Chapter 64: I, Tsui Chak, hereby make a public real-name report that someone is playing tricks with dual-sided scripts!

Chapter 64: I, Zeze Cui, Formally Report Someone for Rigging the Script!

Through the blade’s reflection of the [Deconstructive Mother·Imitation], Cui泽 caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of that large, glaring, bright yellow "Flashy Ape".

He did not flinch in the slightest, instead abruptly pulling the scalpel out of Henry Cavendish's shoulder.

Swoosh—

A jet of blood instantly spurted out.

With the blade withdrawn, it should have drawn a shrill, miserable scream.

Yet at this moment, Henry Cavendish was as silent as a corpse.

Completely shattered by Cui泽's earlier words, His Majesty the King was filled with an overwhelming sense of boundless terror in his heart.

Far from crying out in pain, he even forcefully suppressed his body to keep it from trembling, terrified of once again provoking Cui泽 into more radical actions.

Seeing this, Cui泽 patted Henry Cavendish's face with deep gratification.

Slap! Slap!

Cui泽's palms lightly struck Henry Cavendish's face, producing crisp slapping sounds.

An act so laden with invisible violence made the esteemed King feel a chill running down his spine.

And Kizaru, who watched all of this unfold: "..."

Before this kid joined the Marines...

Did he really spend a few years as a pirate?

This look, this aura, this posture—his bounty has got to be at least a hundred million, right?!

Cui泽 was entirely unaware of Boss Kizaru's inner thoughts.

He draped his arm casually over Henry Cavendish's shoulder, his index and middle fingers dangling loosely over the hilt of the [Deconstructive Mother·Imitation] as the blade tapped idly against the latter's arm.

"Glint-Glint Fruit? You must be Vice Admiral Kizaru of Marine Headquarters, right?"

Knowing full well what was going on, Cui泽 deliberately put on a nonchalant attitude.

"Oh my, do you actually have time to personally come out on a mission today?"

"?"

Hearing this heavily sarcastic tone, Kizaru felt a strange sensation, as though he had somehow lost in some inexplicable way.

"What a truly terrifying rookie~"

Kizaru rubbed his chin, forcefully regaining his own conversational rhythm.

Cui泽 shrugged.

"Indeed. So?"

Hiss—

Kizaru suddenly felt his teeth itch slightly.

This brat!

Kizaru narrowed his eyes involuntarily. "Daring to attack and hold hostage the king of a World Government affiliate nation, it seems you're looking for a permanent suite in Impel Down."

"Mm... Correct!"

Cui泽 raised his chin, maintaining a completely unbothered demeanor.

"And then?"

"Haa—"

Kizaru let out a stifled breath. It was the first time anyone had ever managed to mess with his composure, and he felt an almost uncontrollable urge to give Cui泽 a thorough beating right then and there.

"No way, no way? A Marine Vice Admiral doesn't even have this much emotional control?"

Cui泽 was dancing wildly on the precipice of courting death.

"Is this what an Admiral candidate looks like? Truly laughable!"

Bang!

Kizaru's nerve for anger snapped completely at that moment.

Hum—Whoosh!

Accompanied by a strange sound effect, a beam of light burst from Kizaru's fingertip, cutting through layers of air with lightning speed to strike precisely against the swaying blade of the [Deconstructive Mother·Imitation] in Cui泽's grip.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

A mere E-grade "Blade-tier" scalpel was simply no match for the enraged Kizaru's laser beam.

Having accompanied Cui泽 for months, the [Deconstructive Mother·Imitation] failed to last even half a second before the laser beam sheared it right down the middle. The top half of the broken blade flew far away, plunging vertically into the ground.

Cui泽's pupils instantly contracted to pinpricks. He hadn't even caught Kizaru's movement; only a fleeting flash of yellow light had crossed his retina before his weapon was utterly destroyed.

This...

This isn't right, is it?

Weren't we supposed to be throwing the match?

