One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

"Marine Headquarters… Vice Admiral… Why…?"

Arlong's voice was weak, his body trembling from the overwhelming blow that had brought him down in an instant. Facing a powerhouse of this magnitude, it felt like a nightmare—completely one-sided.

"Hmm, looks like I might've gone a little too hard," Wright muttered, casting a wave of Holy Light toward Arlong. The fish-man's wounds miraculously healed before his eyes, leaving him in utter shock.

"Alright, now you should be able to talk, right?"

Wright pointed his golden longsword, Ashes, directly at Arlong's saw-like nose. "I ask, you answer. Out of respect for Shyarly, I'll let you live. But if you don't cooperate… well, accidents happen."

The once-proud Arlong, who had strutted arrogantly before the villagers, preaching nonsense like "Fish-men are inherently superior to humans" or "Humans defying Fish-men is a violation of natural law," could no longer utter such bravado.

"Clearly, the lesson my senior, Borsalino, gave you last time wasn't thorough enough. Looks like he's been slacking again," Wright said with a sigh, gesturing toward a nearby chair. "Take a seat. I'm a reasonable guy."

"Shyarly… Borsalino…"

Hearing those names made Arlong's heart sink. It was clear this Vice Admiral had thoroughly investigated him, possibly even visiting Fish-Man Island and gaining their tacit approval.

Traitors! Has Fish-Man Island turned against me too?!

Overwhelmed with rage, Arlong's eyes turned bloodshot, and his sharp teeth bared as he roared, "Humans—!"

But before he could finish, Wright's boot slammed into his abdomen like a battleship's cannon, sending shockwaves through his body. Blood sprayed from his mouth as the crushing blow shattered his insides.

"Still feeling defiant? 'Lowly'? You mean you, under my boot?" Wright said coldly, lifting his foot.

Arlong wheezed, barely able to breathe, his body crumpled into the ground. Wright's kick had been enhanced with a burst of "light-speed" energy, mimicking Borsalino's infamous Light-Speed Kick.

With a wave of his hand, a golden glow enveloped Arlong, healing him completely once again.

"You… you bastard…" Arlong growled, trembling as the terrifying implications of Wright's power sank in. He knew of this man—anyone from the Grand Line would've heard of Vice Admiral Wright's newly minted title. His legendary healing abilities were lauded as peerless.

But experiencing that healing firsthand, paired with relentless brutality, filled Arlong with dread.

Before Arlong could process his terror, a golden hand clamped onto his face, gripping his skull like a vise. The strength behind it left no doubt—if Wright applied just a bit more force, his skull would be crushed.

With a deafening boom, Wright slammed Arlong's head into the ground, creating a crater over a meter deep. His once-proud saw-like nose was bent at an awkward angle.

"You still need some discipline."

Another burst of Holy Light surged into Arlong, restoring him to perfect health. The fish-man opened his mouth to protest, only for Wright's fist, infused with the destructive force of Garp's legendary "Fist of Love," to drive his head nearly into his chest.

"Impressive vitality," Wright remarked, watching Arlong choke on his own blood, his voice reduced to weak gurgles. A quick application of Holy Light brought him back to life yet again.

"Wa—wait…" Arlong gasped, only for Wright's blade to flash.

Shiiing!

Golden flames burned as Wright's blade pierced through Arlong's abdomen. Despite the lack of bleeding—his wound immediately cauterized—the pain was excruciating.

"S-save…"

Without hesitation, Wright withdrew Ashes and immediately plunged it into Arlong's chest this time.

Schwing!

Another application of Holy Light, another punch to the face.

And another cycle.

This torment repeated seven times, leaving Arlong trembling in a pool of sweat and fear. He dared not move, his spirit utterly shattered.

"You're finally learning," Wright mused, raising his sword once more.

"Mercy!" Arlong screamed, collapsing to his knees, his hulking frame shaking like a leaf.

Repeatedly brought back from the brink of death, his once-proud willpower had crumbled under the relentless punishment.

Wright turned his gaze to another trembling figure by the poolside. "Oh? So you've woken up too?"

Octopus Hatchan, or Hachi, lay there shaking, his six swords scattered around him.

"Is this the so-called 'invincible Six-Sword Style fish-man swordsman'?" Wright asked with a smirk.

"I—I don't know about invincible," Hatchan stammered, tears streaming down his face as he glanced at Arlong. "Big Brother Arlong… is this… our retribution?"

Unlike Arlong, Hatchan wasn't inherently cruel. Despite being one of the key members of the Arlong Pirates, he was simple-minded and good-natured, often showing kindness when not engaged in combat. He'd even tried to stop Arlong's more vicious outbursts.

And perhaps most importantly, unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, Hatchan had connections that ran deep—he was a close friend of none other than Silvers Rayleigh, the Dark King himself.

"You," Wright said, pointing at Hatchan. "Gather all the loot the Arlong Pirates have hoarded and prepare to leave. Then get lost."

Seeing Hatchan's confusion, Wright added, "Out of respect for a certain someone, I'm sparing you. Return to Fish-Man Island and report to Jinbe."

Both Hatchan and Arlong froze at the mention of Jinbe's name, unsure of who this mysterious benefactor might be.

Wright pulled out a Den Den Mushi and made a quick call. "Assemble a squad of thirty to forty men and come to Arlong Park to secure the prisoners."

"Yes, Vice Admiral!"

Wright ended the call, his eyes cold. "It's time to clean this place up."

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