socalfunplaces Chapter 682: Taking Advantage of the Chaos and Uprising
Chapter 682: Taking Advantage of the Chaos and Uprising
Kizaru huddled behind a piece of collapsed reef debris.
He spread his entire body out into a thin layer, pressed tightly against the back of the charred stone.
I wish I could stay with the rock wall forever.
The sunglasses reflected the turbulent energy bursting forth from all directions. Crimson, black, and dark gold orbs of light tore through the sky.
Each explosion sent pebbles flying everywhere beneath our feet.
The battlefield has long since become a meat grinder.
He rubbed the debris between his fingers and thumb, pressing them together vigorously. Rock dust leaked through his fingers.
This thing was half a person's height of granite five minutes ago. Now there's hardly any debris left.
Kizaru smacked his lips twice. His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, quickly scanned the gap in the battlefield.
On the left, Whitebeard and Rocks were wreaking havoc. Shockwaves and black flames were creating a chaotic mess.
All living things within a radius of 300 meters were crushed into meat patties.
Marco had just breached the landing zone on the right. The battle cries were deafening.
The monster army and the allied forces were entangled in a chaotic conflict.
front?
Don't even touch it head-on.
The golden madman and the King of the World are fighting each other in the sky.
The air within a one-kilometer radius is filled with deadly poison.
Even a casual scrape could shatter a general's bones.
Kizaru's chest heaved rapidly as he quickly calculated something in his mind.
Fight? Fight what?
He doesn't even qualify to be cannon fodder.
The scale of the battle between those two monsters has already surpassed the upper limit of a general.
He had only one thing on his mind.
How to slip away.
While no one was watching, they silently slipped out of the meat grinder.
Kizaru felt no qualms about it. Having lived for decades, what hadn't he seen? Running away when he couldn't win was perfectly normal.
The Celestial Dragons are already in dire straits themselves. Korin's command structure is a complete mess.
Who cares where a great general has gone?
His eyelids drooped. His gaze was fixed on the gravel belt that ran along the coastline.
There was a thick fog over there. The sea fog was mixed with gunpowder smoke. Visibility was extremely low.
As long as you sneak into the fog, you can get away openly and legitimately.
Okay. Let's do it that way.
Kizaru lifted his body an inch higher. He groped with his right foot to take half a step to the side and back.
In just half a step.
A wave of overwhelming aura swept across my scalp.
This wasn't directed at him at all.
The shockwave from Luffy's sword swing created a ripple effect at the edge of the attack. It was a far cry from a real attack.
But one side of the sunglasses still got scorching hot from the shock. The surface temperature of the lens soared.
It almost burned his eyelids.
"oops!"
Kizaru's fur stood on end. He swooped back onto the back of the rock.
His hands gripped the stone wall tightly. His chin clenched.
He tucked his neck into his collar, wishing he could shrink into a tiny dot.
"How scary."
He muttered something under his breath. The sound was trapped inside his collar. The truth, spoken out of fear, couldn't be hidden.
The aftershocks swept past. Kizaru's heart was pounding so hard he felt like he was going to break his ribs.
My fingertips touched the edge of the sunglasses. They were burning hot.
This is just the aftermath. A direct hit would shatter a general-level protective aura instantly.
It's absolutely unbearable.
We need to recalculate our escape route. Going straight ahead is suicide.
The shockwaves on the left could overturn the sea. The chaotic battle on the landing site on the right would be enough to cause serious trouble.
All that remained was a strip of rubble clinging to the coastline. Eight hundred meters away. Several massive, collapsed ice ridges served as cover in the middle.
Using the Flash-Flash Fruit for short-range flashes, you can reach the fog area in just a dozen or so jumps.
Here's the problem. There's light every time it flashes.
This is a battlefield teeming with monsters. Even the slightest abnormal light can bring death.
The fruit's power is sealed. He has to rely on his two legs.
Crouching low, they moved over one stone at a time.
Kizaru exhaled a breath of stale air.
Admiral Kizaru. User of the Glint-Glint Fruit. Top combatant of the Headquarters.
Now we have to crawl like rats in the street, using only our two toes to move forward through the ruins.
This world.
He resigned himself to his fate, lowered his body, and began to climb towards the first ice ridge.
High in the center of the battlefield.
Luffy grinned wildly.
A strange laugh, sometimes loud, sometimes soft. The tone of the "hehehe" was completely irregular.
