One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"Who?! Who lost?"

"With that commotion... that newcomer is definitely dead!"

The audience below the stage covered their eyes in terror, trying to see what was happening inside the arena through the billowing smoke and the lingering electric arcs.

Zzz... Zzz...

A few seconds later, the violent lightning seemed to find an outlet, flowing into the ground through the iron needles on the arena.

The arena floor had been reduced to scorched earth.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The thousands of fur-bearers in the audience fell into a deathly silence the moment they saw the scene unfolding on screen, as if they had been choked.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

That was the sound of blood dripping onto the scorching hot stone slab.

In the center of the arena.

The once arrogant Modi was now kneeling on the ground, clutching his head, convulsing and howling in pain.

"My horns... my horns!!"

His proud pair of jet-black horns on his head were now broken off at the root!

The break is jagged, as if it were forcibly broken off.

Without the protection of his horns, Modi's head became a bald, bloody mess, with blood gushing out like a fountain from the severed wound, staining his terrified face red.

And in front of him.

Goss remained standing.

His black and white fur was still emitting wisps of smoke, and a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth.

He was holding the unconscious Lili Rong steadily in his arms.

Clang.

Goss loosened his right hand.

He casually tossed the two broken, still-smoking, massive ram horns in front of Modi's knees, as if they were trash.

"What right does a stray dog ​​from the sea have to swagger around in Zou?"

The entire stadium was still stunned by the loud bang, and no one noticed that in the shadows at the highest point of the stands, the man who had been silent all along slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Pedro did not show the same look of astonishment as Roddy or the other spectators.

On the contrary, in his single exposed eye, there was only a calmness that suggested he had already foreseen the outcome.

"really……"

Pedro looked at the unyielding figure in the ring and muttered to himself.

From the moment Goss stepped into the plaza and caught Lund, Pedro's Observation Haki sensed an extremely incongruous aura.

That was definitely not the aura of an ordinary fur tribe.

It was something much older and more violent, like a terrifying pressure emanating from thousands of meters below the ocean.

It was exactly the same as the sea king fossil in the training ground that even he dared not touch easily.

Pedro looked at the faint blue light emanating from Goss's body, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Could it be that Gos really succeeded? Like the ancient Mink tribes, did he control lightning instead of static electricity?

As for Modi?

Pedro glanced at the horned loser kneeling on the ground, groaning, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Modi's proud so-called pirate experiences and brutal battles.

For Pedro, who lost his older brother Gerber in Whole Cake Island and had his soul stolen by Big Mom for fifty years, this was nothing but whining.

"You asked for this, Moody."

Pedro stubbed out his cigarette and patted Sicilian, who was sitting next to him.

"Sicilian, Boss Cat Viper specifically instructed that Modi is still useful, and he absolutely cannot die now."

"I know, His Excellency the Duke mentioned it to me as well."

Sicilian frowned and turned to look at Pedro.

"Do you really think that kid would kill Moody in front of everyone?"

On the arena.

Modi knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain and blood loss, but he did not scream and beg for mercy as he had before.

Despite his eyes being bloodshot with fear, he clenched his half-broken tooth tightly, forcing out a hoarse growl from his throat:

"Don't...don't get too cocky, you brat..."

Modi struggled to stand up, and even though his legs were still shaking, he maintained that disgustingly fierce expression.

"Don't get too cocky! It's just a broken horn..."

"The injuries I sustained at sea... were a hundred times worse than this! I have a 30 million bounty on my head..."

It's sizzling!

The piercing crackling of electricity abruptly interrupted his shouting.

Goss took a step forward expressionlessly, and the eerie blue arc of electricity wrapped around his right claw surged instantly, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

"I remember you just said—the ocean is a world where monsters eat waste."

Modi's fierce expression froze instantly. As he watched the lightning claw getting closer and closer to his throat, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body involuntarily shrank back.

"Wait... this is a friendly match..."

Whoosh! A murderous intent erupted.

Goss didn't care at all that this was a friendly match. With his claws crackling like thunder, he swung them down hard at Modi's throat without hesitation!

"!!!"

Modi's pupils contracted sharply; the chill of death instantly froze his stubbornness, leaving him rooted to the spot.

"Enough!!" "Stop, Goss!!"

Two afterimages appeared in the center of the arena almost instantly.

Bang! A muffled sound. Goss's claw, sharp enough to tear a throat apart, was firmly held in mid-air by two powerful hands.

On the left is Pedro, with a serious expression and a furrowed brow.

On the right is Sicilian, his face contorted with rage, roaring loudly.

The two captains attacked simultaneously, like two mountains, forcefully suppressing Goss's movements.

"The outcome is decided!" Sicilian roared, "Even if Modi is wicked, he didn't kill anyone in the ring!"

"A bad character alone is not enough to convict someone!"

"Calm down, kid." Pedro's hand was like an iron clamp, his voice low and menacing. "Now is not the time."

Modi looked at the restrained Goss, and his previously frozen heart began to beat again. The relief of surviving the ordeal brought a sinister smile back to his distorted face.

"Heh...haha...you want to kill me? Just because I defeated all the members of the martial arts group in the arena? You don't actually think you're so righteous, do you?"

"In Zou, your behavior was even worse than mine, hehehehe..."

However, Modi's voice seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, abruptly stopping.

To his horror, Goss, whose arms were pinned down, showed no sign of annoyance at being interrupted.

Instead, the black and white honey badger was smiling at him.

His mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin that reached his ears, revealing a set of chilling, interlocking fangs. Paired with those emotionless red eyes, it looked utterly eerie.

"Do you think...you're safe?"

Goss suddenly opened his mouth wide, aiming it at Modi's left hand, which he instinctively raised to block.

Deep in his throat, the thunder sac contracted and pumped wildly in an instant!

"roar!!!"

Lightning was moving so fast that there was no time to stop it.

A cluster of lightning, only as thick as a wrist but with an alarmingly high brightness, shot out directly from Goss's mouth like a high-energy laser sword!

Sizzle—!!!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

Modi, who had been putting on a brave face just moments before, suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

His left hand, which was raised in mid-air, instantly turned black and carbonized under the close-range thunderous breath, emitting a nauseating smell of roasted lamb trotters.

Pedro and Sicilian's expressions changed drastically. They simultaneously exerted their strength to pin Goss to the ground, forcibly interrupting his subsequent attacks.

But amidst the swirling smoke.

Goss, pinned to the ground, watched Modi writhe in pain, clutching his charred arm, and still smiled.

He licked the lingering heat from his lips, his red eyes filled with ferocity:

"Modi, I'm starting to like you a little. You always say the right thing. Of course, I'm worse than you."

After all, for you, ferocity is just a disguise for your weakness.

But for me... it's instinct.