Chapter 211: A Wild Dance Without Worries! The Peak Tug-of-War Between Shura and Kizaru, The Tyrant's Redemption
Seeing the glaring bloodstain on Kizaru's face, Zoro, kneeling on one knee, gritted his teeth.
He forced his battered body to stand, gripping Wado Ichimonji tightly, wanting to fight alongside Tatsuya to the death.
However, Tatsuya did not even look back, sternly ordering everyone to retreat and absolutely not to interfere.
"Calculating the time, that man with the bear-ear hat and paw gloves should be arriving soon."
"Since the safety of my companions is now absolutely guaranteed, there is no need for me to continue conserving my strength."
Tatsuya calculated silently in his heart.
Then he slowly raised his head, staring at the Admiral radiating terrifying light in mid-air:
"The highest combat power of Marineford..."
"Let me experience exactly where the gap between us lies."
As he finished speaking, Tatsuya completely cast aside his usual lazy demeanor, unreservedly unleashing his monstrous fighting spirit toward Kizaru.
He gripped black blade shusui with both hands, and violent, unparalleled blue Lightning Release Chakra erupted like a volcano, covering his entire body.
His entire being transformed into a dazzling blue-black lightning bolt, charging toward Kizaru in mid-air with an unstoppable, fierce momentum!
Tatsuya began with a vicious, unparalleled killing move.
"Amaterasu!"
Accompanied by the frantic rotation of the Mangekyo pattern in his right eye.
Where his gaze focused, a cluster of inextinguishable black flames exuding an aura of destruction erupted without warning at Kizaru's landing spot.
Kizaru reacted with lightning speed, his body instantly turning into countless dazzling light spots that scattered in all directions, before reforming his slender figure in mid-air.
"Oh my, oh my..."
Kizaru looked down at the black fire that had incinerated the stone slabs, his tone remaining languid.
"Can this black flame actually burn and distort light?"
"Young people these days are truly terrifying~"
Before Kizaru could launch a counterattack, the patterns in Tatsuya's eyes spun violently once more.
Massive and violent dark purple Chakra erupted from his body like a tsunami, condensing in the blink of an eye into a giant, half-body skeletal demon god in mid-air—Susanoo!
The giant Susanoo arm clenched into a fist, coordinating with the black blade shusui swung by Tatsuya's main body.
Along with the armor-piercing lock of [Futsu-no-Mitama] that ignored defense, it smashed violently toward Kizaru with earth-shattering power.
Facing this airtight, devastating blow, Kizaru had no intention of taking it head-on.
He was as slippery as a loach, crossing his hands to execute "Yata Mirror."
A beam of light refracted back and forth between the branches of the mangrove trees.
Kizaru's body turned into photons, dodging and weaving through the forest along the trajectory of the light beam.
"Such terrifying destructive power~"
"Why are young people nowadays so irritable~"
"Ama no Murakumo!"
Kizaru stretched his hands, condensing a shining light sword out of pure photons.
He collided with the massive arm of Susanoo a few times in a very perfunctory manner.
Retiring after one strike, he quickly opened up a safe distance, flying in mid-air, using light-speed kicks and laser beams from his fingertips for constant long-range attrition.
This Admiral used his actions to perfectly interpret to the world what it means to "clock in for work, never risk your life."
However, the massive consumption of continuously releasing Amaterasu and maintaining Susanoo.
Coupled with the need to constantly activate [Futsu-no-Mitama] to desperately track Kizaru's unreasonable, light-speed trajectory.
All of this brought unimaginable, terrifying strain to Tatsuya's optic nerves and body.
Amidst the intense clashes and collisions, two streams of glaring crimson blood flowed slowly down from the corners of Tatsuya's eyes.
Kizaru, moving with ease in mid-air, keenly captured this detail through his tinted sunglasses.
He lazily touched the stubble on his chin, his tone carrying a hint of understanding:
"Oh my... so that's how it is."
"That strange eye capable of forcibly cutting even light, and this giant purple demon statue, are crazily overdrawing your own life force."
