thefictionvixens Chapter 75 Hasso! The White Caps!
Chapter 75 Hasso! The White Caps!
Chapter 75 Hasso! The White Caps!
Norton never forgot his dream life: waking up every day in a bed as soft as a cloud, hosting parties from day to night, indulging in all kinds of delicacies, and experiencing all kinds of beauties.
And now, the most important part of his dream life is getting infinitely closer to him!
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Nami fell silent. What was this guy thinking about all day?!
"I'll have to consult a local later," Norton continued.
Nami shoved Norton toward Cloud Beach, saying, "Let's not worry about that now!"
I'm wearing a swimsuit!
Norton, however, remained engrossed in his own world.
Yes, the bed needs to be big enough to sleep ten people!
However, if that's the case, the captain's cabin seems a bit cramped.
Who cares, let's expand! This is something Funing is an expert at.
Not only Nami, but Fu Ning also changed into a swimsuit. Although it was a bit conservative, only showing her navel and fair thighs, it still had a unique charm.
Moreover, the size of her chest far surpasses that of Nami, who still appears somewhat immature; if described in letters, it would be at least the size of a number four or five.
Even her bra straps were stretched open, revealing the fair skin underneath.
Normally, when Funing is dressed in the clothes of a noble lady, you would never guess that she is so well-endowed.
However, Norton's mind was completely occupied by the cloud-soft bed.
If Sasuke weren't away, he probably would have sent Sasuke out immediately to get him this dream bed.
A group of people played by the cloud beach for a while, but the pleasant atmosphere was suddenly broken by a group of strangers.
"Hasso!"
A man wearing a white flat cap, a purple short-sleeved shirt, loose blue pants with a white cloud pattern, and black boots shouted.
The men behind him were dressed the same, the only difference being that the leader wore a light blue cloak.
This strange group of creatures crawled through the clouds, revealing the wing decorations on their backs.
"Who are these guys?" Zoro asked with a strange expression.
"Hasso" is how Sky Islanders greet each other, and its everyday usage is similar to "hello" or "have you eaten?" in Qinghai. It's considered a Sky Island tradition.
Norton and his group from Qinghai, of course, had no idea.
"I am McKinley, the captain of the White Cap Unit, a police officer from 'Kingdom of God'! You are illegal immigrants from 'Blue Sea,' aren't you?"
"Oh? You've come knocking on our door so quickly?" Norton chuckled.
The crew of the White Pearl gathered on Cloud Beach, ten times the size of the Whitecaps, a dense, dark mass. Norton, Funing, Nami, and Zoro stood at the very front.
"That's right, we are the illegal immigrants," Norton said calmly.
There was nothing wrong with admitting this; he never cared. In his heart, he was the king of this sea, and what reason would a king have to pay a toll?
"Uh..." McKinley was a little at a loss. The other side had a lot of people and was in a strong position. Moreover, the green-haired man's eyes looked as scary as a wild beast, and the silver-haired man seemed too calm.
"Well, you don't need to be too nervous. Just bow your heads and confess! Illegal entry is only the eleventh degree of crime in God's law. As long as you obediently accept the punishment, you can still continue to travel with peace of mind afterwards." McKinley wiped his sweat.
"Ten times the entry fee per person, 10 billion per person, more than 100 of you... let's say more than 1 trillion X's. By the way, converted to Berries, that's more than 100 million Berries."
Norton interrupted McKinley abruptly: "Didn't I say? We had no intention of paying those unreasonable fees... Never mind, there's no point in saying more, Zoro, defeat them."
Fortunately, I brought Zoro along as a henchman; otherwise, I wouldn't have had the desire to fight these guys at all—they're too weak.
Zoro's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "No problem, leave it to me!"
For Zoro, only sake and fighting are of interest.
"You would be committing a grave sin! You would be subjected to 'God's Trial'!" McKinley warned solemnly.
"The Trial of God? That sounds intriguing! Bring it on!" Zoro said nonchalantly.
"Lord Zoro, do you need any help?"
The crew members at the rear asked.
"No need! These guys aren't even enough to warm me up!"
"Arrogance! How dare you defy the majesty of God!" McKinley rebuked.
McKinley's words, "the majesty of God," were still echoing in the damp air of Cloud Beach when the white-capped team members behind him began to move.
The eight people in the front row instantly lowered themselves, kneeling on one knee on the soft cloud surface, and somehow raised a strangely shaped short bow in their hands.
The bow has smooth lines and a shell-like sheen, while the bowstring is a nearly transparent, resilient filament.
Nock the arrow!
"Cloud Arrow Formation! Fire!"