An ancient and unreasonable force is being unleashed through the rubber body.
Laughter pierced through the deafening explosion, tearing through the swirling air currents and reaching the ears of everyone in the stadium.
Luffy's body was being pulled wildly in Nikka form.
His arm swelled up to the thickness of a bucket. The next second, it snapped back.
His waist twisted at a terrifying angle. His entire upper body spiraled twice.
The surface of the golden skin rippled with light.
This has long since transcended the realm of humanity.
This is a bizarre natural phenomenon where something is alive and laughing.
The original divine weapon completely recognized its master. A white beam of light welded the sword to the power of the sun god.
A qualitative change has begun.
The sword and the flames resonate within the body.
The golden light shed its Armament Haki-like outer layer and gushed forth directly from the bone marrow, blood vessels, and cells.
The intensity of the light increased dramatically.
Flip up exponentially.
Luffy transformed into a dazzling sun.
Golden light shone on the twisted rubber body, leaving extremely long afterimages. Each afterimage carried destructive power.
A simple twist can generate enough wind pressure to crush ice fragments within tens of meters into powder.
He gripped the greatsword, which had been assimilated by Nika's will, tightly with both hands.
The white light and gold were completely welded together. The power of the divine weapon and the sun god merged into a destructive torrent.
A warm touch came from the sword hilt. The pulse of a living being beat perfectly in sync with the rhythm of a heart.
The golden light surrounding him suddenly contracted, then exploded violently after being extremely compressed.
Luffy transformed into a golden streak of light.
speed.
The air didn't even have time to make way. The moment the giant sword was drawn, it tore through space, unleashing a destructive force that distorted the void.
The sword tip pointed. The air compressed, creating visible ripples that spread outwards.
Every piece of gravel it encountered was crushed by the wind pressure. Every ice crystal that came into contact with the sword energy evaporated instantly.
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A sword cleaves Im high in the sky.
From bottom to top.
A golden streak of light pierced the sky. The dark clouds parted in two.
There were no fancy moves. There was no name. It couldn't even be considered swordsmanship.
Only the most primitive and brutal chopping.
Raise the sword overhead with both hands. Stretch your body into a full bow. Release your grip.
All strength and will, eight hundred years of grudges, and the expectations of comrades.
The frustration of not being able to reach anyone was all poured into this one sword strike.
hack.
Im hovered high in the sky, his expression as cold as ice.
Since the start of the war, their trump card, Demonization, has remained completely untouched.
His scarlet eyes were filled with an air of superiority that looked down upon ants.
Luffy's struggles, roars, and white flames were all treated like a monkey show.
But at this moment.
The sword came crashing down.
Im's brows furrowed tightly.
For the first time, the monster, which has lived for eight hundred years, sensed a real threat.
Muscle memory precedes conscious action.
His brow furrowed only slightly. Almost no one in the room noticed.
But this impact far surpasses any earth-shattering collision.
This is Im.
The only king to rule for eight hundred years.
For eight hundred years, no one has seen Him frown and become serious. No one has been able to catch His eye.
Now, Wang frowned.
He raised his hand. A pitch-black energy barrier opened.
Everyone in the room recognized this thing.
The impeccable demonic energy shield that had been repeatedly repaired during previous battles.
Luffy risked his life to charge up his second stage of power. He barely managed to create a crack by compressing his Conqueror's Haki to the limit.
It was fixed within two seconds.
It will absolutely not break. This is the consensus of everyone.
The giant sword smashed into the black screen.
There was no stalemate.
Not even half a second.
The moment they made contact, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the barrier.
The diffusion speed is too fast for the naked eye to detect.
The black barrier, as fragile as thin ice, shattered with a deafening roar.
A muffled rumble of thunder was followed by an explosion. A nuclear bomb detonated in mid-air.
Black dust danced in the air. The shockwave propelled debris in all directions. Black snow, billowing backwards, blotted out the sun.
Im's body was sent flying by a sword strike.
They retreated dozens of meters.
The King of the World drew an extremely awkward arc.
The force of the retreat created a series of cracks in the air beneath their feet.
His dark red robes fluttered wildly. He had completely lost his composure.
The spectators below were absolutely stunned.
"It's broken?!"
"One sword strike?! One sword strike shattered the protective shield?!"
"That's Im's absolute defense!"
The battlefield was filled with gasps of breath.
Ironhide's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Loki, clinging to his mangled body, used his single arm to tear apart shards of ice from the ground.
