Capítulo 38: CHAPTER 38
"Wait until your stomach is scratched by biscuits!"
However, after waiting for a long time, Alastor still did nothing, and the injuries on his body had completely healed.
Seeing this, Cracker couldn't help cursing:
"What the hell is going on with you?!"
Cracker was still overthinking things. How could he know that Alastor's stomach was made of steel?
After swallowing the entire biscuit, Alastor immediately used his Life Return ability to control his stomach, crushing the biscuit and digesting it in an instant.
Facing Cracker's question, Alastor smiled:
"I am a cadre of the Hundred Beasts Pirates. The boss is the strongest creature in the sea, land, and air. It's only natural that I have a tough physique."
Natural?
Natural my ass!
Cracker fumed in anger, jumping up as he roared:
"I don't care what's weird about your body. I don't believe that if I cut off your head, you can still recover by eating biscuits!"
With that, Cracker fully activated his armament haki, coating his entire body and empowering the biscuit knights.
Despite their bulky appearance, the biscuit knights weren't slow.
This time, Cracker got smarter, manipulating two biscuit knights to jump into the air and attack.
"Roll Pretzel!"
More than a dozen long swords spun at high speed, attacking from all directions and effectively surrounding Alastor.
To make matters worse, Cracker himself stopped watching the fight from the sidelines. He kept a close watch on Alastor's movements. When Alastor endured several attacks and was about to eat one of the biscuits, Cracker moved.
"Do you think I'll let you get away with it?!"
Whoosh!
A double-edged sword slashed at Alastor's neck with a violent gust of wind.
Alastor glanced out of the corner of his eye.
As expected, Cracker was the third strongest general of the Big Mom Pirates, with rich combat experience, and he knew he couldn't allow Alastor to recover by eating biscuits.
But could he stop it?
Alastor did something Cracker couldn't understand.
He ignored the incoming slash from Cracker's body, instead slightly turning around, facing the double-edged sword with his back.
Alastor's fist struck the biscuit knight in front of him as usual.
Boom!
Even though the biscuit knight's defense was reinforced with Cracker's armed haki, the knight was destroyed from the inside by Alastor's Ryou, turning into countless biscuit pieces.
Alastor used the cursed blade to create a powerful wind.
At the same time, Cracker's double-edged sword slashed across his back.
Swoosh!
The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed.
A long gash appeared on Alastor's back, and blood splattered everywhere.
[Host is seriously injured, defense +100]
Alastor didn't seem to feel the pain from the serious back injury. He didn't even flinch.
"Shave!"
He immediately entered his Life Return state and used the Razor to transfer to the opposite side of the wind.
Then he took a huge gulp, like a cow drinking, and swallowed the broken biscuit pieces carried by the gust of wind.
Cracker was dumbfounded.
In order to eat biscuits, this lunatic was willing to get severely injured by him!
How obsessed with eating is he?!
What confused Cracker even more was that after Alastor ate a biscuit knight, the massive wound on his back immediately stopped bleeding, and there was a faint tendency for it to heal.
This...
Cracker was in disbelief. It made no sense that such a serious injury could be healed so quickly just by eating!
Was it really necessary to chop off the guy's head?
"One biscuit knight isn't enough to recover from serious injuries, so let's add a few more."
Alastor fixed his eyes on the other biscuit knights.
Usually, when Alastor is seriously injured, he enters Life Return and aims to defeat his opponent quickly.
But this battle was different. The food was right in front of him, so Alastor could recover while fighting.
As long as there were enough biscuits from Cracker, Alastor could continue for a year and a half without issue.
"Ghost Sword Style Demon Dragon!"
The demonic aura of Sandai Kitetsu surged out, and Alastor seemed to transform into a demon king. He slashed violently.
A massive black dragon, shaking its head and tail, crashed into the gathered biscuit knights.
Rumble!
The ground cracked, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose.
The battlefield, where the Hundred Beasts and Big Mom Pirates had been clashing, was distracted by the huge explosion, causing their fight to momentarily halt.
"I wonder who won the battle between the two cadres?"
