed Halil at the back, who seemed genuinely surprised.

The informants he had on Fishman Island hadn’t relayed this to him—looks like his intelligence network had a blind spot.

“Hey, you’re a Fishman too!”

“My name is Halil. Good to meet you.”

As everyone was introducing themselves, the air suddenly grew heavy—a faint red ripple spread through the room.

“Boom!”

“What’s going on?”

They rushed inside, but found only Charlotte Linlin, and a gaping hole blown through the wall.

“John, you’re dead!”

Hearing the commotion, everyone ran outside and looked up—there, floating midair, was a golden giant.

Just a moment ago, with the sun down, night had fallen darker than pitch.

But now, Karl’s light shone over the whole of Beehive Island.

Learning John’s men had caused this fiasco—forcing Linlin into premature labor and robbing several babies of their full lineage—Karl’s anger finally exploded.

He burst out the door, leaped into the sky, transformed into Titan form, and unleashed his Observation Haki—all of it enveloping John’s base.

John heard Karl’s furious roar and knew instantly things had gone bad. He hurried outside and spotted Karl in the sky.

“Titan’s Fall!”

Karl reared back with his right leg and streaked down like a meteor, crashing toward John.

For a split second, the night sky blazed with a shining meteor, sparkling with starlight all around.

“Dragon Slash!”

John didn’t hesitate and used his signature move—a surge of azure dragon sword energy shot straight at Karl.

“Bang!”

It did nothing—the sword energy shattered like glass the moment Karl’s attack met it.

Karl didn’t slow—his kick smashed straight into John’s head.

At that instant—all went silent.

Next moment, everyone on Beehive Island watched as a golden sphere rose from John’s base, illuminating the sky!

“Boom!”

A massive shockwave obliterated John’s base, shaking the earth and flooding the heavens with golden light.

John’s base sat near the docks, and even ships in the port were sent flying into the sea. Half the port was wiped out.

“Gyahahaha!”

“John, you never listen, do you.”

Golden Lion strolled out the door, cigar clamped in his teeth. He drifted toward the great golden sun rising above John’s base.

“Gurararara!”

“Karl, little brother, you’ve sure made a scene!”

Newgate sat in his courtyard, Cloud Cutter in hand, striding toward the battlefield.

Wang Zhi, Silver Axe, and the others were also making their way over.

“Pff!”

“Argh!”

John was sent skidding across hundreds of meters, finally coming to a stop in a deep crater. He sat up, dazed, staring up at Karl.

Karl wasted no time—he summoned a storm of lightning from the sky and hurled it at John.

“Daoist Thunder Magic—Thunderbolt Barrage!”

“Dragon Slash!”

John’s face turned white at the sight of the raging power streaking toward him. He scrambled up, slicing sword energy as he fled.

But the thunder seemed guided by fate—no matter where John ran, it followed, homing in on him relentlessly.

“Armament—Full Coverage!”

“One Sword Style—Secret Dragon Slash!”

Veins bulged in John’s hands as he swung his blade with all his might, slashing at the incoming lightning.

But lightning was too fast. His sword energy had barely left the blade before the thunder crashed over him.

“Aaaah!”

The smell of burnt flesh wafted from John, mixed with the crackle of lightning.

“Bang!”

Karl landed heavily in the crater, standing over John, who lay on the ground, struggling.

“John, your biggest mistake was targeting my people.”

“You take such pride in your sword skills, huh?”

Karl bent down, grabbing John’s right arm in an iron grip.

John instantly realized what Karl was about to do, his face a mask of terror as he let out a scream.

“No!”

“Stop!”

“Aaaah!”

Energy exploded from Karl’s fist, crushing John’s right arm into a cloud of blood.

Wheezing, John clutched at his wound, growing weaker by the second as blood poured out.

“Go report to the King of Hell. Be sure to tell him my name.”

“Clang!”