Chapter 33: The Savage Bear Tyrol

Despite being over three meters tall and covered in fat, he moved with astonishing speed!

Tyrol's massive, ball-like body charged forward, extending a gigantic hand to slap down on Kujaku and Rorschach.

To Tyrol, the beautiful girl was less appealing than a piece of meat.

Without any hesitation, Tyrol launched an attack on the beauty and the handsome young man in front of him.

Kujaku covered her mouth and nose, her brow furrowing slightly.

She reached for the black whip around her waist, ready to draw it, but suddenly, a tall silver-haired boy appeared in front of her.

With a swift move, Rorschach stepped in front of Kujaku, extending his right hand with fingers spread wide to meet Tyrol's descending hand.

Tyrol's eyes widened, his face scrunching up with fat: "Do you dare to challenge my strength? You'll become a meat patty, boy!"

A strong wind arose from Tyrol's huge hand, colliding with Rorschach's slender, long fingers.

"What?"

Tyrol's smile froze on his face.

The gigantic hand that descended from above felt as if it had struck a solid copper wall.

The terrifying recoil shook his right hand, causing the skin and blood vessels to burst, turning it into a bloody mess in an instant.

At the same time, an overwhelming force pushed back against his large hand, sending him flying.

Boom!

A deep explosion sound.

Tyrol's ball-like body flew several meters, crashing into the building behind him, shattering the walls and raising a large cloud of dust.

"Lord Tyrol!"

The pirates attacking Drake saw this scene and cried out in disbelief.

"This boy seems to have some real strength."

Drake, who was cutting down pirates like vegetables, was slightly surprised by the power Rorschach had just displayed.

It seems Lieutenant Jennifer wasn't lying.

This boy named Rorschach has quite the brute strength, able to send that big guy flying with one hit.

A pirate ran towards the damaged building, looking for their master Tyrol.

"A bounty of 59 million, can it be this bad?"

Rorschach looked at the big hole in the wall in front of him.

Kujaku flicked her wrist, holding the black long whip in her hand, creating multiple afterimages as she struck the approaching pirates.

"Be careful, that big guy is an animal-type ability user."

"What do you mean by big guy? Have some respect!"

Just as she said this, the building in front of them exploded, and Tyrol, who had been knocked back by Rorschach, charged out, his huge fist clenched, attacking Kujaku.

His giant fist was like a large hammer, moving swiftly with a whistling sound.

Rorschach lowered his body, his leg muscles tensed, ready to punch the side of that big guy.

Suddenly, the sound of the whip cracking in the air produced clear sounds.

The pirates struck by the whip immediately showed expressions of intoxication and began attacking Tyrol.

"Ah~ whip us as you wish, we are your slaves."

The pirates' faces showed expressions of infatuation and intoxication as they charged at Tyrol with their weapons.

"You traitors, die!"

Tyrol, enraged, began swatting at the attacking pirates like flies with his powerful arms.

Boom!

The immense force easily sent the charging pirates flying, breaking their bones and organs.

"Is this the power of the Whip-Whip Fruit? It can even control enemies?"

Rorschach murmured.

Kujaku glanced at Rorschach with an alluring look, her eyes scanning his exposed bronze muscles, "Little Rorschach, do you want to try my whip?"

"What?"

Rorschach opened his mouth slightly, and hearing these seductive words, some inappropriate thoughts flashed through his mind.

For a young man inexperienced in such matters, it was quite overwhelming.

His face flushed slightly, feeling uneasy, and he quickly moved away from Kujaku, running a few steps before jumping high, delivering a powerful kick towards Tyrol's face.

Boom!

A thick arm blocked the kick.

It was blocked.

But not entirely.

Tyrol's fat face showed a look of disbelief.

His outstretched left arm, which was meant to block the kick, was bounced back by the force, hitting his own face.

With a dull drum-like sound, the fat on his face rippled like waves on a beach.

The brow above his left eye cracked open, and crimson blood quickly flowed out.

His entire left eye was filled with blood, making his already ugly face look even more ferocious.

"How can you be this strong! You're just a skinny monkey!"

In a fit of rage, Tyrol swung his right fist at the airborne Rorschach.

"Die, boy!"

The next moment, his giant fist missed its target, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Boom!

The air in front of him exploded with a loud noise, and Rorschach's right foot stomped on the air, causing it to ripple like a solid platform, allowing him to change his position.

"That's Moonwalk!"

Drake's pupils contracted.

"That guy, he actually mastered Moonwalk! Impossible! How can a branch ensign master such an advanced technique?"

The senior officers couldn't believe their eyes.

Moonwalk, one of the Six Marine Techniques, is considered the most practical.

This technique allows a soldier to stand in the air and fight.

It's useful for strategic retreat and avoiding ground-based enemy attacks.

Moonwalk is an advanced version of "Shave".

"Shave" requires stepping 36 times per second to achieve high speed.

Moonwalk involves rapid stepping in the air.

Usually, officers with the rank of major or above can master this technique.

But this boy is just an ensign.

In the branches, this rank is lower than a sergeant in the main navy.

"If he can use Moonwalk, he definitely knows the other Marine techniques too."

Drake muttered.

Tyrol, who had lost sight of Rorschach, felt a sharp pain in his back.

In an instant, Rorschach had moved behind him, stabbing his finger into Tyrol's back.

"Finger Pistol!"

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