McKinley shouted sharply, while rapidly retreating.
The moment the eight arrows left the bowstring, some kind of gas was ejected at high speed! Behind each arrow, a large amount of thick, white gas surged out!
These clouds condensed into cloud-shaped trails, closely following the arrow itself. The cloud trails not only provided continuous propulsion, but also allowed the arrow to make unpredictable adjustments to its direction in the air, blocking and compressing the space around Zoro to dodge!
Zoro raised an eyebrow: "Interesting."
He didn't draw his sword. At the last moment, just before the arrow tip touched his body, he smoothly shifted half a step to the left and back, while his upper body leaned back at an incredible angle.
An arrow grazed his nose, the resulting mist brushing against his face, cool and refreshing. Another arrow pierced his ribs, the edge of its trajectory even grazing his clothes.
Just as his body was in a delicate balance, four other arrows followed the arc of the cloud trail, tracing tricky curves, and struck his back and knees from an almost impossible angle!
"It's over!" a player in a white cap growled.
Zoro's lips curled into an almost wild smile as he stomped his foot on the cloud, causing the already soft cloud to sink deeply and splash up!
Using the recoil force, instead of trying to stabilize his unbalanced body, he accelerated and crashed to the side!
Quick! The action of drawing the sword was not visible; only a bluish-black arc of light flashed by!
The Sandai Kitetsu's blade struck the side of the arrow with precision—not a parry, but a cut!
The metal arrow was split in two, changed direction, and grazed his shoulder before missing its mark. Zoro himself had already stepped onto the cloud trail that, though devoid of arrows, had not yet dissipated!
The cloud rails had a peculiar feel, combining the support of solid surfaces with the smooth, fluid texture of liquid. The moment Zoro stepped on them, his body sank slightly, but his powerful core strength allowed him to adjust instantly.
At that moment, the team members in the white caps at the back moved. Their seemingly ordinary black boots suddenly emitted two powerful jets of air from their soles—one was a jet of air!
Buzz!
The airflow propelled them as if they were on an invisible skateboard, their speed suddenly bursting forth, clinging to the cloud surface, and flanking Zoro from several directions who had just stepped onto the cloud track and seemed to have nowhere to get a foothold!
Wielding short sticks inlaid with "impact shells" or curved swords with "cutting shell" blades, they use the speed of their charge to slash fiercely!
The first curved sword arrived, its blade gleaming with a cold light, aimed straight for Zoro's neck.
Zoro twisted his right wrist as he deflected the arrow, and the Sandai Kitetsu pressed down in the same direction!
The white-hatted team member holding the knife felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, his hand went numb, and his momentum was abruptly stopped.
Almost simultaneously, a short stick on the left slammed into Zoro's temple with a dull thud, while another curved sword on the right slashed diagonally toward his waist and abdomen.
Zoro twisted his left foot, which was on the cloud track, suddenly!
Following the slippery cloud track, he glided forward half a meter like an ice skater, narrowly avoiding the attack from both sides. The short stick and the curved knife almost grazed his body as they swung through the air.
But he was already surrounded by three people, and the cloud trails beneath his feet were constantly dissipating, making it difficult for him to stand.
The three members in white caps flashed with a fierce light in their eyes, and with perfect coordination, launched a second wave of attacks at the same time, blocking all angles.
Zoro inhaled, seeing the enemy's face contorted with exertion, the faint glow of the impact shell on the enemy's short staff to his left, and his own calm eyes reflected on the blade to his right.
Draw the knife!
The snow was drawn from its sheath! The blade flashed like a cold moon, clear, swift, and carrying the chill of frozen air!
The blade sliced through the dissipating cloud trails beneath their feet.
scoff!
The resilient clouds were sliced through without any resistance! Losing its stable support, Zoro's body suddenly plummeted!
But that's exactly what he wanted! In the instant of his fall, he curled up, shrinking his body like a falling iron ball, and precisely passed through the deadly gap where the three weapons intertwined!
puff!
He landed on the clouds below, creating a shallow crater.
The combined attack of the three enemies completely missed because the target suddenly "disappeared".
They used up all their strength and their bodies paused.
Zoro landed, bent his knees, pushed off the ground, and exploded! The entire movement was completed in less than half a second, and a shockwave exploded out of the clouds!
He pounced on the nearest enemy wielding a club like a bloodthirsty beast that had suddenly sprung up.
The opponent hurriedly raised his stick, causing the light from the impact to shine brightly.
Zoro didn't dodge. Yukari unleashed a reverse slash from below!
A flash of light appeared.
