On the flagship of a Marine fleet somewhere in the Grand Line.
Hina still looked the same as always—wearing a purple-red women's suit, a lady's cigarette dangling from her lips, and a Marine coat draped over her shoulders. She sat in her chair, staring at the two wanted posters in her hands, her delicate brows furrowed, her expression extremely serious.
"Captain Haska, possesses an extremely perverted masochistic constitution. Not only can he ignore pain, but as the pain increases, his speed, strength, and even intuition greatly improve. A very troublesome opponent. Intelligence indicates his weapon seems to have been obtained from some ruins."
"Vice Captain Yasuo, an extremely fast Iaido swordsman, renowned for his wind-like swift swordsmanship and body movements that are hard for ordinary people to catch, known as the Gale Swordsman."
"The other pirates of the Hungry Wolf Pirates are no pushovers either. Fortunately, they were severely weakened after clashing with the Blackbeard Pirates... Otherwise, it would really be difficult to handle."
Hina rubbed her somewhat swollen temples: "Really, I should have swallowed my pride back then and asked that Smoker guy for help. A natural-type ability should make dealing with those two guys easy, right?"
Thinking of this, Hina revealed a meaningful expression: "That old smoke addict, why is he so concerned about that rookie Straw Hat..."
Just as the female Marine was engaging in extremely rude associations there, a Marine soldier hurriedly ran over, bringing the latest intelligence.
"Colonel Hina! Traces of the Hungry Wolf Pirates have been spotted near Little Garden!"
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Hina elegantly exhaled a smoke ring, the corners of her mouth slightly curling up.
———Unlimited Gun System!
The scene of over a hundred muskets firing in unison was extremely spectacular. Since they were mirror entities, these muskets required no reloading action, so their firing speed was comparable to the latest machine guns developed by Marine Headquarters.
The spitting tongues of flame were accompanied by a roaring sound like a wild beast, and the bullets wantonly vented seemed to tear the surrounding air to shreds.
Haska's eyes gleamed with excited red light. He was bathed in blood, wielding his long spear, charging left and right through the dense bullet barrage. Except for being hit by a few shots at the beginning, Sherlock's bullets achieved nothing else besides turning a few large trees into sieves.
"Damn it, this guy's speed is actually getting faster as his injuries worsen..." Sherlock dispersed the muskets and threw several enlarged high-explosive bombs at Haska, but they were easily dodged by this red-rooster-headed man.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of violent explosions, debris flying, smoke and dust filling the air, the powerful shockwaves even snapping the branches of distant trees.
The high-explosive bombs processed by the mirror were astonishingly powerful, but the effect was sorely lacking.
"Die!"
Haska, with blood seeping from his mouth and nose, suddenly burst out from the thick smoke. His face was crazed as he raised his long spear and thrust viciously at Sherlock's chest, with the momentum of thunder!
———Spear Technique: Heart Crusher!
———Mirror Reflection!
With a thought from Sherlock, ripples appeared in the air in front of him.
Crack! With a crisp shattering sound, Haska sprayed blood from his mouth and flew backward, smashing a large rock to pieces at an astonishing speed, showing the immense force of the Mirror Reflection's counterattack.
"Is this guy a monster? His attacks have gotten stronger again..." Sherlock staggered back a few steps, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression turning extremely ugly.
For the first time, Sherlock encountered an enemy whose normal attacks could exceed the reflection limit of Mirror Reflection.
Regarding the limit of Mirror Reflection, here's an example.
Suppose Sherlock's Mirror Reflection limit is 100 points. If he suffers a 99-point attack, he will completely reflect that 99 points of damage, leaving himself unscathed.
But if he receives a 101-point attack, he can only reflect 100 points of the damage, suffering the excess 1 point himself.
Among them, attacks from natural-type ability users are calculated separately. Against natural-type attacks, the reflection limit of Mirror Reflection is greatly increased.
The reason Seastone weapons can ignore Mirror Reflection is simply because they temporarily nullify his fruit ability upon contact with Sherlock's skin. However, ever since Sherlock could externalize Mirror Reflection, this weakness no longer existed.
As Sherlock's mastery of his fruit ability continued to improve, the reflection limit of Mirror Reflection was also gradually increasing.
"Hahahaha! This is so fucking exhilarating!"
A highly excited howl came from the pile of rubble. Haska gripped his long spear and slowly crawled out. At this point, he was covered in wounds, fine beads of blood seeping from his pores, his left forearm unnaturally twisted—it was clearly fractured.
But even so, this rooster-headed pervert still wore a frenzied and bloodthirsty expression, as if the pain on his body granted him endless power.
"Your fruit ability is truly amazing. It actually lets me experience my own attacks. I'm almost reluctant to kill you!" Haska's scarlet eyes fixed on the somewhat pale-faced bespectacled man, slowly raising the blood-colored long spear in his hand, an astonishing murderous aura emanating from his entire body.
"This pervert..." For the first time, Sherlock felt his fruit ability was so powerless—a sense of helplessness that even Smoker hadn't given him.
Invisibility and illusions: Useless in front of the beast-like intuition of the opponent.