Kizaru spread his hands and pursed his lips:
"It seems the old man doesn't need to exert any effort at all."
"As long as I patiently wait for your own eyes to go blind, I can easily arrest you~"
Just as Tatsuya took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and prepared to weave signs to change tactics.
A figure as huge as a small mountain teleported without warning directly into the center of the smoke-filled battlefield.
Seven Warlords of the Sea, "Tyrant" Bartholomew Kuma, officially appeared.
Kuma was like a machine without emotions.
He completely ignored Kizaru above and didn't even glance at Tatsuya, who was on high alert.
He slowly took off his thick gloves, took steady steps, and walked calmly in front of Zoro, who was desperately covering Robin's retreat.
Kuma looked down from above at the heavily injured great swordsman, his calm voice resounding on the battlefield:
"If you were to go on a trip, where would you want to go?"
Accompanied by a crisp "pop" sound.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, Zoro's figure strangely vanished into thin air!
Following that, it was Brook, Usopp, Sanji...
Kuma was like a grim reaper machine executing a program, his movements mechanical and precise.
One by one, he completely unreasonably slapped the members of the Straw Hat Pirates away.
Watching with his own eyes as the companions he cherished disappeared one by one right in front of him.
Luffy fell painfully to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and then erupted into a heart-wrenching, desperate roar:
"You bastard! What did you do to my companions!!!"
Extreme anger and the fear of losing his companions made Luffy completely reckless.
He bit his thumb sharply, blowing air into it frantically.
His right fist instantly grew huge, and he wrapped it without reservation in dense, pitch-black Armament Haki.
"Gear 3: Gomu Gomu Giant Pistol!!"
"Give everyone... back to me!!!"
However, before that huge fist filled with soaring rage could fall, Kuma's figure flickered, and he had already teleported in front of Luffy.
It was still that calm raising of the hand, a light wave.
"Pop!" A soft sound.
Luffy's desperate roar came to an abrupt halt.
This Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates instantly turned into a transparent paw-shaped bubble in mid-air, disappearing completely into the horizon.
Looking at the empty battlefield in the blink of an eye.
Tatsuya decisively and quickly cut off the Chakra supply, putting away the massive Susanoo.
He knew very well in his heart that now, it was his turn to exit.
Tatsuya widened his eyes, which were still shedding tears of blood, with realistic acting.
His handsome face was instantly filled with a "painful" expression interweaving despair and fury.
Like a lone wolf that had lost its reason, he roared crazily at Kuma:
"You bastard!! Give Luffy and the others back!!"
Before the words faded, Tatsuya turned into a blue-black lightning bolt, recklessly charging head-on toward the burly Kuma.
Kuma looked calmly at Tatsuya, who was charging toward him.
Just at the moment when the two were about to pass each other.
Kuma secretly lowered his eyelids, meeting Tatsuya's red eyes, which were shedding shocking blood.
Their gazes met and separated instantly.
"Pop!"
That broad palm with a paw pad slapped solidly onto Tatsuya's chest.
The moment they made contact.
Tatsuya obediently gave up all defense and resistance within his body, allowing that unreasonable spatial power to completely envelop him.
His body instantly turned into a giant paw-shaped bubble, shooting into the sky, and disappeared into the blue horizon in the blink of an eye.
On the vast mangrove battlefield, the noise and brutality from just moments ago seemed like a dream.
At this moment, only a devastated ruin remained, along with two men standing at the pinnacle.
Kizaru dissipated the Ama no Murakumo, lazily sticking his hands back into the pockets of his yellow-and-white striped suit pants.
He tilted his head somewhat helplessly, looking at the silent Kuma in front of him, and let out a long sigh:
"Hey, hey..."
"The orders we received from our superiors weren't to let this group of brats run away safely."
Kizaru pursed his lips, his tone carrying a bit of mockery:
"Kuma, if you mess around like this... it will be very hard for me to explain to Fleet Admiral Sengoku when I go back~"
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