One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 65 Forzford: What did I do wrong?

Several days passed in a flash.

Amidst the saccharine scent of romance, Quinn transferred a large number of prisoners from weapons factories across the country to help build county towns in various villages.

The efficiency of city construction skyrocketed instantly.

The project, which originally took several months, was reduced to one month, and the labor was provided free of charge.

Goode saved a lot of money again.

Flower Capital, within General's Castle.

"Tomorrow is the fire ritual."

Goode stood on the rooftop terrace, gazing at White Dance City.

Perhaps because the Fire Festival is approaching, the country has been relatively quiet these past few days, and the pirates of the Beasts have not been in the mood to cause trouble.

But there are always some restless people.

Thick smoke was billowing over White Dance City.

"Lord Goode!"

Big Black appeared behind Goode and respectfully reported the sudden situation: "We have found out that a group of ronin caused trouble in White Dance City half an hour ago."

"Ah."

Goode's gaze was calm.

"What's the damage?"

"A total of six shops were destroyed, more than 20 people were injured, and more than a dozen girls were kidnapped by ronin. The Oniwabanshu have tracked down the ronin and they are fleeing to Usagi-wan."

"Find their stronghold."

"Yes!"

Big Black disappeared into the smoke.

Good shook his head.

The fact that they caused trouble the day before the Fire Festival and were easily tracked down by the Oniwabanshu was clearly a trap.

"Fozfer, or Sasaki?"

Only these two people would do that.

There is only one right to challenge him, so competition is inevitable. Choosing to make a move on the last day is simply to prevent him from having enough time to recover from his injuries.

Unfortunately, I picked the wrong opponent.

Goode turned and walked into the house, waving to Yamato who was dismantling the sofa.

"Yamato, I'm going to Rabbit Village."

Can I come along?

Yamato immediately jumped up.

Being a general is so boring, it's like being in prison on a ghost island. If it weren't for having to endure it, she wouldn't want to do it.

Goode smiled and shook his head.

"No need, I'm just going to catch a cat."

"cat?"

Yamato lay down on the sofa with disgust and chewed on the wooden armrest.

She doesn't like cats.

Deep in the heart of the Rabbit Valley, in the heart of the forest.

The sign reads "Cat Shrine," and this is Fozford's secret hideout.

Inside the shrine.

Forsford sat on the soft sofa with a wine bowl in his hand, two catgirls lying beside him, happily eating, drinking and having fun.

Inside the room were girls who had been abducted from White Dance City, each with a sorrowful expression and tears in their eyes, serving tea and water.

"That guy must have taken the bait."

"Meow, Lord Forsford, we deliberately left traces, meow."

The henchmen chuckled slyly, covering their mouths. Their favorite pastime was toying with their prey until they were tortured to death.

Judging by the time, we should have found this place by now.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open by a large, muscular hand.

Goode walked into the shrine, glanced around at the bizarre cat-man pirates, and suddenly felt much better.

Even among these strangely-looking oddballs, he could be considered handsome, and calling himself a good-looking guy wouldn't be a problem at all.

Wait, is he really that handsome?

Good stroked his chin.

Although he looked very fierce, the kind that could scare children to tears, his physique and facial features were still considered normal.

In this world teeming with oddballs and freaks, perhaps a muscular giant like him would actually be quite popular.

It may not be as good as the best, but it's certainly better than the worst!
"Meow~~ There's a flaw!"

Seeing Goode in a daze, the two cat-man pirates immediately jumped to either side of Goode and swung their swords with all their might to cut down Goode's body.

"Crack!"

The blade snapped in two!

"Meow?!"

The two cat-man pirates stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Goode, who was completely unharmed, and the broken blade in his hand.

They're shrouded in domineering aura!

"Snapped!"

Two large hands grabbed their heads.

"Hey guys, can you please stop getting in the way when people are being narcissistic?!"

Goode's gaze was deep and unfathomable, and the veins on his arms bulged like small snakes as he grabbed the two men's heads and slammed them together hard!
"boom!"

The two heads were squeezed together like pancakes.

Goode released his grip, his eyes flashing with malice as he glared at Fozfer. He was about to smash the bastard's face flat; he was the most handsome man here!

Oh oh oh!
Our fighting spirit is burning!!!
Forzford's face darkened as he looked at his fallen underling.

"Kill him!"

"Yes, Lord Forsford!"

The cat-man pirates grinned and raised their pistols.

But the next moment, all the cat-man pirates foamed at the mouth, rolled their eyes back, and collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

Cold sweat trickled down Forzford's forehead.

"Overlord's aura!"

"I have no interest in dealing with a bunch of small fry."

Goode spoke calmly.

He wasn't like Luffy, who knew nothing about it. Knowing that he possessed Conqueror's Haki, he naturally wanted to find a way to utilize it.

It's just glaring!

stare!
"I'm really surprised, but Conqueror's Haki doesn't mean anything. It only shows that you have the potential to become a strong person."

Forzford stood up, raised the pink sword in his hand, and looked at Goode with eyes full of jealousy.

That's Conqueror's Haki!

One in a million possesses the power of Conqueror's Haki!

Damn it, how come this guy has such great power?!

