Chapter Ninety-Six: Who Is the Master of Sand Control? (Please Subscribe, Please Recommend)

The black slashing wave, shaped like a full moon, grew larger as it descended. The moment it touched the desert surface, it had expanded from the size of a leather ball into a black disc several meters in diameter.

The slashing wave did not stop upon sinking into the sand; instead, it continued to spin forward. In an instant, it cut a massive gash across the desert before the rebel army.

The surface sand kept flowing downward, forming a quicksand belt several kilometers long that stretched across the front of the rebel formation.

Seeing this, Kousha immediately called to halt the troops behind him, but the momentum from their sprint made it impossible to stop on a dime.

The front line of Kousha's force had just come to a halt when those behind surged forward, pushing them into the quicksand.

In an instant, the once unstoppable army was stopped dead in its tracks by the quicksand barrier created by Buffon.

However, this quicksand was artificially made and not genuine. After two or three minutes, the sinking sand ceased moving.

Those rebels swallowed by the quicksand were not in mortal danger—only some superficial injuries affected them. Unfortunately, many warhorses and camels were lost.

The king’s army and Kobra atop the city walls were stunned by this incredible sight.

They had never imagined one person could accomplish all this by sheer physical power—and seemingly without killing a single rebel!

Crocodile looked at the slowly sinking quicksand strip and felt a strange doubt arise in his heart: “Who truly is the master of sand control?”

If it were him, in this sandy expanse of Alabasta, stopping these rebels wouldn’t be impossible.

Both the Sandstorm and the Desert Sunflower techniques could achieve this, but once a sandstorm forms, he himself cannot control it, so avoiding casualties is out of the question.

As for the quicksand created by the Desert Sunflower, its range is far smaller than Buffon’s strip; moreover, that quicksand acts as a desert coffin with no chance of survival, unlike Buffon’s which left no one dead.

Most importantly, Crocodile is a Devil Fruit user, the Sand-Sand Fruit, yet Buffon—an “ordinary” man without powers—managed this feat using only Haki and the Arashi Kick technique.

At that moment, someone climbing out of the quicksand recognized Buffon: “Look, it’s the Magician Doctor Buffon! How is he here? Could he be the one who created this quicksand?”

This sparked murmurs among those nearby.

“Is Doctor Buffon here to stop us from attacking the palace? Then is he on Kobra’s side?”

“Don’t say that. It disgraces the Magician Doctor’s reputation. Doctor Buffon is a great man who simply didn’t want more casualties.”

While the debate raged, Kousha, who had first fallen into the quicksand, was helped out by others.

Upon seeing Buffon, he snarled, “So this is the true face behind that magician doctor mask? Are you in cahoots with that lying Kobra?”

Buffon said nothing. Reiju stepped forward and said to Kousha, “If he wanted you dead, Captain Buffon’s strike wouldn’t have targeted the desert but your troops.”

Reiju’s words silenced those still rallying behind Kousha.

Indeed, had that strike landed in the crowd, ordinary soldiers without special abilities would have surely died or been severely wounded, with no chance of escape.

At that moment, a doctor-looking man rushed out from the crowd, holding a young girl with closed eyes.

“Doctor Buffon, do you remember me? I’m Toldo, the assistant from Rapeseed Harbor. This little girl was injured during the riot there. Our medical skills could only provide temporary care…”

Before Buffon could speak, Reiju, dressed in combat gear, swiftly flew over, took the girl, and flew back.

Someone near Kousha asked, “Mr. Kousha, what now?”

Adjusting his glasses and peering through a monocular at the soldiers on the opposite city wall, who showed no signs of action, Kousha replied, “Let him save this little girl first.”

If they pressed the attack now, it would affect morale. Since the king’s army had no intention to strike, waiting for the girl to recover might even boost spirits.

Seeing that the girl was the first patient he treated in Alabasta and witnessing the gruesome wound, Buffon’s anger flared.

As he stitched the wound, he asked across the way, “Who did this?”

It was unimaginable to harm a child so.

After some described the pair of assailants, Buffon identified them as Mr. 1 and Miss Double Finger.

His needle flew swiftly, and soon the girl’s wounds were fully stitched. He also administered a stimulant hormone.

After all, only by waking her fully could everyone be assured.

“Magician Doctor?” The girl’s first words upon awakening were calling out Buffon’s title.

“It’s all right now,” Buffon said calmly.

She jumped from Reiju’s arms, anxiously exclaiming, “Magician Doctor, that king is a fake! Everyone was deceived!”

Her voice was soft but loud enough for those nearby to hear.

Buffon was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the girl to be a witness. This would make the ensuing matters much easier to resolve.

With that in mind, Buffon grabbed Funkray and approached Kousha.

Kousha felt conflicted. He was glad Kobra was not the true mastermind behind the rebellion.

Yet he worried deeply about what hidden motives lay behind all this. Why shatter the original peace of Alabasta with such cruelty?

Just as he was about to speak, Buffon had already awakened Funkray.

“My lord, my lord…” Funkray was still dazed, memories frozen before Buffon knocked him out. Awakening abruptly and seeing his condition, he was at a loss for words.

“Funkray, show everyone your ability. Let them see how you became Kobra,” Buffon said, removing the threads binding him.

“Why should I listen to you…” Before he finished, some rebels raised weapons, aiming at him.

Kousha raised his hand to stop them and asked, “Were you the one impersonating Kobra in Rapeseed Harbor, saying those things?”

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