One Piece: The Saiyan Pirate

Chapter 75: Saiyan Might and Swordsman's Resolve

The tension in the air was thick, an almost physical weight pressing down on the clearing. Goku and Zoro faced their opponents, the Baroque Works agents standing opposite them, their devil fruit powers already crackling with potential destruction. The jungle, once vibrant and teeming with life, had grown eerily silent, as if the very island itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the clash.

Goku locked eyes with Mr. 5, his face calm yet fierce, the tail behind him swaying ever so slightly. The return of his Saiyan tail had awakened something inside him—an untapped potential that had lain dormant for years. He could feel it now, coursing through his body, making every movement more fluid, every sensation sharper.

Mr. 5 was the first to move, his fists igniting with explosive energy. "Think you can take me on, you cocky brat?" he growled, launching a series of explosive punches toward Goku.

The explosions ripped through the air, sending shockwaves that shattered nearby trees and charred the ground. But Goku didn't flinch. His body blurred as he sidestepped the first punch, the second, and the third, each explosion missing him by a hair. His movements were so swift and precise that it seemed as if he were predicting the attacks.

"Is that all?" Goku asked, his tone cold.

Mr. 5 snarled, channeling more power into his fists. "Try this!" He slammed his fist into the ground, creating a massive explosion that sent debris flying everywhere. The shockwave tore through the clearing, but as the smoke cleared, Goku stood unharmed, his stance unwavering.

"You rely too much on those tricks," Goku said, stepping forward.

Before Mr. 5 could respond, Goku closed the distance in a flash. His fist collided with Mr. 5's stomach, the force of the punch lifting the agent off his feet and sending him crashing into a tree. The sound of cracking wood echoed through the jungle.

Miss Valentine, seeing her partner in trouble, leapt into action. She floated high into the air, her body shimmering as she increased her mass to 10,000 kilograms. With a scream, she hurtled toward Goku like a human meteor.

Goku glanced up, his expression unbothered. As she came crashing down, he raised a single hand and caught her. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered from the impact, but Goku stood firm, holding her aloft with ease.

Miss Valentine's eyes widened in disbelief. "W-what?!"

"You're not as heavy as you think," Goku said, before hurling her aside like a ragdoll. She smashed into a boulder, the rock crumbling from the force.

Mr. 5 staggered to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth. "You… you bastard!" He spat a glob of explosive saliva toward Goku, the projectile detonating mid-air in a fiery burst. Goku shielded his face with one arm, walking through the explosion as if it were nothing.

"I've faced worse than you," Goku said, his voice steady. His inner monologue surfaced briefly, thoughts racing. My tail's back… I can feel it. My strength, my reflexes—it's all different now. More natural. Like I'm finally becoming who I'm meant to be.

Mr. 5 launched another desperate attack, his fists igniting once more. But Goku was faster, stronger. He ducked under a punch, his knee driving into Mr. 5's ribs with a sickening crunch. The agent coughed up blood, his body folding from the impact.

Goku didn't let up. He grabbed Mr. 5 by the collar, lifting him into the air before slamming him back down into the ground with enough force to leave a crater.

Miss Valentine tried to intervene again, using her weight manipulation to propel herself toward Goku at high speed. But Goku caught her mid-flight, his hand gripping her ankle. With a sharp twist, he sent her crashing into Mr. 5, the two agents collapsing in a heap.

"You two are done," Goku said, standing over them. His tail flicked behind him, a silent testament to his rising power.

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The jungle of Little Garden echoed with the sounds of chaos, explosions, and combat, but amidst the cacophony, a fierce duel raged between two warriors: Roronoa Zoro and Mr. 3. The air was heavy with tension as the master swordsman faced off against the cunning agent of Baroque Works, whose Wax-Wax Fruit powers turned the battlefield into a labyrinth of traps and obstacles.

Zoro held his swords at the ready, his sharp eyes fixed on Mr. 3, who stood amidst the glistening remnants of his wax constructs. "You're wasting your time with those tricks," Zoro growled, his voice carrying the weight of confidence.

Mr. 3 smirked, twirling his paintbrush-like tool in his hand. "Oh, I disagree, swordsman. Tricks are all one needs to bring down even the strongest brute."

With a flourish, Mr. 3 slammed his tool into the ground. A thick, shimmering wall of hardened wax erupted, forming a barrier between them. "Let's see how your blades fare against something even harder than steel," he taunted.