The short stick, along with the inlaid impact shell, was neatly cut in two. The break was smooth.
The man holding the stick froze, staring at the stick that was now only half intact in his hand.
Zoro had already sheathed his sword, and with a swift motion, he swung his elbow backward!
Boom!
A dull thud. The man wielding the stick caved in, his eyes bulged, blood and foam spurted from his mouth, and he flew backward.
The second enemy wielding a scimitar snapped out of his daze and roared as he swung his sword at Zoro's back.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Zoro reached behind him with his left hand without turning his body.
With a half-inch of its length drawn, Wado Ichimonji precisely blocked the incoming curved sword using only the tsuba and the end of the scabbard!
Clang!
Sparks flew again.
Zoro's right hand, the Sandai Kitetsu, had already stabbed out from under his left armpit like a venomous snake!
puff!
The blade pierced the second enemy's shoulder socket—not a vital spot, but enough to instantly render his entire arm powerless. The scimitar slipped from his hand.
The third enemy was utterly terrified by the two lightning-fast attacks, turned to run, and activated his Wind-Spitting Shell Boots.
Zoro drew the Sandai Kitetsu without even looking at it and threw it backhand!
It wasn't a throwing of the knife, but rather like throwing a kunai; the knife spun out and the hilt slammed heavily onto the back of the man's head.
"Ugh!" The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing into the clouds.
From the moment the arrow was fired to the moment the three men fell to the ground, only ten seconds had passed.
McKinley and the other members of the White Caps team were stunned.
Their signature Cloud Arrow Blockade and Wind-Spitting Shell Melee Assault were like child's play in front of this green-haired swordsman.
The way they fought, with machine-like precision and beast-like ferocity even while moving at high speed and in a state of imbalance, sent chills down their spines.
Zoro looked at McKinley and grinned, "Is that all?"
McKinley's face turned deathly pale, and he finally lost all will to fight.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Report to the priest! Report to God!"
He screamed, activated his jet-powered boots, and fled into the island without looking back. The rest of the team members followed in a sorry state, not even caring about their companions.
Norton had been watching quietly until now, then stepped forward and patted Zoro on the shoulder: "Don't waste so much time next time... Your strength has improved quite a bit."
"Isn't this just a way to stretch my muscles? It's no fun if the battle ends too quickly." Zoro sheathed his sword, his breathing as steady as ever.
Nami watched the fleeing White Cap soldiers with some worry: "They said they were going to report to 'God' —"
"Perfect. Saves me the trouble of looking for it."
The incident at Angel Beach did not dampen Norton's spirits for "experiencing the Sky Island."
The White Pearl sailed along the Cloud River into the larger Island Cloud area and anchored at a bustling pier.
Above the pier, along the winding cloud slope, are houses with unique shapes, most of them decorated with domes and wings. People come and go on the streets, and the islanders wear brightly colored clothes. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of pastries and the light music played by shellfish.
This is Cute Street.
Norton and his group walked the streets, attracting many curious yet slightly fearful glances. News of the White Hats' disastrous retreat had clearly spread. The ordinary Sky Island residents had mixed feelings about these Qinghai people who had "illegally entered" and "attacked the God's Soldiers."
They hadn't gone far when a figure approached them.
This was a man from the Sky Island who looked to be in his thirties, with an overly enthusiastic, even somewhat obsequious smile on his face, and wearing a white-trimmed robe that was more elegant than that of the ordinary residents.
"Hasso! Respected guests from Qinghai! Welcome to Cute Street! Judging from your appearance, this is your first time visiting the Kingdom of Gods, isn't it? Do you need a guide? I know everything about this place, from the food and local shellfish to—ahem, some special places."
He rubbed his hands together, his eyes quickly sweeping over Norton and the others.
"Guide?" Nami asked warily.
"Yes, yes! It's free! Oh no, I mean, just a tiny, voluntary tip is required—"
The man quickly said, "My name is Paiyi. Judging from your imposing presence, you must be important figures from Qinghai. It's truly amazing that you were able to ride those monstrous currents and emerge unharmed!"
Norton sized up Pai, and after a few seconds, smiled. "Alright, then we'll trouble you. We really want to explore this Kingdom of Gods properly."
Paiyi was overjoyed: "Great! Please follow me! The best dessert shop on Cute Street is just ahead, using their specialty empty coconut milk and cloud candy—by the way, is it alright for everyone's ships to dock over there? The area around the Holy Land of Gods hasn't been very peaceful lately; occasionally, some rude Shandians have been causing trouble."
He mentioned it seemingly casually, but his eyes were secretly observing Norton's reaction.