OPTC Chapter 200 - Adding a Few Toes to the Shark Giant?
The Shark Giant continued its rampage. With one mighty kick, it sent a massive gate spinning through the air, straight toward the entrance of the main castle.
Before the gate could crash into the wall, a flash of sword light cut it neatly in two, the pieces falling heavily to the ground.
From the main castle, ten figures emerged: Absalom and eight zombie generals.
"What is that thing? A giant? A shark?" Absalom muttered, though he wasn't too alarmed. One of the zombie generals was a swordsman over five meters tall—the one who had just sliced the gate in half.
If he could cut through a gate that size, cutting down a giant wasn't out of the question. Absalom waved his hand. "Go! Take them down!"
The eight zombie generals sprang into action. The towering swordsman and a three-meter-tall zombie wielding a giant axe charged at the Shark Giant. Four armored knights carrying swords and lances rushed toward Artoria.
Meanwhile, a four-armed zombie raised his four guns and fired simultaneously at Tom, who was dressed as a swordsman, before immediately ducking into cover.
Captain John downed his bottle of liquor, then tossed it at Zhang Da Ye. He figured the cat might be the weakest, but as a notorious pirate, he couldn't bring himself to challenge a cat. Better to face a human.
As for Ye Yan, no one noticed him. Thanks to the invisible ink still covering him, all that could be seen were six flags, a gong, and a hammer for striking it. To anyone not paying attention, it looked like decorative wall ornaments.
Ye Yan considered his options, then decided to sneak around and whack the lion-faced zombie, who seemed to be the commander of this squad.
The first to act, however, were the four bullets flying at Tom, each aimed at one of his limbs.
Tom immediately remembered how Mihawk had once flicked bullets away with his sword tip. Mimicking him, Tom thrust his rapier four times, hoping to send the bullets back.
Unfortunately, things didn't go quite as planned. The bullets were too large, and his sword too thin. Instead of deflecting them, his blade skewered all four, leaving them dangling like candied fruit on a stick.
Tom stared at the round balls on his sword tip, puzzled, before flicking them off. He spun on his heels a few times and dashed toward the hidden gunner. "With hiding skills that sloppy, you should sign up for one of Jerry's classes!"
Next came Captain John's bottle. Zhang Da Ye casually unfolded a stool and smacked the bottle mid-air, shattering it. "What's this nonsense? I'm not a Yonko, and I don't have the habit of getting my head split open by bottles."
"Interesting weapon, kid," Captain John sneered. A folding stool as a weapon? That was nothing more than cheap street-brawl tricks. Victory was assured.
With that, he drew the two swords lodged in his body and slashed at Zhang Da Ye.
"That's what you call interesting? I've got better ones!" Zhang Da Ye pulled out a frying pan to block the blades, then swung the stool at John's face. He had no idea who this guy even was—Captain John had barely appeared in the original story.
"A Devil Fruit user?" John leapt back, suddenly unsure if he had picked the right opponent.
"That's right," Zhang Da Ye said with a straight face. "I ate the Weapon-Weapon Fruit. I can summon all kinds of weapons." Without missing a beat, he tossed the frying pan like a projectile and pulled out a dining table.
Captain John knocked aside the pan and dodged the table. But then came a barrage of ridiculous objects: ladles, spatulas, wooden chairs, shovels, even a bed frame. "What kind of Weapon Fruit is this? More like a Furniture Fruit!"
"Call it what you like." In the chaos, Zhang Da Ye found his opening. He slammed the stool square into John's face.
Caught off guard, John was sent flying by the magic-enhanced blow, crashing into the rubble with only his limbs sticking out.
This so-called legendary pirate had shown nothing close to his reputation. Either his shadow was weak, or he was just like the great Captain Buggy—famous in name, mediocre in strength.
Meanwhile, Shark Chili was having some trouble. The Shark Giant was massive but not agile, making it awkward against the skilled zombie generals.
"I hate it when people go after the Shark Giant's feet!" Shark Chili snarled, yanking the controls. The giant kicked the axe-wielding zombie away.
That zombie had been aiming to cleave the top of the giant's foot, stirring up bad memories for Shark Chili.
The swordsman zombie leapt high into the air, sword raised, aiming for the Shark Giant's chest—right where the cockpit was.
Shark Chili made the giant swing a massive fist to block, but the zombie adjusted midair and slashed its arm instead, sparks flying.
Landing smoothly, the zombie didn't pause, darting forward to slash again and again while dodging the giant's counterattacks. The axe-wielding zombie returned too, stubbornly trying to chop extra toes into the giant's feet.
"Annoying!" Shark Chili muttered. Heart aching for his giant's damage, he dismissed it back into storage and landed on the ground himself.
The first thing he did was smack the axe zombie on the head with a massive 2000-tile Fishman Karate palm strike, sending it spinning like a top until it was embedded in the castle wall.
With the Shark Giant gone, the swordsman zombie's attack hit nothing. He landed cleanly, reset his stance, and charged at Shark Chili instead.
"Super Transformation!" Shark Chili wasted no time, morphing instantly. With a precise move, he caught the zombie's sword barehanded.
The swordsman stood over five meters tall, but transformed Shark Chili, standing a little over two meters, could now meet him without kneeling.
The zombie strained to pull back his blade, but Shark Chili's strength overwhelmed him, dragging the giant closer.
"Attached Shark Bite!"
The shark spirit behind him lunged, sinking its teeth into the zombie's neck. Against a living foe, it might've been fatal, but Shark Chili quickly remembered: these were zombies.
"In that case—Fishman Karate: 5000-Tile Spinning Kick!"
He spun midair, disarmed the zombie, and drove his foot into its side.
Crack, crack—the sound of breaking bones echoed as the zombie's torso twisted unnaturally. It flew sideways, rolled several times across the ground, and landed in a cloud of dust.
Though zombies were called undying, its recovery was nowhere near Tom's level. With its waist bent out of shape, it couldn't straighten up, thrashing helplessly on the ground.
But Shark Chili frowned. "Still not strong enough. It's so inconvenient to train legs properly."
Just then, a brick whizzed toward him. He tilted his head and dodged. Another rock followed, and this time he swatted it aside. "Who's there?"
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