"Until death!"
A hand suddenly gripped Zephyr's wrist, the force from Damon's five fingers was so strong that it almost left a bruise on Zephyr's wrist.
"Damon, don't stop me!"
"What kind of teacher would let their students fight bloody battles on the front lines while they themselves reap the benefits from the back?"
Chief Instructor Zephyr lowered his head and met a pair of unusual eyes.
What kind of eyes are those?
Within the crimson pupils, a windmill-shaped black shadow slowly rotated, its inner depths concealing a profound blue light, as if they were not human eyes, but the pupils of a demon from the abyss of hell.
Just as many philosophers often ponder, what is the purpose of life?
Since Damon transmigrated to this world, he has had the same confusion in his heart.
Damon met many interesting and lovely people, and formed a certain bond with them.
At the Uncertain Terminal in the Goa Kingdom of the East Blue, if Damon hadn't met the three brothers Ace, Sabo, and Luffy, he probably would have starved to death or died from the poison caused by his predecessor's indiscriminate eating.
If it weren't for Dadan's shelter, Damon would have had to endure the elements. And without Garp's selfless guidance, even with the system, Damon would have taken many detours.
At the naval academy, Damon met a group of fellow students and also encountered Chief Instructor Zephyr. This old man was not as unapproachable as rumored; on the contrary, he always showed care for his students despite his strictness.
This world is terminally ill, and Damon is determined to change it!
"If I can't even change Professor Zephyr's fate, what right do I have to call myself a time traveler!"
Under such intense emotional stimulation, Damon's three-tomoe Sharingan finally underwent an evolution.
[Mangekyo Sharingan]: The evolved form of the three-tomoe Sharingan, enhancing dynamic vision and genjutsu within the eye, and possessing the following abilities:
[Tsukuyomi]: Pulls the enemy's mind into an illusionary space. In the Tsukuyomi world, all factors, including time, place, and quality, are controlled by the caster. The enemy suffers immense physical and mental pain in the illusionary world, which is simultaneously reflected in their real body.
[Amaterasu]: Can unleash a wide range of black flames to burn enemies. The black flames will not disappear until the target enemy is completely burned.
[Izanami]: At the cost of complete blindness in one eye, it records a fragment of the actions of the target enemy and itself, causing the target to repeat this scene in an infinite loop.
[Izanagi]: At the cost of complete blindness in one eye, he can make things that are unfavorable to him for a period of time disappear, and only make things that are favorable to him a reality.
[Susanoo]: The ultimate power residing in the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Damon stared at the slightly bewildered Chief Instructor Zephyr, released his grip on Zephyr's wrist, and slowly stepped forward, saying without turning his head:
"Professor Zephyr, you once sheltered us from the wind and rain in your old age, now it is my turn to clear the thorns and brambles for you!"
With each step Damon took, a burst of flames ignited beneath his feet, and his aura intensified.
As Damon's figure, taller than when he first enrolled, walked further and further away, Chief Instructor Zephyr's lips curled up slightly.
"This kid's really grown up!"
Edward Weevil stood with his feet planted on the deck, his beast-like fighting instincts causing him to instinctively avoid Damon's eyes.
Edward Weevil had a strong intuition that something terrible would happen once he met Damon's eyes.
However, for a powerful figure like Edward Weevil, eyes can sometimes be a burden. He could use Observation Haki to perceive Damon's movements from every angle.
Edward Weevil habitually sniffed, a ferocious expression appearing on his ugly face.
The next moment, he moved!
As still as a statue, as swift as an arrow!
The nearly ten-meter-tall Murakumogiri weighed over a ton, but in Edward Weevil's hands it was as light as a feather, wielded with great force.
Both sides moved at lightning speed, their Zanpakuto and Murakumogiri constantly rubbing against each other, producing dazzling sparks and sounds that nearly pierced eardrums.
Feeling the terrifying force emanating from the blade, even his hands gripping the hilt felt numb and almost slipped from his grasp. Damon's eyes darkened as he thought to himself:
"Thirty years ago, Bakkin was on Edward Newgate's pirate ship and gave birth to Edward Weevil, this freak. He truly deserves to be called a pirate with the strength of Whitebeard in his youth. This strength is probably comparable to many giants, right?"
A sharp sword aura that tore through the sky.
A scorching, fiery strike that burns everything.
The aftershocks of the battle between the two sides caused the training ship, riddled with holes, to begin to sway precariously. Water began to seep into many of the leaky holes, and the entire training ship slowly began to sink into the sea.
The deck beneath their feet tilted and swayed, but this did not affect their battle; on the contrary, it only intensified their fierce fight.
The lines formed by all things were reflected in the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Although Edward Weevil had kept a distance from Damon with his keen beastly intuition and was determined not to let Damon get close, the death lines on the nearly ten-meter-long Murakumogiri in his hand were now completely exposed to Damon's eyes.
However, Damon did not launch an attack immediately.
Edward Weevil possessed the strength to defeat all 16 division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates single-handedly. If he were to launch an attack too early and shatter the opponent's Murakumogiri, it would only alert the opponent, causing them to turn around and flee.
