I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

24 Lord Broly, we respect your teeth!

The scene was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Broly, with his bear head on his head, shrugged and said with obvious disdain, "That's it? How boring."

He turned his gaze to the terrified Satan, stroked his chin with his fingertips, and slowly smacked his lips. "It's good that I can't kill him. I can just take him back and use him as a punching bag."

The voice just fell.

wow-

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing a chest was jarring and terrifying.

Satan froze on the spot, looking down in disbelief, only to see a large, gleaming katana piercing through his chest.

Two seconds later, his pupils constricted sharply, and he screamed in shock, "This...this is the First Generation Kitetsu?!"

Upon hearing the sound, Nasujuro, one of the Five Elders, hurriedly looked down to touch his waist—but found it empty.

He shuddered, the rest of his words caught in his throat, turning into a cold sweat: "My knife! When did he...?"

Inside the naval camp, the swordsmen's faces turned pale, and a chill ran down their spines.

A swordsman's sword was stolen without his noticing, and then the sword was used to stab his companion—such skill is terrifyingly outrageous!

Broly weighed the first generation Kitetsu in his hand, which was three times his own height in length, with Satan as a "pendant" on the blade.

He lazily slung the knife over his shoulder and strode toward Maz, who was still recovering from his severe injuries.

Maz's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he was about to struggle, there was another whoosh as the knife tip precisely pierced his throat, impaling him on the blade as well.

Two five-star characters were strung on the tip of the knife, just like the skewers sold at a street stall.

"Oh, can we have one more?"

Broly tilted his head and glanced at the remaining space on the blade, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He glanced up at the Knights of God, who were terrified, and the remaining Five Elders. Wherever his gaze fell, these world nobles, who were usually high and mighty and looked down on all living beings, all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground, for fear of being chosen by him as "lucky audience members".

"Fine, you'll do."

Broly's gaze finally fell on Gringu, whose body had recovered halfway and whose head had grown back.

Gringu, whose upper body had just been pieced together, froze, feeling the interested gaze that met Broly's excited eyes.

He was terrified, but his lower body was still paralyzed on the ground, with nowhere to retreat. He could only wriggle half of his body back, desperately shouting at the top of his lungs, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Broly, carrying the First Generation Kitetsu with two of the Five Elders strung on his back, strode toward him with the same excited smile he had when he first sneaked into an internet cafe in his previous life.

Grimg's mind completely collapsed, and he screamed through tears and sobs, "Don't come near me! Aaaaaah!"

Unfortunately, resistance was futile.

Broly walked up to him, raised his foot, and kicked him hard in the face.

With a sharp crack, half of Gringu's face was kicked to pieces—a sight somewhat reminiscent of Whitebeard, whose face was destroyed at the end of the Marineford War.

But where did he find the steely will of the Whitebeard? He endured such severe injuries without uttering a sound, only to be immediately driven to groans of agony by the excruciating pain.

But less than two seconds after that wail was uttered, Broly flicked his wrist and with a whoosh, impaled him on the first generation of Kitetsu again.

Two of the Five Elders and a captain of the Divine Knights were suddenly pierced through the blade of the Supreme Grade Sword.

Gringle's son, Shanks' brother Shanks, stared in disbelief at the scene.

Watching his father, whom he considered a god, being impaled on a knife like a dead dog, was an image that was destined to leave an indelible shadow on his heart.

"A bumper harvest! A bumper harvest!"

Broly weighed the heavy blade in his hand, then patted the scabbard with a cheerful expression. "That's enough for today."

With his sword on his right shoulder, he waved his left hand at the group of terrified Knights of God, the remaining five... no, the three Elders, and the Navy who had been cowering on the sidelines watching the show, not daring to even breathe, before turning and leaving.

Upon seeing this, the navy personnel outside the main gate of Pangu City were terrified and hurriedly squeezed to both sides, creating a wide passage.

The navy on both sides fell silent, watching helplessly as Broly, carrying the first generation Kitetsu sword that was three times his height, with three important figures hanging from its blade, walked towards them step by step. That figure was as if he had crawled out of hell—no, he was clearly a demon god who ruled over hell!

Tiger suddenly snapped out of his daze and turned to yell at the slaves behind him, "Quick! Follow Lord Broly!"

The slaves, as if waking from a dream, immediately lined up in neat rows, closely following Broly, their eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

Where is the Gringu on the blade now, the same person who swaggered in front of the major member states twenty years later?

It looked exactly like a dead dog whose body had been chopped off and was waiting to be cooked.

Half of his face was a bloody mess, his severed legs hadn't regenerated, and he was writhing in pain, tears streaming down his face, wailing hoarsely, "Lord Im! Save me! Please save me! Waaaaah—"

Unfortunately, at this moment, little sister Im was cowering in the room of the Void Throne, trembling with fear. Her cowardly appearance was even more exaggerated than when she was frightened by the residual Haki of Joy Boy in the original work.

At least she wasn't so scared that she wet her pants back then.

Just as he was about to walk out of the gates of Pangaea City, Broly suddenly stopped, as if he had remembered something.

He turned around, facing the castle behind him that was now mostly destroyed, and shouted, "Little sister Im—! If you want revenge, you're welcome anytime! We'll meet again someday—!"

"Im?"

This unfamiliar name caused many in the Navy to frown. This person was not on their list of top Celestial Dragons.

In the throne room, Im was both angry and afraid, but dared not utter a single word in response.

The attendant standing guard beside him, who was usually calm and collected, now had a look of panic on his face. He stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do.

At that moment, the green-haired slave to Tiger's right, his gaze fixed on Broly's back, swallowed twice and suddenly burst into a shout that pierced the sky: "Long live Broly! Long live Lord Broly!"

That roar was like a ladle of boiling water being poured into a scalding pot of oil, instantly igniting the entire arena.

The hundreds of emaciated slaves around him seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant. The humiliation and despair accumulated over the years were transformed into scalding roars. The cries and cheers shook the night sky of Mary Geoise.

"Lord Broly! Eek!"

"Lord Broly, we respect your teeth!"

"Wow—Lord Broly!"

"Lord Broly, I am ready to die for you at any time!"

Broly's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He glanced at the green-haired kid in the crowd who was raising his arms and shouting, and vaguely felt that the face looked familiar.

Broly casually asked Tiger beside him, "Who's he?"

Tiger quickly stepped forward. "His name is Gild Tesoro. He's been here for two years. I heard he infiltrated the area to find his lover who was bought by the Celestial Dragons two years ago."