Weapons created by mirror entities: Fine against ordinary people, but against this monster, even if they caused damage, it only made him more excited.
Mirror Reflection: Currently the only ability that could effectively deal serious damage to the opponent, but as this perverted masochist's attack power increased, Sherlock would be the first to fall from being unable to withstand the damage exceeding the limit.
After all, aside from the power of the Mirror-Mirror Fruit, Sherlock was just an ordinary human with physical qualities comparable to an elite Marine soldier—only marginally stronger than the likes of Usopp.
"Damn it, if only I had a sufficiently powerful attack skill!" Sherlock pushed up his glasses, countless thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he thought of a very feasible method.
"This guy will eventually run out of stamina. I can take a gamble and try that move, but before that, I need to buy some time..."
With that in mind, Sherlock waved his hand, and several dozen-meter-long metal greatswords appeared in the void. Under Sherlock's mental control, these greatswords capable of cleaving a battleship in two slashed toward Haska with astonishing momentum.
"Ahahaha, bring it on!" The perverted masochist let out an excited wolf howl.
Zoro stared solemnly at the Iaido swordsman before him, waves of shock surging in his heart.
This guy's drawing and movement speed were simply too fast—fast enough that he could effortlessly block Zoro's attacks with three swords using just one blade, and even leave numerous wounds on the green-haired swordsman's body.
It was only because Yasuo's strength wasn't particularly outstanding that Zoro hadn't already been defeated.
Could it really be as he said? That power couldn't overcome speed?
"Damn it, if only I could see this guy's movements clearly..." Zoro silently endured the pain on his body, thinking to himself.
After several rounds of clashes, Yasuo also had a few wounds on his body, but it was still much better than Zoro's wretched state.
"You, are pretty good." Yasuo said solemnly to Zoro: "You're worth me using my ultimate technique, Roronoa!"
With that, Yasuo gripped the hilt with both hands, holding the blade straight up in front of him, assuming a starting stance.
Swish! Yasuo's figure instantly vanished.
Sensing something wrong, Zoro's pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly raised his two swords, focusing intently and on guard. However, Yasuo's attack this time elevated his speed to a new level.
A chilling gale enveloped him from all directions. In an instant, Zoro's vision was filled with countless blade lights.
———Gale Absolute Breath Slash!
In Nami and Usopp's eyes, small whirlwinds suddenly whipped up around Zoro, blurring the figure of the green-haired swordsman gripping his two swords. After a moment, the eerie whirlwind vanished, and Yasuo's figure suddenly reappeared in the distance.
"Ugh..."
Zoro let out a pained groan. Nearly a dozen blood lines burst from his body simultaneously, staining the ground beneath his feet a vivid color. Zoro's body swayed, nearly falling, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
Zoro, a real man through and through, a tough guy of iron blood!
"What a weak and powerless ultimate technique!" Zoro endured the sword wounds on his body and mocked Yasuo in the distance.
"Is that so..." Hearing this, Yasuo raised an eyebrow: "Then let this weak and powerless ultimate technique take your life!"
With that, Yasuo once again assumed the starting stance for Gale Absolute Breath Slash.
"Zoro!" Nami cried out in alarm at the sight of her companion's miserable state, then turned to Usopp and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and support him with your slingshot!"
Sweat beaded on Usopp's forehead, a struggling look flashing across his face. Then, as if he had made a decision, he closed his eyes and said gravely, "No, they're in a one-on-one duel. We absolutely cannot interfere!"
"What duel?!" The navigator miss roared in confusion: "Do you want to watch Zoro die right in front of you?"
"But if we help him, then Zoro will truly 'die'!" Though timid and fearful, Usopp had deeply understood through his interactions with Brogy how important a fair and square contest was to a warrior.
Surely Zoro, who aimed to be the world's greatest swordsman, wouldn't want his companions' help right now!
"And..." Usopp's gaze burned as he stared at Nami: "You have to believe in Zoro, believe in your companion, Nami!"
(I'm actually being lectured by Usopp?!)
The navigator miss opened her mouth, unsure what to say. She irritably ruffled her orange hair, then let out a helpless sigh.
"I'm really beaten by you guys..." Nami shook her head, beginning to silently pray for her companion in her heart.
(If only I could be a little stronger!)
For the first time, Nami, who had always hidden behind Luffy and the others, felt extremely dissatisfied with her own weakness.
Intense explosions echoed from the distance. Even though they had run far away, the ground still trembled noticeably under their feet, startling Carue into running even faster.
Thanks to the huge commotion caused by Sherlock, those dangerous dinosaurs were scared off into the far distance; otherwise, Vivi's journey wouldn't have been so safe.
"Mr. Glasses... It's my fault again for causing them trouble." Riding on the back of the land-walking duck, Vivi's face was full of worry. The fallen princess began to blame herself again, but soon she adjusted her mindset and muttered to herself: "Now's not the time for self-blame. We need to hurry and find Luffy and the others..."
"Quack quack!"
One person and one duck sped through the primeval jungle. Judging by the direction Vivi was heading, it was straight toward the place where the two giants had dueled earlier.
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