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Chapter 167: The Monster Within
"Surprise Attack Style: Sword Technique: Slash!"
Killer B spun rapidly like a small electric top.
This was the Seven Swords Style that would one day beat Sasuke Uchiha into a state where he couldn't take care of himself. It was currently a move he used to show off, until he obtained a great sword named Samehada and learned a technique centered on brute force.
Seven blade lights, seven completely different angles, like a net woven of steel, instantly sealed off all of the Golden Lion's dodge routes.
The air hissed sharply as it was sliced apart.
This sword style was incredibly bizarre, completely defying common sense. The trajectory of every blade was tricky and strange, working in synergy to double the power.
However, facing these storm-like slashes, there wasn't even a ripple on the Golden Lion's face.
He had faced plenty of weird swordsmen on the sea; this sword style, in his view, was just a flashy juggling act.
His three-tomoe Sharingan spun at high speed, seeing the trajectory of the seven swords, the speed, and even the subtle exertion of every inch of Killer B's muscles clearly.
"Flashy juggling."
The Golden Lion snorted disdainfully. The long sword in his hand didn't even leave its sheath.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
He simply stood in place. With minimal movements—turning sideways, twisting his waist, raising his hand—the sheath in his hand struck accurately and consecutively against the weakest spines of the seven incoming long swords in the spark of a flint!
The crisp sounds of collision merged into one. The seemingly flawless net of blades collapsed instantly!
Killer B felt waves of clever force transmitted from the blades, numbing the web of his thumb. The offensive of the seven swords was dismantled instantly, his figure pausing fatally in mid-air.
"What?!" Killer B's pupils contracted violently behind his sunglasses.
His Surprise Attack Style was so easily... broken?
"No matter how many moves you have, the core is only one." The Golden Lion's voice carried a hint of amusement and condescending instruction as his figure closed in like a ghost. "Your weakness is yourself, idiot! Yeah!"
He even imitated Killer B's verbal tic, mocking him to the extreme.
Before his voice fell, the Golden Lion's long sword finally unsheathed!
There was no brilliant sword light, only an extremely restrained cold glint too fast for the naked eye to catch.
The target: straight for Killer B's heart!
This strike was the condensed swordsmanship experience of an ambitious hero who had roamed the seas for decades!
Killer B's hair stood on end. The intense crisis of death made his mind go blank. He wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with the reaction!
"It's over." A trace of boredom flashed in the Golden Lion's crimson eyes.
Another opponent of this level. Too boring.
However, just moments before the blade tip pierced Killer B's chest.
Boom—!!!
An indescribable, extremely violent crimson chakra exploded from within Killer B like a volcanic eruption!
That wasn't a ninja's chakra!
It was an aggregate of hatred, tyranny, and the will to destroy!
Pfft!
An incredibly thick, muscular octopus tentacle, its surface rolling with boiling bubbles, burst out from Killer B's back, accurately coiling around the blade the Golden Lion had thrust!
Sizzle—
The contact between the refined steel long sword and that crimson chakra tentacle actually produced a harsh sound like metal being corroded by strong acid, emitting bursts of white smoke!
The Golden Lion's pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant.
He felt an unrivaled, terrifying immense force transmitted from the blade, as if he hadn't stabbed flesh and blood, but a moving active volcano!
"What... is this thing?!"
Waves of shock surged in the Golden Lion's heart.
In the next second, the octopus tentacle whipped violently!
Bang!
The Golden Lion was sent flying like he had been hit head-on by a siege hammer. He flew back faster than he had come, ploughing a long trench through the muddy ground, finally crashing heavily into a pile of rubble, kicking up dust all over the sky.
Silence filled the field.
In the distance, the expression on Garp's face shifted instantly from leisurely watching a play to extreme excitement. He slapped his thigh and laughed loudly:
"Oh oh oh! Now this is interesting! Shiki, that guy, finally ate a loss! Bwahaha!"
The injured A clutched his chest, looking at the hideous Tailed Beast Cloak and tentacle behind his brother. His eyes held shock, worry, and a trace of relief.
In the dust, the Golden Lion slowly stood up. He shook his somewhat numb arm and looked down at the web of his thumb, which had been shaken until it cracked slightly.
He wasn't angry. Instead... he smiled.
It was an uncontrollable, morbid, extremely excited manic laughter.
"Jihahahaha... Jihahahahahaha!"
He raised his head, his three-tomoe Sharingan staring dead at the figure wrapped in crimson chakra in the distance. The fanaticism in his eyes was almost overflowing.
"So that's it... So that's it! A Jinchuriki?!"
"This power... this feeling... it's amazing! This is the thrill I wanted!"
On the other side, Killer B landed on the ground. The crimson chakra cloak on his body slowly faded, leaving only that hideous octopus tentacle resting on his shoulder like a most loyal guardian.
"Hey, Eight-o, thanks, you bastard! Yeah!" Killer B said to the air.
A deep and majestic voice rang in his mind: "Be careful, B. This guy... is very strong. The Sharingan is not that simple."
"I know!" Killer B re-assumed his stance, made a provocative gesture at the Golden Lion in the distance, and shouted in his unique rap tone:
"Tried to hurt my brother, then sneak attacked me, you bastard really have low IQ! Yo!"
"That move just now, I've seen through it all. Next, taste the Tailed Beast's iron fist fall! Check it out!"
"Tailed Beast?" The Golden Lion licked his lips, the smile on his face becoming even crazier. "Jihahahaha! Good! Great!! I happen to be missing a pet."
Far from showing any fear, he took a step forward, actively greeting the challenge.
"Come on, brat!"
The Golden Lion rested his long sword on his shoulder. A killing intent even more terrifying than before soared into the sky, causing even the falling rain to stagnate.
"Let me see just how capable you are!"
In the ruins, the dust had not yet settled.
Golden Lion Shiki's arrogant laughter still echoed in the rain curtain, carrying a madness that made scalps tingle.
A knelt on one knee, watching the manic Golden Lion. He gritted his teeth as Lightning Release chakra frantically stimulated his cells. Soon, accompanied by a smell of burnt flesh, the wound was forced to heal.
Footsteps sounded.
Splish, splash.
Garp squatted down. He didn't pick his nose carelessly as usual; instead, he stared at the wound on A's chest, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Oi, A, not dead yet, are you?"
Garp's voice didn't betray much emotion, but those eyes rarely lacked their usual laziness.
A gritted his teeth, squeezing a low growl from his throat: "Shut up... I'm hard to kill!"
Garp reached out, wanting to pat A's shoulder, but seeing the other's teetering state, his hand stopped in mid-air and withdrew.
"That guy..."
A panted heavily, his gaze bypassing Garp to stare dead at the boy confronting Killer B in the distance. His eyes revealed a deep apprehension.
"That Uchiha brat... is very strong."
"Raito, listen!"
"Don't be careless! That guy is different from any enemy we've met before!"
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