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On the Junmei ship, Annie, with graffiti on her back, sat cross-legged on the deck, looking utterly Zen as she leisurely sipped tea… Around her, the ordinary members of the escort team all visibly sighed in relief...
…
This guy came on stage without a weapon… So he was prepared!
"It's a Devil Fruit!"
"This is the power of a Devil Fruit!"
On the arena stage, beneath it, in the spectator stands, and even among the audience watching on the big screen elsewhere, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
All 199 swordsmen contestants on the stage had lost their weapons. They looked up at the sky full of swirling swords like a forest.
To pull off something this incredible… In this sea, only a Devil Fruit user could do it.
"But I heard that this Giorno stole a gas-type Logia Devil Fruit back in the day!"
"Then why is it a Paramecia that manipulates swords instead of a Logia?"
"He's so outrageous… Just casually tossed aside a precious Logia like it's nothing…"
For a moment, countless thoughts filled the audience's minds. As they watched the youth on the arena stage and on the big screen, their emotions were mixed.
"But contestant Giorno… after taking control of the other contestants' swords, what exactly is he planning to do?" The host continued the commentary nonstop. "Will he throw all the weapons off the stage, or, wait, contestant Giorno is speaking! What is he saying?!"
Robin muttered under her breath below the stage: "Knew it wouldn't be that simple…"
Liam smiled slightly, holding up his palm as if carrying the 200+ swords floating above his head, and said calmly: "So many…"
"Quit acting so carefree!"
One of the swordsman who had his weapon taken shouted angrily and charged straight toward Liam.
"That's 'Iron-Arm Swordsman' Ein Hand!" the announcer cried out dutifully, speaking at lightning speed. "He once single-handedly wiped out an entire island infested by multiple pirate crews, earning a combined bounty total of 800 million Belly in one swoop! Legend has it he broke his own sword from overuse and finished off the rest of the pirate crew barehanded!"
"You think a swordsman without a sword is powerless?! That's ridiculous!" The Iron-Arm Swordsman dashed up to Liam and threw a punch with his iron fist aimed at Liam's chest and stomach.
But Liam didn't even look at him.
Elsewhere, several other contestants nearby also rushed toward Liam in unison.
Are you kidding me?!
Everyone came here to compete in a Swordsman tournament, and this guy took their swords right at the start?! This punk clearly doesn't want to play by the rules!
He's asking for it!
But Liam still didn't even look at them.
The announcer was still doing his best to introduce the identities of these unarmed attackers, but no matter how fast his mouth moved, he was stunned into silence by what happened next.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fists and kicks of the attacking contestants landed hard on Liam's chest, neck, ribs, forehead… But it was as if they'd struck a solid wall, only muffled, dull thuds could be heard. Liam didn't move a muscle. His expression didn't even change.
Instead, a strange grimace of discomfort appeared simultaneously on the faces of the attacking Swordsmanes...
Wait, what?!
The other contestants watching the situation unfold were shocked.
That expression… what does it mean? You all went in to attack, landed solid blows on him, but the ones in pain… are you guys?!
Rokushiki's Tekkai? From below the stage, Shiryu, chewing a fat cigar, muttered as no one dared come near him.
"That form…" Charlotte Amande looked visibly stunned.
Wisps of green smoke floated up as the Ghostly Madam (harmonized term) lifted her head. From beneath the brim of her hat, her calm eyes stared at Liam on stage.
That casual, relaxed posture…
That wasn't ordinary Tekkai.
It was very similar to the state Mama enters…
A more advanced form of hardening…
"…," Mihawk stood in the distance with his arms crossed, watching silently, until suddenly, his eyes flicked behind him.
"Eh?" In the crowd below the stage, one of the Swordsmanes scheduled to compete in later matches suddenly noticed something unusual at his waist. "My sword… why is it trembling?"
"Wasn't everything supposed to be frozen during the commentary…?"
On the stage, Liam stood there, letting those weak, powerless punches and kicks land on him, but his expression was far from pleased. "Who gave you permission… to interrupt me?"
"How wicked!"
"Bastard!"
The unarmed Swordsmanes were enraged, but in the very next instant, a black shadow flashed past them, too fast to see, and their heads were suddenly wracked with intense pain, followed by a strong sense of dizziness and weightlessness.
They felt like they were spinning through the air. Then came a jolt through their entire bodies.
Wait, why does everything feel numb? And hot… kind of itchy… No, it hurts!
We got hit by something and were sent flying, then crashed onto the stage!
How is that possible?! We didn't see anything at all! What did he attack us with?!
Just as the Swordsmanes lay on the stage, bloodied and trying to get up, someone beside them "kindly" gave them a kick and sent them tumbling off the stage completely.
"Hey! What the hell?! You bastard!"
Those few who were kicked off had officially lost their qualifications to continue in the competition.
But no one at the scene, not even the contestants on stage who casually booted them out, had time to care.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the astonishing Chopperna Giorno. Just now… even though no one had seen the process clearly, everyone saw the result: Giorno's long black hair, like it had a life of its own, had transformed into multiple arms and fists. Those hair-formed fists punched the attackers, sending them flying and spraying blood through the air!
"What the hell was that?!"
"Is that also a Devil Fruit power?"
"Impossible! A person can't have two Devil Fruits!"
In the audience, among the contestants both on and off the stage, and even from the background chatter of the commentator, everyone was in an uproar over the sudden and shocking development.
"Wait, what's that sound?" One swordsman froze for a moment.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
"So many people, brawling and scrambling like that… What a waste of time…"
On stage, Liam's hand was releasing an astonishing magnetic force. As for those earlier troublemakers, he acted like nothing had happened.
His gaze swept over the packed spectator stands, and then over the hundreds of Swordsmanes gathered around the arena floor.
His figure, his face, his words were now broadcast across countless massive screens all over the world.
"What is he planning to do? Don't tell me…?!"
Some still hadn't caught on, but others had already made grim guesses and hurriedly grabbed the swords at their waists.
Then, looking up, they saw the words appear behind Giorno on the big screen:
"How about… I help everyone sort through the contestants, quickly?"
The moment the words dropped, throughout the entire arena, the second preliminary round, the third, the fourth, all the other Swordsmanes waiting their turn, every sword at their waist began trembling violently in its sheath!
Buzz!! Buzz! Buzz!!
"My sword! My blade!"
One by one, fine swords, famed blades, Ō Wazamono, and more, an overwhelming number of blades, began to draw themselves from their scabbards with a metallic shriek.
All across the arena, under gasps of shock and shouts of disbelief… the storm of swords began.
(End Of This Chapter)
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