Chapter 3 Bellamy the Hyena
Upon arriving at the island, no survivors were detected, and the only individual encountered was shot in the head by Bellamy moments ago.
"I'm still too late! "
Bruch murmured before charging directly at Bellamy and yelling,
"Trash, embrace your demise! "
Two elongated fangs, akin to those of a tiger, gradually emerged from Bruch's mouth!
Observing Bruch's approach, veins bulged on Bellamy's forehead, and his legs quickly transformed into springs.
"Are you a user of Devil Fruit? I am as well! "
"Spring Man! "
Bellamy's figure bounced across the nearby structures, his pace rapidly intensifying.
"Bang"
In an instant, he unleashed a kick towards Bruch.
As Bellamy rushed toward him, Bruch's blood-red eyes shifted to purple.
"Dynamic Vision"
To Bruh, Bellamy's movements appeared to decelerate!
"I see it! "
Upon uttering this, Bruch swiftly positioned his long knife across his chest.
With a loud noise, Bellamy's spring-like legs struck Bruch's long knife.
Stepping back, although he withstood the force, the navy's standard sword quivered under Bellamy's attack.
Bruch lifted his right foot and delivered a powerful kick to Bellamy's waist.
"Bang! "
Bruh's kick sent Bellamy flying backward, crashing into a burning wooden structure.
He then followed up by cleaving the wooden building in two with a slicing blow.
Through dynamic vision, Bruch witnessed Bellamy's arm severed by his blade.
"Haha, this is truly remarkable. "
Bellamy clutched the wound on his amputated arm, the pain twisting his smile into a grotesque grimace.
"You are Bruch, recognized as the strongest new generation of navy in the North blue Sea! You live up to your reputation! "
After saying this, Bellamy's contorted grin took on a particularly vicious appearance.
"If you die here, the navy will be devastated, won't they? "
Bruch gazed coldly at Bellamy, enunciating slowly,
"Are you done with your speech? If you're finished, then head to hell! "
As he spoke, Bruch's standard long sword began to emanate a blood-red mist.
Bellamy eyed Bruch.
With his legs transformed into springs, he leaped over the blazing structure.
"It's you who should meet your end, Marine! "
"Spring·Shock"
Bellamy's form suddenly morphed into an indistinct shadow.
An echoing rush of wind surged toward Bruch.
"Blood Blade·Broken"
With dynamic vision, Bruch focused on the rapidly approaching Bellamy.
He raised the blood-red standard long knife upside down, and for a moment, everything around him seemed to freeze.
Only a slender line of crimson arced past.
A chasm several meters deep cleaved from the ground to the sky above.
The ensuing sound was that of a long knife shattering.
Looking at the broken standard long knife in his hand, which fractured under the pressure, Bruch shook his head.
"I need to find a proper sword; the quality of these regular swords is truly subpar. "
He then retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Hiss~"
Bruch gazed at Bellamy, who had been severed from his groin to the crown of his head, with an indescribable expression in his eyes.
"This is mere trash relying on the fruit's strength. Is this truly your maximum potential? "
Within the Vampire coursed a unique blood energy. The mist enveloping his long blade emanated from his innate blood energy abilities!
Those struck by this blood energy would absorb the blood's essence, allowing them to rejuvenate and enhance their bodies and vitality.
This process parallels his own blood-draining, yet he has no interest in biting into foul and robust individuals
The very thought repulsed him.
This is a crucial step in forming the blood core.
There exists an additional phase beyond blood core condensation, yet no individual from the thirteen clans of the Vampire Clan has succeeded in this regard since ancient times.
Once, a person managed to attain it—Cain, the progenitor of the thirteen clans of the Blood Tribe.
Bruch was uncertain if he could reach that level; he could only deem it unlikely, for Cain was a deity!
"Report! Sir, all members of the Hyena Pirates have been eliminated. The island has been thoroughly searched, and no survivors remain, including. . . "
A sailor rushed over to Bruch, his voice trembling unexpectedly.
Bruch surveyed the fire-scarred island and the frantic navy personnel, then commanded:
"Understood, recover the remains of Captain Hetor and our fallen comrades, while those we can't retrieve will be laid to rest on this island alongside the civilians! "
Bruch suddenly exhaled deeply. Captain Hertol had shared a close friendship with him and was a man of great principles.
"Yes, sir! "
The captain's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he responded.
Bruch shouted, "Men, let's head back! "
"Yes, sir! "
Navy Branch 52
"Honoring the heroes on the front lines! "
A group of sailors donned in white military attire wept as they gazed at the headstones before them.
Countless gravestones bore no names, marking the final resting places of soldiers who had perished in battle.
At the forefront, Captain Curson wore a grave demeanor, standing at nearly two and a half meters tall, resembling a giant.
Behind Captain Curson stood several lieutenants, among whom was Bruch.
The memorial service lasted around half a day.
"Bruch, accompany me."
Captain Curson regarded Bruch, whose height barely reached his chest. At about 1.9 meters tall, Bruch appeared childlike to Captain Curson.
Bruch looked up and nodded in agreement, saying, "Right away, Captain. "
On the pathway behind Branch 52.
Bruch and Captain Curson moved forward at a leisurely pace. The route was bordered by verdant foliage, creating a serene atmosphere.
"Bruch, at just seventeen, you're already as formidable as I am. You truly are astonishing! "
Captain Curson let out a sudden sigh, then turned to Bruch with a serious expression and said:
"Bruch, as the individual who brought you into the navy, I have witnessed your noble spirit over the past two years. I intend to send you to headquarters for advanced training. The recruit camp there is currently seeking new soldiers. You must understand that those from the headquarters are the genuine direct heirs of the Navy. "
After a moment's pause, Captain Curson added:
"I am confident that your abilities will allow you to excel in this unit. "
Bruch was taken aback by Captain Curson's words, and then responded with excitement:
"Captain, I promise I won't let Branch 52 down; you can count on me."
Curson observed the thrilled Bruch, and a broad smile emerged on his dark face for some time.
It's uncommon for individuals to receive the chance to train at headquarters, and attending the Navy Headquarters for further education is a dream for every branch, as graduation from there is the pathway to becoming an officer of the general rank.
There's an old adage: a soldier who aspires not to be a general is not considered a good soldier.