Nicholas raised his right hand holding a modified pistol, his gaze fixed on the location where Woodrow was.
With the intelligence obtained from Shakky, Nicholas had a rough idea of the identity of the shooter when the shot came just now.
Fed Woodrow, one of the five supernovas, was famous for his superb sniper skills.
[Author's Note- Is he related to Van Augur?]
"So, it's the sniper from Gate A."
Nicholas scoffed and turned his back on the two nearby individuals who were afraid to move. He locked his sights on Woodrow, who was eight hundred meters away, and aimed his gun before firing.
"swish" accompanied by two synthetic noises that resemble laser beams.
Immediately in front of Woodrow, two lightning shots emerged from his pistol—which his lightning had turned into a railgun.
"Hmm?"
Woodrow was suddenly startled, instinctively performing a perfect tactical roll, avoiding one of Nicholas's lightning bullets.
Before he could raise his gun to counterattack, the other lightning bullet directly hit his left arm, piercing it instantly and leaving a clean uniform hole.
The intense pain in his arm made Woodrow couldn't help but sweat profusely. But compared to the physical pain, the mental blow was even greater.
After all, his vision could clearly see the trajectory of bullets, but with those two lightning bullets just now, even if he tried his best to see, he only caught a trace, and the speed was something he couldn't react to.
In other words, Woodrow's eyes told his brain, "I see it," but his brain could only respond, "I know, notify the body soon," yet before his body could move, it was hit.
Covering the wound on his arm with his hand, Woodrow had an incredible thought in his mind: the opponent could have easily killed him with those attacks just now, but he chose not to. Was it toying with its prey?
After applying medicinal powder and injecting a painkiller into his arm, he wrapped it with a bandage.
"You guys, leave immediately. This hunt is not something you can participate in."
Woodrow looked at the crew members beside him and said so solemnly.
"Understood."
"Take care, boss!"
Based on the situation just now, if their boss couldn't snipe the opponent, then they wouldn't stand a chance. If they exposed themselves, they might be targeted directly by the opponent.
After bidding farewell to Woodrow, these people began to withdraw.
After all, as snipers, they were experienced in handling such sudden situations and judging the battlefield.
"Woodrow, stay sharp, stay sharp, and run, run."
The parrot that had been responsible for attracting attention also flapped its wings and landed on Woodrow's shoulder, repeating its words incessantly.
"The situation isn't that bad yet, especially with three against one; we have a significant advantage."
After putting a peanut from his pocket into the parrot's mouth, Woodrow looked at the three people confronting him in the distance with confidence.
On the battlefield.
Nicholas observed Woodrow's instructions for his comrades to leave, but he didn't care. After all, what did it matter if a few insects ran away?
Almost in the blink of an eye, Jack the Ripper and Ralph the explosive Bear moved simultaneously.
As this year's highly anticipated supernovas, they couldn't allow themselves to lack the courage to even engage the enemy in front of them.
The actions of Jack the Ripper and Ralph the explosive Bear were also observed by Nicholas.
"Heh."
Nicholas sneered at their actions, finding Jack and Ralph's moves somewhat disdainful.
Ralph charged forward to draw fire, while Jack waited for an opportunity to strike with his scissors, making Woodrow, the sniper god, provide fire support from a distance.
It was not a traditional tank-heal-DPS system, but in the pirate world, having few healers was like having few exotic animals. The Tank and DPS together had reached their maximum output.
These guys are a bit interesting.
Nicholas stood still, calmly watching Ralph charging towards him and Jack with scissors in hand, advancing like a circus performer, constantly changing positions.
To Nicholas, these guys, who hadn't even entered the New World yet, seemed a bit naive.
"Go die, you bastard!"
Confident in his control over Haki, Ralph, who arrived at Nicholas's location first, slammed his fist, covered in armament Haki, towards Nicholas's skull. He was sure he could win, even against a logia user.
"Bang!"
Nicholas didn't bother with words. He simply raised his hand and caught Ralph's fist, then kicked him, sending him flying faster than Ralph's own charge speed.
Upon landing, Ralph's body even rolled and tumbled on the ground, plowing a deep furrow tens of meters long on the ground and crashing into a root of the Yarkiman Tree before coming to a halt.
In the blink of an eye, Jack, who had charged to Nicholas's side, had no time to dodge and could only awkwardly shove his scissors into Nicholas's neck.
"Swish!"
The next moment, Jack's face changed abruptly. Hastily retracting his scissors, he protected his chest with them and took Nicholas's fist, wrapped in Armament Haki.
Boom!
The moment the fist touched the scissors, an unexpectedly heavy force was transmitted to Jack's arm through the scissors.
"Hmm?"
Feeling the force on his arm, Jack's pupils contracted sharply. At this moment, he understood why Ralph had flown so fast and far just now. Was this kind of force something a human could achieve?
Suddenly, with doubts flooding his mind, Jack also flew backward, even emitting the sound of air being torn.
Seeing the fighters and assassins almost instantly dealt with, leaving only the shooter Woodrow and his pet parrot facing each other, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down.
With three against one, the advantage didn't seem that significant anymore.
Watching Ralph and Jack, two supernovas, be kicked and punched away by Nicholas almost instantly, Woodrow was now somewhat uneasy. His wariness toward Nicholas deepened.
As the saying goes, ranged fighters are fragile. Once hit by Nicholas's close-range attacks with such force, his own body might as well be half out of commission.
This guy... can he still be considered human? Or is he a monster? Definitely a monster, right?
"Ralph, are you okay?"
Using the scissors to support himself, Jack climbed up from the ground, turned his head, and looked at Ralph, who was embedded in a tree root nearby.
If Ralph, the tank, fell, leaving only him and Woodrow, one ranged and one assassin, facing Nicholas, they really had no chance at all.
"Cough. I'm not dead yet, but is that guy really human?"
Embedded in the tree root, Ralph reached out, grabbed the root, and pulled himself out, looking at Nicholas in the distance, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with trembling hands.
The blow he had just suffered was a big loss. If he hadn't mastered Armament Haki in time to defend, and if his physical strength hadn't been strong enough, the blow just now would have been enough to render him unable to fight.
"Do you think we are seen as humans in the eyes of ordinary people? That guy, in our eyes, is just like how we appear to ordinary people. Don't hold back; show all your strength, or else we might really be done for."