"You idiot, how can the victory or defeat between the strong be decided so quickly?"
"Hmph, Lord Alastor must have the upper hand!"
"Fool, Mr. Cracker's bounty is over 800 million Baileys. You can tell who has the advantage just by looking at the bounty!"
The members of the Hundred Beasts Group and the Big Mom Group did not heed each other, each firmly believing that their leader had the upper hand.
A cadre from the Big Mom Group said, "Stop the fight. Once the smoke clears, we'll know the situation. Let the loudmouths from the Beast Group see the reality!"
Soon, the smoke began to dissipate.
Everyone on the battlefield hurriedly opened their eyes to see what had happened.
They saw that Cracker was unscathed, while Alastor's body was covered in blood, with a long gash on his back.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The members of the Big Mom Group laughed uproariously and mocked loudly:
"I told you, Mr. Cracker is powerful. Beast Group, you should surrender now!"
Everyone in the Hundred Beasts Group turned red with embarrassment, including Page One, who clenched his fists. Was even Mr. Alastor no match for that Cracker?
The first person to notice something was wrong was the Big Mom Group's cadre from earlier.
"What's going on? Why does Master Cracker look so bad?" the cadre asked, confused.
After hearing his remark, everyone realized that although Cracker seemed unharmed, his expression was horrible.
Meanwhile, Alastor, despite his messy appearance, remained calm and composed.
The expressions of both men seemed to have completely reversed, which was very strange.
Both the Big Mom Group and the Hundred Beasts Group were puzzled. The only thing they could tell was that this battle was far from a simple case of one side gaining the upper hand.
Alastor had smashed several Biscuit Knights with his Ghost Sword Style Demon Dragon. Without giving Cracker time to react, he quickly stepped forward and consumed all the broken Biscuit Knights.
With the rapid replenishment of energy, the wound on his back healed at an extraordinary pace.
It didn't take long before the injury was completely healed. If not for the blood stains, it would have been hard to believe that such a terrible scar had been there just moments ago.
Cracker, witnessing this, turned as red as a boiled lobster.
His eyes darted to the remaining Biscuit Knights—there were fewer than five left. The rest had been devoured, with not even a crumb remaining.
If that were all, it would have been manageable. However, the most unacceptable part for Cracker was that the Biscuit Knights he had created were being used by Alastor to heal his injuries, even recovering from serious wounds!
This was beyond reason!
Cracker nearly spat blood in frustration.
At that moment, Alastor, fully recovered, stretched his back and cracked his neck. He then turned to Cracker and said seriously:
"Your Biscuit Knights aren't enough. Hurry up and make more."
Cracker nearly choked.
"Do you think these supplements will keep you going, you bastard!"
Alastor added, "If you don't make more, you won't be able to defeat me in this battle."
Whoosh!
The sound of wind cutting through the air echoed.
Alastor appeared in front of Cracker in an instant. The cursed sword, entwined with Ryou, swung out with an explosive aura.
Cracker was shocked and quickly raised his sword to block, but it wasn't enough. The sword failed to stop Alastor's attack, and the surface of Cracker's armor cracked open.
"Your turtle shell should be broken."
Through the gap in the armor, Alastor's fist followed.
Boom!
A heavy, muffled sound echoed.
Immediately, cracks spread across Cracker's body like a spider's web.
"Ah, it hurts! It hurts! You bastard! How could you hit my body?!"
As the outer biscuit shell shattered, Cracker's true form was finally revealed.
He screamed in pain, his face contorted in agony.
Cracker hated pain more than anything, which is why he hid himself inside his biscuit armor.
Alastor, watching Cracker writhe in pain, spoke slowly:
"If you don't want to feel that pain again, then keep making Biscuit Soldiers."
Cracker gritted his teeth and fought to hold back the agony in his body. His face shifted between clouded frustration and indecision.
Typically, whatever the enemy wanted him to do, he would refuse.
However, if he didn't make more Biscuit Knights, he would have to face Alastor directly.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Alastor, but he wasn't willing to experience that pain again.
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