One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki

Chapter 506 506: Haki Shakes Ginyu

"Uworororo!"

Kaido's laughter echoed madly under the sickly green sky of Namek. It was a deep, visceral mockery. He doubled over in laughter, his broad, solid chest heaving violently. He casually slammed the bloodstained Hassaikai into the dirt, violently smashing a deep crater.

These five ridiculous-looking aliens were even more laughable than those third-rate pirate crews in the New World. Having slaughtered his way across the seas for decades, Kaido had seen countless bizarre Devil Fruit users and all sorts of arrogant madmen. But these idiots, striking such utterly shameless poses on a battlefield? This was a first for him.

The five members of the Ginyu Force maintained their extremely contorted formation. They felt absolutely no shame at Kaido's mockery. Instead, their faces twisted with extreme fury, as if Kaido had committed some unforgivable, heinous crime. An eerily awkward atmosphere filled the air. Only Kaido's unbridled, arrogant laughter reverberated through the ruins.

Captain Ginyu was the first to break the strange silence. He slowly retracted his wide-spread legs, standing up straight and reaching up to touch the two black horns on his head.

"What an uncivilized, savage brute," Ginyu's tone dripped with lofty arrogance. He raised his left hand and pressed the red, glass-like scouter over his left eye.

A rapid series of electronic Beeps sounded exceptionally harsh in the quiet ruins. The red numbers on the lens began to jump wildly. The scouters equipped by the Ginyu Force were the top-tier models in Frieza's army. They could precisely capture the latent energy fluctuations within a target, even penetrating surface disguises to detect their true maximum battle power.

The numbers blurred with speed, skyrocketing past eight thousand before finally stopping at an astonishing figure.

"Oh? A battle power of thirty thousand?" A look of genuine surprise flashed across Ginyu's purple face. His narrow eyes sized up the seven-meter-tall monster before him, silently assessing the situation. "To think that a garbage planet I can't even name could breed a native with this kind of strength. No wonder that self-righteous monkey, Vegeta, fell by your hands."

As soon as Ginyu finished speaking, the four squad members standing behind him let out disdainful snorts. To them, while a battle power of thirty thousand was considered elite in the universe—capable of easily destroying lower-civilization planets—it wasn't even qualified to shine their shoes. Even the weakest member of their special forces possessed a terrifying baseline of at least forty to fifty thousand.

Kaido stopped laughing. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye with the rough back of his hand. "Thirty thousand? Is that the price tag you tin-pot toys have slapped on me?"

He hoisted the Hassaikai back onto his right shoulder, his eyes gleaming with extremely dangerous, murderous intent. He couldn't understand a damn thing about their 'battle power' numbers. All he knew was that the auras emanating from these five clowns weren't weak. Each of them contained that berserk energy known as 'ki'.

But compared to Manager Blake, sitting in that tavern in Foosha Village, these guys were like ants looking up at an elephant. That kind of absolute, high-dimensional suppression was the only true power that inspired awe in him. As for these leaping buffoons before him? They were only fit to be stepping stones so he could claim credit from the Manager.

Ginyu ignored Kaido's murderous glare, scrutinizing him with an extremely stern gaze. "Your strength is indeed beyond my expectations. But that cannot serve as a reason for you to live. You actually dared to mock the high art of our Ginyu Force. This flawless entrance pose is the ultimate masterpiece we spent three whole months rehearsing!"

"Every angle, every movement was meticulously calculated. A barbarian like you, who only knows how to swing a club, doesn't understand the first thing about cosmic aesthetics. It's simply unforgivable!"

The more Ginyu spoke, the more agitated he became, eventually spinning in place to strike another bizarre pose with one hand pointing at the sky—as if showing off his magnificent physique to the entire world.

Kaido's eye twitched violently. He felt his intelligence had been severely insulted. He, the Governor-General of the Beasts Pirates, an Emperor of the New World, was stuck on this godforsaken bird-crap planet, listening to a purple freak preach about the art of entrance poses.

If that bastard Doflamingo saw this, he'd be a laughingstock for the rest of his life. Even that brat Shanks would use this to mock him.

"To hell with your bullshit art," Kaido growled. "Get out of my sight right now. Leave your ship behind, and I might just be merciful enough to leave your corpses intact."

The muscles across Kaido's entire body began to bulge grotesquely. A dense web of black and red lightning danced frantically across his bronzed skin. A wave of berserk Conqueror's Haki radiated out like a physical, crushing weight, bearing down directly upon the five members of the Ginyu Force.

The surrounding air shrieked under the oppressive force, and even the sickly green light of Namek's sky seemed to dim. The rubble on the ground began to levitate uncontrollably before being crushed into fine powder by the invisible pressure.

Faced with this terrifying aura, the Ginyu Force didn't even furrow a brow. Having followed Frieza across the universe for years, what kind of monsters hadn't they seen? This level of presence wasn't nearly enough to instill fear in them.

Jeice, sporting long white hair and skin red as a boiled crab, stepped forward. He reached up to sweep his white bangs aside in an incredibly dramatic gesture.

"Captain, don't waste your breath on this uncultured native," Jeice said, pointing a white-gloved finger toward a flattened, rocky ruin in the distance. "Look over there. It seems that traitor Vegeta has already been beaten half to death by this guy."

Jeice's voice dripped with malicious glee. He had never liked the Saiyans—a bunch of lower-class monkeys who only knew how to fight, actually daring to betray the great Lord Frieza. Seeing Vegeta lying at the bottom of a crater like a dead dog brought him immense satisfaction.

At the bottom of a distant crater, a charred and bloodied Vegeta struggled to open one eye. He heard that familiar, nauseating voice. The Ginyu Force—Frieza's most terrifying ace unit—had actually arrived on Namek at a time like this.

An unprecedented wave of despair surged through Vegeta's heart. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger, forced to watch helplessly as these monsters strutted around in front of him. In this moment, the pride of the Saiyan Prince was thoroughly trampled into the mud.

Ginyu followed Jeice's pointing finger and, sure enough, spotted Vegeta, who was barely breathing. "It really is Vegeta. The grand Saiyan Prince, reduced to such a state. What a disgrace to warriors across the universe."

Ginyu scoffed, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. His gaze then drifted to a spot not far from Kaido's feet. Three transparent, orange orbs rested there, emitting a soft glow and adorned with red star patterns.

"The Dragon Balls!" Ginyu's eyes lit up. His orders were to retrieve the Dragon Balls for Lord Frieza at all costs. Now, here they were—three of them, no less. All he had to do was kill this horned freak and bring them back. Lord Frieza would be thoroughly pleased. Perhaps he'd even be rewarded with a new planet for his territory.

"Jeice is right. Lord Frieza is waiting for our good news. We don't have time to waste on this garbage planet," Ginyu said, dropping his flippant attitude. His eyes turned deathly cold as he looked back at his four squad members. "Who wants to take out this native? Make it quick. And don't dirty the Dragon Balls."

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