His pale knuckles trembled violently. His Adam's apple bobbed wildly.
The black dust that exploded in the sky burned my pupils.
Nobody dared to believe it.
Luffy previously exhausted his life force to break the barrier. His extreme output only resulted in a two-second rift.
The despairing gap was firmly etched into everyone's minds.
But now.
One sword.
Just one sword strike.
Not even a trace was left.
Luffy doesn't give himself a moment to catch his breath.
A torrent of attacks, like a flood bursting its banks, crashed down upon them.
The greatsword came to life completely. Nika's will endowed the metal with inexplicable, twisted properties.
The arm stretched like rubber. The greatsword was lengthened in sync.
The sword curved in a terrifying arc, then suddenly bounced back.
Hehehe!
A strange laugh accompanied a slash that echoed through the sky.
The greatsword transformed into a whip and lashed out. The golden sword light twisted, contorted, and swirled wildly.
He struck Im from a tricky and vicious angle.
The King of the World had barely steadied himself. His defenses were completely exposed. The first whip-sword struck his flesh with deadly force.
The black robe was torn.
Then came the second strike. And the third strike.
His arms twitched and swung wildly. The giant sword stretched, contracted, and swung down.
The change of tactics came without warning. There were no established swordplay patterns whatsoever.
The metal greatsword transformed into countless golden dragons under the power of the rubber.
The curved sword trailed a blinding beam of light. The end of the beam carried a law-level strangulation force.
The space was compressed, creating dark cracks. The air instantly turned into a golden sea of fire.
Sword energy wove together a deadly light curtain.
Airtight.
Im was completely sealed inside.
The entire sky erupted in a violent physical tremor.
The clouds were ploughed into hundreds of abysses. The gray void was directly exposed.
Fragments scattered wildly.
An iceberg in the distance was instantly severed in half. The seawater below was cut in two.
Im was forced to retreat.
Keep retreating.
The black robe had seven or eight slits cut into it. The dark red fabric was rolled up.
The dark gold patterns underneath were fully exposed.
Ancient marks clinging to the skin gleamed with a cold luster in the cracks.
The sleeping monster may awaken at any moment.
Nobody paid attention to this detail.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the sky filled with the light of countless swords.
The Allied soldiers below, barely clinging to life, looked up in disbelief.
His body had long since rotted into mush.
Kneeling on broken ice, coughing up blood. Leaning against a collapsed wall, clutching their intestines. All lying face down on the ground.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the sky.
They watched intently as the golden tyrant relentlessly smashed the world's king to death.
Someone clenched their hands around their knees and got up.
The second one. The third one.
Not a single word wasted. Nobody shouted any passionate slogans.
They stared at the blinding golden light.
One after another. Straighten your spine again.
Kizaru barely managed to reach the edge of the battlefield after losing half his life.
Relying solely on two legs, crouching low, they shuffled outwards, one stone after another.
Twice, I was nearly cracked open by ice blocks falling from above.
The aftershocks of his domineering aura made his teeth ache.
The bones were shrunk smaller than a wild rabbit's. It frantically dodged and weaved through the ruins.
A dignified naval admiral has stepped out of the pathetic position of a rat in a ditch.
The gravel belt was finally under my feet.
Ahead lay a foggy coastal area. A thick, greyish-white fog completely blocked the entire coastline.
The sea breeze carried the stench of gunpowder. Visibility was less than ten meters.
Kizaru exhaled a breath of stale air.
His steps suddenly stopped.
As if possessed, he turned his neck.
High in the center of the battlefield, the Golden Madman continued to unleash his firepower.
Sword after sword. The light of the Soaring Dragon Sword shattered the sky into pieces.
The King of the World was constantly retreating within the light curtain. His dark red robes were reduced to tattered rags.
Kizaru smacked his lips, tasting a bitter flavor.
"That kid."
The sound drifted away on the wind. A twitch appeared at the corner of the eye behind the sunglasses.
The golden sword light burned his retina. Deep within his pupils lay a complexity he himself was unaware of.
"This is no ordinary trouble."
My gaze slammed back to the ground. I would never look again.
His toes thrashed wildly. He plunged headfirst into the thick fog.
The golden light retreated rapidly behind them, only to be chewed up by the gray-white mist.
The pupils behind the sunglasses were filled with a few words.
Try to take advantage of the chaos and find an opportunity to slip away.