Boss Kizaru, you actually destroyed my weapon first!

Damn it, playing dirty with me, aren't you?

Cui泽 completely failed to consider just how severe the psychological damage of his barrage of sarcastic remarks had been to Kizaru.

"You're triggered, you're triggered, you're triggered!"

Cui泽 pressed the broken half-blade against Henry Cavendish's neck.

"The hostage is still in my hands, yet you dare launch an attack! You Marines really something else!"

"Controlling a hostage? That's merely an illusion you've convinced yourself of..."

The speed of light far surpasses the speed of sound.

Before those words could even reach Cui泽's ears, Kizaru's figure was already reflected in his pupils. That white-gloved right hand clamped down like an iron vise, gripping the wrist of the hand holding the knife with absolute finality.

Only then did Cui泽 clearly hear what Kizaru had said.

Recalling the prior arrangements made within Marine Headquarters, Cui泽 abandoned the idea of continuing to use Henry Cavendish as leverage.

"Beating up an affiliate king" could never compare to the thrill of "knocking down a Headquarters Admiral," could it?

Naïve as he was, he still thought Kizaru would continue playing along with the "script."

Cui泽 abruptly raised his right leg, his thigh wrapped in [Clockwork Bandages] carrying the formidable force to shatter steel as it kicked straight toward Kizaru's abdomen. The dark, pitch-black hue symbolizing Armament Haki coated his toes, kicking up a fierce gust of wind.

'If nothing goes wrong, Boss Kizaru should put on a performance here!'

A scene from Marineford flashed through Cui泽's mind, where Marco kicked Kizaru flying.

Yet...

No matter how fast Cui泽 was, he could not outpace light.

That unremarkable white glove, moving with stuttered, frame-dropping abruptness, materialized out of thin air right in the path of Cui泽's advancing right leg. Then, the glove pinched Cui泽's shin with absolute precision and violently yanked it aside!

Cui泽's body was instantly sent flying away by Kizaru's momentum.

"?"

With the roar of rushing wind in his ears, Cui泽 wore a look of utter bewilderment as he tumbled backward through midair.

This didn't seem to match the script we agreed on at all!

Wasn't this supposed to be the legendary pirate script of "beating up an affiliate king and taking down a Headquarters Admiral"?

How did it turn into "Little Zeze's Flight Through the Sky"?

"Speed is weight..."

Kizaru's voice exploded beside Cui泽's ear, accompanied by a yellow leg flashing with blinding light.

"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

"I—"

Before Cui泽 could finish reporting the actor for misconduct, he was cut off short by Kizaru's shining kick.

Bang!

A blinding flash erupted instantly. Like a ragdoll, Cui泽 was sent hurtling backward by Kizaru's kick, crashing directly into the cluster of buildings on Grove 13.

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst deafening roars, a continuous chain of buildings was smashed apart one after another by Cui泽, who had been transformed into a human "meteor," collapsing into useless ruins as shattered bricks and chaotic dust billowed outward.

At the very last split second, Cui泽 only had time to shroud his back in [Armament Haki] and utilize the techniques of [Ape Dance] to dissipate the continuous impact of the debris slamming into his body, narrowly avoiding being knocked unconscious right then and there by Kizaru's kick.

Boom!

Cui泽 finally crashed deep into a fairly large slave auction house, the luxurious and opulent structure collapsing instantly and burying him within the rubble.

Amidst the dim, shadowy surroundings, Cui泽 felt his internal organs churning violently as waves of pain wracked his entire body.

The prompt flashing across the light screen dealt Cui泽 the ultimate critical blow.

[You have been defeated in battle against the Grade-A powerhouse "Borsalino" and failed to acquire the Victor's Bait!]

"I am formally reporting Marine Headquarters Admiral Candidate Kizaru Borsalino!"

"Toying with a young man's feelings!"

"Rigging the script and playing dirty tricks!!!"