Zoro wasted no time. His swords blurred as he swung them in rapid succession, sending powerful slashes at the wax. The attacks connected with loud, metallic clangs, but instead of cutting through, they rebounded harmlessly. The hardened wax remained unscathed.

"Tch," Zoro muttered, narrowing his eyes. He adjusted his grip on his swords. "So, it's tough. Doesn't mean it can't be broken."

He charged forward, his movements a blend of speed and power. Zoro's swords slammed into the wax with relentless force, each strike precise and deliberate. Yet, no matter how hard he hit, the wax refused to yield.

Mr. 3 chuckled from behind his barrier. "You're wasting your energy, swordsman. My wax isn't something that brute strength alone can overcome."

Zoro stepped back, breathing heavily but refusing to show weakness. "If I can't cut it… I'll just crush it!"

He shifted his stance and unleashed a powerful flurry of strikes, aiming for the weak points in the wax. The ground trembled under the force of his attacks, but the hardened wax constructs absorbed every blow.

Mr. 3 watched with a smug grin as he began crafting more wax structures, shaping them into intricate forms. From the ground, wax tendrils shot up like snakes, twisting and curling toward Zoro.

Zoro leapt back, narrowly avoiding the tendrils as they lashed out. One tendril grazed his arm, leaving a thin streak of hardened wax that stiffened his movement. He slashed at it instinctively, but the wax clung stubbornly to his skin.

"Tch, annoying bastard," Zoro muttered, shaking his arm.

Mr. 3 advanced, his hands glowing as more wax flowed from his fingers. He shaped a massive hammer of wax, swinging it with surprising speed. Zoro blocked the strike with his swords, but the impact sent him skidding back, his feet digging trenches into the earth.

"Getting frustrated, are we?" Mr. 3 taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Your swords are useless here. Why don't you surrender and save yourself the trouble?"

Zoro growled, his frustration mounting. His swords had never failed him before, but now they felt like mere sticks against this unyielding opponent. The jungle around them bore the scars of their battle, with trees splintered and the ground scorched from Goku's earlier fight, yet the wax constructs remained pristine.

He charged again, weaving between the tendrils and swinging his swords in a flurry of attacks. This time, he aimed directly for Mr. 3, forcing the agent to retreat behind another wall of hardened wax.

"You really are stubborn," Mr. 3 said, peering out from behind his barrier. "But stubbornness won't win you this fight."

Zoro's attacks became more aggressive, his strikes carving through the softer sections of the wax but faltering against the hardened parts. Each failed attempt only fueled his frustration.

Mr. 3 seized the opportunity to go on the offensive. He created wax spikes that erupted from the ground, forcing Zoro to dodge and weave through a deadly minefield. One spike grazed his leg, drawing a thin line of blood, but Zoro barely flinched.

"You're starting to look desperate," Mr. 3 mocked, his confidence growing.

Zoro stopped in his tracks, panting slightly but glaring at Mr. 3 with unwavering determination. "You talk too much," he spat, wiping the blood from his leg.

With a roar, Zoro launched himself forward again, his swords crashing against Mr. 3's wax constructs in a relentless barrage. The force of his attacks sent shockwaves through the jungle, but the hardened wax held firm.

Mr. 3 smirked as he shaped a massive wax fist and sent it hurtling toward Zoro. The swordsman barely avoided the attack, rolling to the side as the fist smashed into the ground, leaving a crater.

Zoro stood up, his chest heaving. His frustration was evident, but so was his resolve. "Damn it… I can't cut it, and brute force isn't enough. There's gotta be another way," he muttered under his breath.

Mr. 3 laughed. "You're at your limit, swordsman. Just give up already. No one can break my wax!"

Zoro clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to turn the tide. The battle had become a war of attrition, and he was running out of options.

Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, Zoro's spirit refused to falter. "I don't care if it's harder than steel. I'll find a way to cut it… or I'll break you along with it," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

The battle raged on, with Zoro dodging and countering Mr. 3's relentless attacks while searching for a weakness. His frustration simmered beneath the surface, but his resolve burned brighter with every passing moment.

The jungle around them bore witness to their struggle, the ground littered with shattered wax and broken trees. Zoro's swords gleamed in the dim light, a testament to his unyielding determination.

And yet, the hardened wax remained unbroken, a seemingly impenetrable barrier between Zoro and victory.

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