Chapter 1228: You're Serious?!
Chapter 1228: You're Serious?!
Almost simultaneously, the battle on the island beneath Wano Country erupted into fierce combat.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Hiss!!
Donald and Yin Lawa clashed in a relentless dance—every punch Yin landed was met with a spear thrust from Donald. Though close-quarters combat with fists held an advantage over a long spear, Donald hailed from Flower Country, a land renowned for martial prowess. His Human Martial Spear, adorned with a chain, forced Yin Lawa back on multiple occasions.
Boom!
The clash of spear blade and fist sent shockwaves rippling through the air, their bodies recoiling simultaneously as their residual energy carved furrows into the ground.
Yin Lawa raised his hand, inspecting the blood oozing from his knuckles. His entire body bore countless wounds—some from slashes, others from deep gashes. The worst injury was a gaping hole in his shoulder.
Donald, meanwhile, twirled his chain-wrapped spear with a flourish, his body encased in a flowing aura of white energy resembling a feathered cloak. Not a single wound marred his form.
After all this time… not a scratch.
Yin Lawa muttered, “Is it because of that bewildering white energy?”
“Precisely,” Donald admitted without hesitation. “Kasvice Admiral’s power is indiscriminate. I, too, have the fortune to bask in it. Do you think you’re fighting me alone? No—you’re battling me alongside three thousand others sharing this damage!”
He gestured, and the swirling white energy intensified, its radius shrinking. The six thousand pirates were being dismantled, one by one.
Yin Lawa pressed his lips, glaring at the radiant energy. “Why…?”
He lunged forward, his body low and swift like a hunting panther, fists blazing with Unified Haki like a whirlwind.
“Spiral Fang Bullet!!”
A punch laced with spiraling force slammed into Donald’s abdomen.
As the “Fierce Fist,” Yin Lawa’s technique wasn’t mere instinct—it was a hard-earned skill. This blow, honed through countless battles, concentrated raw power into a single point, capable of shattering anything.
Boom!!
The thunderous impact reverberated, but the punch merely pushed Donald backward. The fist froze against his stomach, unable to penetrate further. The white energy entangled it, halting its advance. Donald remained unscathed.
Yin Lawa’s eyes dimmed.
“Why?! You’re just a bunch of World Government lapdogs!” he spat, voice venomous.
Donald placed a hand on Yin Lawa’s wrist, his tone calm. “The pain in your abdomen—the sharp, disorienting agony—it’s shared by all three thousand of us. My suffering is their suffering. Your punch is formidable… but.”
Crack!
He gripped the wrist with crushing force, hurling Yin Lawa skyward. Snatching his spear, he gripped it with both hands, one forward and one back.
“Star Cluster Barrage!!”
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The spear became a constellation of stars, piercing Yin Lawa’s body like bullets. Each Haki-infused strike sent him reeling like a torn ragdoll.
Boom!
A final thrust unleashed a massive shockwave, sending Yin Lawa hurtling through the air before crashing to the ground in a bloodied heap.
Donald yanked his spear backward, the blade upright beside his leg, flinging off blood as he glanced at his foe. “Your strength isn’t bad… but that so-called Ideal Village can’t rival our Justice.”
He turned to leave.
“Wait a damn minute!!”
Yin Lawa’s roar erupted as Donald pivoted. The man staggered upright, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. In his blood-soaked hands, he clutched something tightly.
Through the crimson, Donald spotted a pair of headphones—once worn on Yin Lawa’s head. His brow furrowed. Even wounded, this man protected his headphones?
“Hmph.”
Yin Lawa exhaled heavily, trembling hands lifting the headphones to his head. He adjusted them carefully, locking eyes with Donald. “Ideal Village… will never falter. Don’t you dare insult our Ideal Village!”
“You keep shouting ‘Ideal Village’—what even is it?” Donald demanded.
“Ideal Village…” Yin Lawa’s bloodied, grotesque face twisted into an uncharacteristically bright smile. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s our happiness—our ultimate dream.”
——
“Still standing?”
In Wano Country, Jin stared at Zang Jing, who clutched something tightly even as his body smoldered. The man trembled, revealing a pair of intact headphones in his arms.
Jin raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got willpower, I’ll admit. Are those headphones really that important? What’s your ambition?”
Zang Jing scoffed. “You, a pirate who surrendered to the Navy—what do you know? These headphones… this dream… are worth more than my life!”
He placed the headphones reverently on his head, stomped his foot to steady himself, and gripped his dual blades. “My ambition? Maybe defeating Hawk-Eye. But my dream? Accomplishing Ideal Village! Wano Country is the dream’s chosen birthplace, selected by the Red Officer and Constance Officer. I’ll see this goal through—even if it kills me!”
“Ideal Village…” Jin narrowed his eyes. “What exactly is it?”
“That’s no mere ‘thing’!” Zang Jing roared. “It’s the most sacred ideal! In Ideal Village, everyone lives in happiness, free from conflict, free to pursue their own desires!”
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“No matter your status—civilian, nobility, even slaves—everyone can fulfill their dreams there!” Yin Lawa clenched his fist at Donald. “Even a stray dog like me, feared across the Grand Line, can find peace and happiness!”
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“The Farming Region was actually quite good,” Shanks mused from Impel Down’s sixth level. “People truly found happiness there—regardless of whether they were enemies, Navy, pirates, Kingdom Army, Revolutionaries, Fishmen, Longarm Tribe, or Long Leg Tribe…”
“Hmph.” Kuro inhaled sharply, nearly devouring his cigar. He spat out smoke, stunned. “You’re actually serious?!”
(End of Chapter)
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