"Passat, are you ready?" Linnana shouted loudly—she and the injured man were reaching their limits. The pirate leader's strength was monstrous, his attacks overwhelmingly lethal. Worse still, he possessed a regenerative ability eerily similar to the effects of an advanced Zoan-type Devil Fruit, possibly enhanced with experimental drugs like MADS' E.S. formula. That made him nearly impossible to kill. Linnana gritted her teeth, swinging her whip again, but even she felt her strikes losing power, if this dragged on, she might be the next one to fall.
"Wait a minute!" Passat yelled back, sweat dripping down his brow. He had reached the final stage of mastering the mysterious technique from the swordsmanship manual found on that derelict Revolutionary ship last chapter. The ancient scroll claimed to originate from Wano, a land renowned for its samurai, and its final kata was said to channel the very spirit of one's ancestors through the blade. Passat was so close he could feel it.
"There's no choice left, I have to use that technique!" The injured man muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and grim with resolve. He had already sustained serious wounds from previous clashes, but now he gripped his sword with both hands and deliberately slashed his own arm. Blood poured down instantly thick, dark red but unlike the pirate leader, he hadn't taken any doses of E.S. The wound remained open. No unnatural healing. No regeneration.
Then, with a steady hand, he smeared the flowing blood across the blade of his katana. The moment the blood coated the steel, a red gleam shimmered across the edge, and then something shifted. A strange purple-black aura began swirling around the blade, the cursed energy leaking from it like steam. The sword began to hum with unnatural vibrations, and for a moment, it looked eerily like the legendary cursed sword Shusui, once wielded by the samurai Ryuma of Wano.
"Oh? The mutt's finally biting back?" The pirate leader scoffed, his voice laced with arrogance. "Hahahahaha this again? A little blood ritual? Think you can harm me with that weak trick?" He had seen many desperate men try last-resort tactics before. None succeeded. He wasn't worried.
"Ghost... Slash!" the injured man roared, his eyes glowing faintly with the same eerie hue as the smoke now wrapping around his sword. The blade trembled as if possessed. The purple-black aura thickened, spreading from the blade to envelop his entire body. A ghostly chill filled the room, making even Linnana shiver. She stepped back unconsciously, eyes widening in shock.
"You—what's happening to you?" Linnana asked, startled. She could sense that the injured man was changing his aura becoming colder, darker, like that of a spirit obsessed with vengeance.
"Disappear!" the injured man shouted again. With a burst of strength, he swung the blade down, and a massive wave of purple-black sword aura akin to Zoro's Ashura techniques shot out like a crescent moon, carving through the air with an ear-piercing howl.
"What the hell?!" The pirate leader's face changed as he tried to move, but it was too late. The attack was unnaturally fast, like an Enma-infused slash, and it hit its target squarely. With a horrible sound of tearing flesh and shattering bone, the sword energy cleaved through the pirate leader's left arm completely severing it. Blood sprayed like a geyser, splattering across the walls and floor, dyeing the room crimson.
"This...this sword is incredible!" Linnana gasped in awe. Even she, with all her combat experience, had never seen such a potent and aggressive aura. That strike had a weight behind it an intent to destroy the soul as well as the body.
"Tch—so what? Even if you cut off my arm, it'll grow back in seconds!" the pirate leader sneered, snarling as steam hissed from his wound. True to his word, the blood began coagulating unnaturally fast, flesh knitting itself back together. He showed no pain, only fury. "What's the point of wasting energy on something that's going to heal? You think that's enough to stop me?"
He laughed again low and menacing. "Hmph, fools. Pain means nothing to me now."
But even as the limb began regenerating, something was different. The edges of the severed stump began to tremble, the healing slower than before. The cursed energy of the "Ghost Slash" lingered, almost resisting the regeneration. The injured man narrowed his eyes maybe the technique had more effect than expected.
Passat glanced over, finally ready. His hands stopped shaking. The aura around him calmed. He had finished the final move. All that remained was to time it just right.
"Oh? Is that so? Take a good look at your injured hand," the man sneered, smiling proudly. It seemed his plan had succeeded. He glanced at the pirate leader with sharp eyes and a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, laughter echoing in his heart like the tolling of a bell.
"What what the hell is this?!" The pirate leader stared in disbelief at his severed arm on the ground. The moment it touched the floor, the purple-black smoke began to corrode it. Worse, the stump at his shoulder where the arm had been severed also started to smoke and corrode—there was no sign of the regeneration that the E·S-enhanced body should have granted him.
"You didn't expect that, did you? My Ghost Slash isn't a joke, it's the Blood-Stained Ghost Slash," the wounded man declared, his tone proud yet cold. "It's even more powerful than Rin's original version." He had only recently thought of this method, a desperate gamble to deal with the pirate leader. Unlike Rin's version, his own attack fused his blood directly into the technique, strengthening it tremendously. But the cost was steep his own body was now being slowly eroded by the very same purple-black ghost aura. Unless it was absolutely necessary, this was a technique he would never willingly use.
"You bastard! I'll crush you into paste!" the pirate leader roared. His fury boiled over he never imagined his powerful body, reinforced by E·S drug enhancements similar to those used by Caesar Clown and Doflamingo's research division, would fall prey to this level of damage. Enraged, he raised his only remaining arm and slammed it downward, intending to crush the wounded man into a pool of blood.
"Be careful!" Linnana shouted, lashing out with the whip in her hand. She expertly wrapped it around the injured man's arm and yanked him away just in time. The pirate leader's massive palm struck only air and obliterated the wooden floor beneath, splintering it with a thunderous boom.
"Even with one arm gone, his strength's still monstrous…" the injured man panted, his face pale as a ghost. "I can't use Ghost Slash again, if I try, it'll kill me… the rest is up to you, Linnana. Cough, cough…" His breathing was ragged, and he was clearly reaching the limits of his endurance. The corruption from the ghost aura had already spread along his arm and shoulder.
"No choice… you'd better stand close to me!" Linnana said without hesitation. Though the injured man didn't know what technique she was about to unleash, he could sense the immense killing intent behind her words. He didn't question her he simply limped over and stood beside her.
"Very well. Then by the spirit of nature lend me your strength to destroy the demon before us!" Linnana called out with determination. As her voice echoed through the air, the ground beneath the house cracked violently. Massive, vine-like tendrils surged up from the earth, thick as barrels, shattering the walls and tearing through the roof. She had refrained from using this move earlier because she didn't want to destroy the home she and the injured man had built with such effort. But now survival came first.
"Cheh! Even if you're using a Devil Fruit power, it's useless! Nothing can stop my rage!" the pirate leader bellowed. The vines reminded him of Devil Fruits like the Kilo Kilo no Mi or Ivy-Ivy Fruit, and he surged forward with brutal intent. He would not be stopped he would personally rip the arm and soul out of the one who maimed him.
"Then let's see you get past these vines!" Linnana retorted, her voice sharp and cold. She swung her arms, commanding the tentacles with precision. The vines lashed out with immense strength, shattering furniture and walls alike. Each swing carried the weight of her fury and desperation, their destructive power even greater than the pirate leader's earlier blows. But as the room fell to ruin, Linnana's heart ached at the sight—their hard-earned shelter reduced to rubble. _
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