Forzford's jealous face was hideous. He gritted his teeth and drew his dagger-like short sword: "I've investigated your background. You only got to where you are today because of Yamato's power. What a useless man."

"Blade-gun!"

With a flash of light, a dense barrage of tiny slashes hurtled towards Goode.

Goode didn't even blink. He casually stomped his foot, and the ground cracked open, sending pieces of gravel floating in front of him and shooting out!

"Bang bang bang!" The shattered rocks shattered the wave, and the remaining force continued to shoot towards Forsford!

"what?!"

Forzford was startled and vanished from his spot in an instant.

"shave!"

One of the Six Styles: Shave!
"Moonstep!"

Forzford appeared above, hovering in the air using Moonwalk.

"It's so dangerous!"

Forzford continued his foul mouth.

"Speaking of which, you killed Ashura Doji and Kyoshiro, but I suppose you must have used some underhanded methods to do so."

"Lanjiao!"

It shot down in an arc, cutting through the waves.

"Maybe so."

Goode stretched out his palm, grabbed the incoming wave of energy, and crushed it with his five fingers!
He did use some tricks to defeat Shutenmaru. As for Kyoshiro, he had already lost his will to fight when he fought him, and he would be lucky to be able to exert 30% of his full strength.

Without a commander to lead the charge, morale is severely affected, much like a powerful warrior who has lost his captain is reduced to a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

"He actually crushed Lan's leg with his bare hands; it seems we'll have to get serious!"

Forzford landed on the cat platform, his body rapidly expanding, his fur, tail, and claws transforming him into an orc in the blink of an eye.

Cat-Cat Fruit, Ancient Zoan, Saber-toothed Tiger, Beast Mode.

"shave!"

Forzford vanished, moving swiftly through the room, leaving behind afterimages, his speed several times greater than before.

Goode's eyes darted around, trying to spot Forzford's figure.

Speed ​​is his biggest weakness. Even when he transforms into Groudon mode, speed remains his weakness. However, in return, he gains unparalleled firepower, making him a veritable mobile turret.

The ultimate in numerical beauty!

Goode suddenly looked to the upper right, his gaze sharpening.

"Cliff Sword!"

Sharp stone pillars rose from the ground, piercing the sky!
"Oh!"

The air exploded, leaving nothing but emptiness.

Damn, I missed it.

"good chance!"

Forzford moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of Goode, grinning maliciously as he extended his finger, which was wrapped with domineering energy.

"Point gun!"

"puff!"

The sharp, domineering beast-like fingers pierced into Goode's pectoral muscles, yet not a drop of blood flowed; the fingers remained embedded in the opponent's muscle.

Forzfrev's pupils contracted.

"Impossible! How can this guy's body be so tough!"

Despite being imbued with Haki and being the strongest thrusting attack among the Six Styles, it failed to pierce the opponent's skin, and its fingers were even stuck in the opponent's muscles.

I can't pull it out!

"Gotcha, little kitty!"

Goode reached out and grabbed Forzfer's wrist, his pectoral muscles contracting as he exerted force, squeezing Forzfer's fingers like a dough sheeter.

“Ahh! It hurts!”

Fozfer screamed in pain, struggling to lift his head with his mouth wide open.

"Stop it, you bastard!"

"Tooth Gun!"

Its mouth snapped shut, and its sharp teeth slashed towards Goode's head!

"Snapped!"

The slash was shattered!

Forsford was stunned and speechless.

Hey, hey, hey, you're kidding, right?!

His tooth spear could easily bite through steel, and ordinary domineering aura could not withstand it, but it was shattered by a single slap.

Wait, what is that?
Forzford looked at Goode's hand, which was a red claw. He remembered that Goode had shown a similar form in the banquet hall before the expedition when he defeated Holdem.

Partial transformation?!

Damn it, don't think he'll give up so easily!

"Lan—"

"Pfft!"

Before he could even lift his leg, his toes were stepped on by Goode's shoe, and the intense pain made the hair on Forzford's body stand on end.

"Meow!!!"

It hurts, it hurts!

The next moment, his face was grabbed by a large hand.

It felt like my skull was about to be crushed!

"Wait, I give up!"

This time, Forzford was truly terrified and cried out in terror for mercy, realizing the difference in their abilities.

The thing in front of me is a monster!

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I admit defeat!"

"wrong?"

Good asked in a cold voice.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have competed with you for the challenge qualification!"

Fozfer begged for mercy in terror.

Goode slowly raised his fist, closing each of his five fingers one by one.

"No, think again."

"I"

When Forzford saw Goode's fist, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Should I have kidnapped those women?"

"wrong."

"I shouldn't have provoked you!"

"Still not right!"

Forsford stared blankly, unable to figure out why.

What on earth did he do wrong!

Goode's eyes were bloodshot, and a layer of dark domineering aura wrapped around his fist. He roared and swung a heavy punch, which was deeply embedded in Fozfer's face.

"You fucking destroyed my house!"

"Houses! Houses! Houses!"

The shrine trembled violently, and it took a long time for it to gradually calm down.

"As a colleague, I'll give you a friendly price: ten times the compensation!"

Forzford lay on the ground covered in blood, his delicate features contorted, and one of his bull horns broken off.

"House?"

(End of this chapter)