bookbashuk Chapter 78 Difficult Heaven?
Chapter 78 Difficult Heaven?
"Phew—" Nobunaga let out a long breath, his hands gripping the hilt of Sakura Jutsu.
"Feel the breath of all things..."
"Iaijutsu: Draw Sword Slash—"
The famous sword in his hand whistled out, a slender sword aura slashing out and causing a sharp explosion in the air.
The cut was so fast it was impossible to see it.
Tension at its maximum—
Swah——
Mr. 3 felt a chill run through his body as the Candle Champion was instantly sliced in two by the sword energy, his cloaked body now exposed.
Third Brother's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.
"Damn it! Now's not the time to give up! Madame Tussauds!"
While suspended in mid-air, Mr. 3 unleashed his last life-saving ability, instantly conjuring dozens of wax figures identical to him around his body.
Mr.3's figure blended in among them.
"How can you tell which one is me now! Horo horo horo—"
Third Brother manipulates the wax figures' dazzling movements.
Nobunaga lowered his head as he watched this scene.
"My circle isn't big enough or wide enough to truly perceive which one is the real you."
"In the past, I might have clumsily taken them down one by one."
"But now—"
He raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing intense confidence.
Countless sharp ice spikes vibrated from the ground under the control of the Float-Float Fruit, and then slowly rose up.
A shower of icicles, adjusted at different angles, slowly rotated, their tips all pointing towards Mr. 3.
"Now I can only offer one comment:"
All fancy tricks are no match for absolute power.
Looking at the dense array of icicles, Mr. 3 felt a chill run down his spine, a bone-chilling cold rushing straight to his head.
"What kind of ability is this?!"
Third Brother finally gave in, his face showing an unprecedented expression of fear, but it was too late.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
A barrage of ice spikes shot out from the sky.
Mr. 3 felt as if the entire world within his sight was filled with this white light.
hiss hiss hiss hiss—
The ice pick pierced through all the wax figures in an instant.
Third Brother can indeed transform into an element like a Natural Devil Fruit, but his attributes are too low, and he lacks Observation Haki for early warning.
Therefore, there was no time to react to Nobunaga's attack!
His physical body was also pierced through by this attack before it could melt away, spitting out blood and slowly collapsing to the ground.
Kuroro nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.
Feel the breath of all things, analyze the structure and weaknesses of objects, and thus cut through hard steel.
This is the realm of a true swordsman.
The sword's aura, generated by swinging it, can be used to attack enemies from a distance.
This is a sign that he is on his way to becoming a great swordsman!
Nobunaga's flying slash... is finally starting to take shape!
However, the sword energy was still too thin and too short, limiting the distance it could travel.
However... a crucial step has already been taken!
These three battles were exactly as Kuroro had expected.
These members of the Baroque Works,
Bounties are generally only around 20 to 30 million, how could they possibly be a match for the current members of the Phantom Troupe?
Apart from the third brother, the other two have developed their abilities too superficially!
For example, the Bomb-Bomb Fruit can turn boogers, exhaled air, and even fists and feet into bombs. So it must be possible to develop it to turn other things you touch into bombs!
To Kuroro, this was practically Deidara reincarnated; there was no need to even knead the clay.
But Mr. 5 only uses it to pick his nose!
Everything on the field went according to Kuroro's expectations, except for the last group.
He looked over with great interest.
.........
Compared to the first three battles, the fourth battle was extremely bizarre...
The two got along remarkably well.
Ms. Golden Week is petite and adorable. She's holding a rice cracker in her mouth, a palette in her left hand, and a paintbrush in her right, sketching and drawing.
Feitan, who was also small in stature, simply stood there without attacking her at all!
"Why isn't Feitan making a move?"
Bonnie stared longingly at the senbei Ms. Golden Week was eating, and asked in confusion,
"Is this out of pity for the cute little girl?"
"I'm a girl too! Why has Feitan never shown me any mercy?"
Bonney recalled Feitan's fierce demeanor during their usual sparring sessions, put her hands on her hips, and looked displeased.
"Oh, I know!"
She said mysteriously to Kuroro, "Does Feitan like short people?"
She gazed at the two people on the field with a look of admiration.
"Aren't these two really a good match in height?"
"......." What kind of height mismatch is that? Feitan would definitely kill you if he heard that!
Kuroro was speechless for a moment.
"Feitan, make your move! I want to eat her senbei!" Bonnie couldn't help but shout at Feitan on the field.
"Shut up, or I'll kill you!" Feitan said expressionlessly.
"Why are you being so fierce? You only act like she's cute because she's adorable..."
Bonnie looked displeased, but Feitan always spoke in that tone, so she didn't suspect anything.
Kuroro, however, noticed something amiss!
Cloth!
For Feitan, who enjoys torturing people, there is no concept of tenderness or mercy.
The reason he took no action was...
Feitan was hit by some kind of ability of the opponent!
That must be it.
Although Kuroro is a fan of anime and manga, he honestly couldn't quite remember the details of Ms. Goldenweek's abilities.
So he secretly used [Eye of Vision] to look over.
Then... a look of surprise appeared on his face...
Ms. Golden Week did not eat a Devil Fruit!
In other words... the abilities she possesses...
Through extraordinary talent and unwavering belief in her beloved painting, she awakens a gifted ability, much like Komugi's chess-playing skills in Hunter x Hunter—
There can only be one possibility—
"It is thought!"
Kuroro instantly confirmed this!
Whether in form or in method of awakening, it is undoubtedly "thought"!
In the world of One Piece, someone can actually awaken Nen abilities?
Could it be that...?
Kuroro couldn't help but turn around and look at Uvogin.
Uvogin scratched his head in confusion.
Could it be that this is truly the Dark Continent?
Even Kuroro began to doubt whether Uvogin's perception was correct.
After reprimanding Bonney, Feitan turned to Ms. Goldenweek and asked expressionlessly:
"What's wrong with me? Why am I subconsciously arguing with my companions and feeling dissatisfied with the hunting mission assigned by the leader?"
Feitan is a meticulous person, and he noticed the abnormality the moment he felt this emotion, which is why he subconsciously asked the question.
"Well~"
Ms. Golden Week raised her right hand, which was covered in black paint, and a smug look appeared on her face.
"Because you've fallen victim to the blackness of my betrayal~"
Feitan narrowed his eyes and looked down.
Beneath his feet, a hidden, strange pattern drawn in black ink was firmly encircling him.
"Heh~"
Feitan couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Having seen so many straightforward abilities on this dark continent, I'd almost forgotten about them..."
He looked up at Ms. Golden Week, his gaze mocking.
"The kind of fun you get from fighting between Nen users... the careful, calculated battles—"