Given Edward Weevil's strength, if he intended to escape, it would be quite difficult for Damon to stop him.
Therefore, it was necessary to severely injure or even kill Edward Weevil while shattering his Murakumogiri!
Damon, like a seasoned hunter, feigned his youth and weakness, appearing feeble in front of Edward Weevil to arouse the prey's greed and recklessness.
At first, Edward Weevil had doubts and did not take the risk.
But as time went on, especially after Edward Weevil used Murakumogiri to leave several gruesome wounds on Damon, it seemed to confirm that the other party was exhausted and could not fight him for long. A fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Edward Weevil's performance was completely under Damon's watchful eye.
If it weren't for the need to take care of Chief Instructor Zephyr, who was still on the training ship, Damon would have used a powerful move long ago. Why would he need to be so cautious?
As for the wounds on his body, they looked like they were torn open and very serious, but once he was out of the battle, his passive ability of Holy Light Protection would be enough to allow him to recover quickly.
Recovering 2% of maximum health every 2 seconds was no joke!
Edward Weevil gathered all his strength, heavily covering his Murakumogiri with Armament Haki, and unleashed his strongest attack.
"Drink!"
A streak of sword light slashed down, easily cleaving the training ship and Damon in two!
Winning or losing did not matter.
Because this was Edward Weevil's all-out attack, he was already past his prime, and his movements faltered for a moment.
Masters exchange moves, and their moves were fatal.
This fleeting opportunity was undoubtedly seized by Damon.
"Flash!"
The instant Damon disappeared from sight, both his beast-like instincts and the warning from his Observation Haki compelled Edward Weevil to muster his last breath and, at the critical moment, shield himself with Murakumogiri.
Unfortunately, Damon had already anticipated the opponent's prediction!
The fiery Ryujin Jakka followed the death line on the Murakumogiri and slashed down, cutting this divine weapon, crafted by a master craftsman from Wano Country, in two on the spot!
The fiery slash struck Edward Weevil's muscular body, leaving a deep, gruesome wound that exposed bone.
Edward Weevil's eyes widened in astonishment as he met Damon's Mangekyo Sharingan. Damon's cold, abyssal voice reached his ears:
"I will be your worst nightmare!"
"Tsukuyomi!"
On the desolate and vast plain, a tall cross stood, and a burly figure was tightly bound, his limbs spread out and nailed to the cross, only his head could barely turn.
"Where is this place?"
When Edward Weevil opened his eyes, he was greeted by a desolate, uninhabited land. The night sky was like a dark curtain covering the earth, with only a blood moon, stained with mottled blood, hanging high in the sky, as if someone was observing the little man in the bottle through this blood moon.
Dead silence, ashen.
This was Edward Weevil's first impression of the Tsukuyomi Space.
Edward Weevil subconsciously mustered the strength within him that was comparable to that of a giant. His two large arms bulged with veins like earthworms, and his ten fingers clenched into fists. He even clenched them so tightly that his fingertips turned white, and blood flowed from his palms.
No matter how powerful Edward Weevil was, he could not budge the cross in the slightest.
This place was both a courtroom for judging the most heinous sinners and a mass grave for burying those who deserved to die!
With a guilty conscience, Edward Weevil was doomed!
In Edward Weevil's sight, a figure that looked quite familiar suddenly emerged from the endless darkness. The pure white naval uniform did not clash strongly with the surrounding darkness; on the contrary, it gave people a strange sense of harmony, as if the boy in front of him was an angel descending with a butcher's knife.
Justice and evil, two completely opposite qualities, coexisted in the same person.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Edward Weevil grinned and swore.
At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage, and it seemed that he had no other viable option but to use impotent rage to mask his inner panic.
Although Edward Weevil always gave the impression of being low-IQ, he was well aware that if he fell into enemy hands, his situation would probably not be good.
Damon seemed not to hear, and continued walking forward, the system notification echoing in his ears.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from League of Legends. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to start the prize wheel?"
"Yes!"
In Damon's line of sight, a lottery wheel that was invisible to others gradually appeared, divided into four sections: normal skills, hero skills, equipment and items, and hero skins.
Normal skills: Barrier, Cleanse, Insight, Ignite, Weakness, Blink, Ghost Step, Heal, Clarity, Guardian, Crossbow, Retribution, Mark, Teleport.
Hero abilities: Shattering Flame, Lava Shield, Alpha Strike, Meditation, Wuju Style, Void Blade, Energy Pulse, Void Sphere...
Equipment and items: Hextech Belt, Righteous Glory, Twin Shadows, Trinity Force, Boots of Speed...
Hero skins: Future Warrior, Steel Wings, Lu Bu (Fengxian), Champion's Blade...
[Backstab]: Passive skill, normal attacks launched from behind the target will result in a critical hit.
This reward was better than nothing, he supposed.
Damon approached Edward Weevil, his eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, gleaming with a cold indifference, as if issuing an ultimatum to a sinner, and said:
"I told you, I will be your worst nightmare!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Damon plunged his Zanpakuto into Edward Weevil's body without hesitation.
Edward Weevil possessed a dulled sense of pain, exhibiting a high degree of resistance to pain; a mere cut caused him no pain whatsoever.