Chapter 262

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These goods were the most valuable in Abel's eyes, and there was no need to purchase the rest, which were of lesser importance.

Among them, two Experience Books were naturally consumed right away, deepening his understanding of Observation Haki and Armament Haki considerably.

The [Intermediate Skill Upgrade Card] was of course used on [Infinite Slashes], upgrading it to LV5!

The [Suit Thug] outfit he was wearing now not only enhanced his own presence, making him stand out even more, but also meant that he could launch diminishing attacks against those uglier rivals!

To be honest, there were too many mishappen characters among the pirates.

Therefore, even though a suit cost 3000 trade points, he still gritted his teeth and bought it.

Was he really buying a suit?

No, he was buying confidence in his own charm, he was buying a steady chance for critical hits!

Moreover, if it got damaged, he could repair it with trade points without worrying about its durability.

As for the [One Month Training Card], he wasn't in a hurry to use it.

The thought of relentless training for 30 days, 720 hours, 43200 minutes, 2592000 seconds was frightening!

He was also worried he might not be able to keep up, so he decided to hold off for a while.

When there came an urgent need to improve a certain skill level, he could use this 'one month' of cultivation time, taking everyone by surprise.

As for the [War Shackles] that he bought instantly, they were unbeatably powerful!

As long as you were stronger than your opponent, this item could be used to prevent the opponent from escaping, and after eliminating the target, you could designate any of the target's possessions as spoils of war. It was simply amazing!

Everything, including knowledge, skills, bloodline, soul, powers, etc., was within the scope of the spoils.

If this were not a one-time consumable, but a skill,

Abel would definitely use it every day to explode with spoils. In no time, he could max out all kinds of knowledge and skills.

Even if he wanted, he could even give himself the bloodline of a giant.

However, with only one use, he had to carefully plan when and on whom to best use it for maximum benefit.

Purchasing these products, including the two items he had already ordered, had cost him a total of 12500 trade points.

Now, Abel had 9140 trade points left.

Very stable!

...

When Abel and Baby-5 arrived at the underground black market, they saw a rowdy group of people swaggering out from inside.

Family's peripheral members were lying on the ground; it seemed they had failed to stop the group.

"Move, move away!"

"What are you looking at, our boss is 'Thorn' Thomas, with a bounty of 73 million Berry. If you don't want to die, clear the way!"

The man walking ahead, enjoying the attention, was a heavy-metal rocker with a hedgehog haircut, with spikes and rivets all over, very intimidating.

But what was most frightening was the man's face, full of tattoos, a confused mess, and utterly indecipherable.

He had six piercings in his ears, plus piercings on his nose, tongue, and lips, all adorned with metal rings.

Even Abel, who had just arrived, hesitated for a moment at this sight, feeling a bit queasy, not very eager to touch him.

But if they just let this group go, he wouldn't be able to explain it away.

"Ah, when will I find a human soul mired in rage?"

Abel sighed. If he had successfully unlocked Baby-5's gun mode now, he probably wouldn't need to dirty his sword.

Bang!

He first fired a shot at their feet, then with the thought of giving it a try, said, "I don't want to dirty my hands. Kill yourselves."

"Ha? Kill ourselves? Hahaha, this kid is quite funny!"

Abel holstered his gun, and, left with no other choice, drew his sword, Ghost, "As expected, no choice but to make it quick then. Let's finish this.""Who's the brash kid that just showed up?"

"Let's gang up and kill him!"

Abel thrust his longsword, imbued with a vast amount of dark force, forcefully into the ground.

"Darkness Breath: Sixth Form - Graveyard of Deathly Blades!"

In an instant, the terrifying dark power spread out, eroding the earth beneath these men's feet and dyeing it black.

Then, endless surges of dark sword energy erupted from the ground!

Accompanied by a chorus of agonized screams, the dozens of men were impaled with countless wounds.

After the eruption of sword energy ceased, only a field of severed limbs remained; even if gathered together, they couldn't form a complete corpse.

The entire Thorny Heart Pirates annihilated?

No, the captain 'Thorn' Thomas had somehow tenaciously survived!

The moment he sensed danger from below, he grew a mass of thorns from his feet and thrust them into the ground, hoping to disrupt his enemy's attack method.

He succeeded, yet also failed.

His success lay in the fact that his intervention with the thorns indeed reduced the sword energy that burst beneath him.

However, he failed because even the decreased sword energy severely wounded him.

His left arm and leg were gone, and numerous deep wounds that reached the bone on his body were bleeding profusely.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you all the treasure on my ship."

'Thorn' Thomas, with a face marked by terror, could hardly stand.

"If you knew this would happen, why stir up trouble in my territory?"

Abel rubbed his head, irritated that his time was being wasted.

Suddenly, 'Thorn' Thomas's expression changed, his face twisted with ferocity.

Unbeknownst to Abel, the thorns Thomas had sent into the ground had stealthily approached from behind.

Die, Thorn Heart Piercer!

A long, thin spike shone coldly as it whooshed toward the back of Abel's head.

Victory!

'Thorn' Thomas, seeing no reaction from his opponent, was overjoyed.

Though the enemy was strong and had cost him an arm and a leg, there was hope as long as he lived.

But his joy froze on his face the next moment.

Abel casually tilted his head to dodge the spike and precisely caught it between two fingers.

"This is your final move?"

"No wonder you've been lurking in the Grand Line for years with such a low bounty, not even reaching one hundred million."

Perhaps stung by these words, Thomas erupted in fury, sending a barrage of thorny branches towards Abel.

"I'll kill you, behold my Thorn Hell!"

Abel, expressionless, disregarded the onslaught of thorns, merely stretching out his hand to flick the caught spike back towards his target with force, boosting it with Armament Haki to ensure no mishaps.

Truly, I'm devastated!

With a thud!

The spike pierced straight through Thomas's forehead to the back of his head, bringing with it a spray of blood mixed with brain matter.

Thomas's body stiffened and then he collapsed to the ground, filled with unwillingness.

The flying thorny branches also fell limply to the ground, powerless just before touching Abel.

Bounties like this, ground out over time and worth a mere seventy million or so, probably weren't as formidable as those fresh faces with bounties of thirty to forty million.

Eliminating him was no more difficult for Abel than squashing an ant.

"Dispose of these corpses. The leader seems to be worth something; cut his head off and hang it on the flagpole for three days as an example, then use our family's channels to collect the bounty."

"Yes, Lord Abel!"

As Doflamingo became one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, exchanging pirates' heads for bounty money had become more convenient, though it's annoying that dead ones aren't as valuable as the living!