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Chapter 348: A Type I'm Not Good at Handling
Chapter 348: A Type I'm Not Good at Handling
"Indeed."
Despite his severe blood loss, Shanks' gaze remained sharp and focused, showing no signs of weakness beyond the initial reaction to the blow he had received.
His eyes narrowed, glinting with a keen edge.
"Impressive!"
Zzzz!
The red lightning arcing along the blade intensified, overwhelming the aura that Sage had projected.
Bang, bang, bang!
Just then, several more gunshots rang out.
Sage's cloak fluttered, once again summoning thunder and wind to shield him from the incoming bullets. However, the clash of auras caused the wind and thunder to weaken slightly.
"Hah!"
Beckman reversed his grip on the gun, using it like a club as he infused it with his aura and charged into the maelstrom of wind and thunder. He aimed a blow straight at Sage's forehead.
On the other side, Laachi's bulky frame punched through the weakened wind and thunder, launching an attack from another direction.
Not far away, Jesus aimed and locked on, his bullet seeking out a fatal spot—a spot Sage would never be able to defend against—and fired directly at his forehead.
"You lose!"
Beckman roared as the gun stock was about to collide with Sage's head.
His eyes still held a look of intense shock.
It was the first time he had ever seen such a fighting style.
This went beyond merely trading injuries; it was a fight without inhibition, as if the fighter didn't care about his own body at all.
When auras clashed, the resulting shockwaves would push anyone back, causing them to avoid the initial impact and wait for the aftermath to subside before attacking again.
But Sage had charged right in, unconcerned about his own safety. This style had given him the advantage and allowed him to strike Shanks.
However,
That was it!
They could all see that Sage's aura was at its limit. If the aerial battle continued in the same manner, it might be a long time before a winner emerged.
But his arrogance in intruding alone into their ship also sealed his fate.
Sage's aura was focused on resisting Shanks' attacks, and he had no energy left to defend against the others!
"Why should I defend?"
Sage suddenly twisted his head, as if seeing through Beckman's thoughts. He bared his chillingly white teeth and, his legs surrounded by wind and thunder, moved with lightning speed, his kick as swift and deadly as a sword.
This attack—
Beckman's eyes flashed with a red light as he consciously tried to sidestep the swift kick. Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over him, blocking his entire body.
It was a foot, suddenly enlarged countless times, bigger than any human's!
Boom!
The oversized strike, delivered with teleportation-like speed, was impossible to avoid, even if one saw it coming.
Beckman was struck squarely by the foot, and despite the absence of an aura, the sheer force behind it was irresistible. He was kicked and sent flying.
In the next instant, the massive foot returned to its normal size, and Sage's upper body sank as he slipped past the punch thrown by Laachi, his shoulder pressing against the bulky man's chest.
Boom!
Laachi was sent flying like a rubber ball, the force of Sage's movement too great to withstand.
As Sage's shoulder made contact, the kicking foot, now returned to its original size, didn't retract but instead hovered in the air. Sage's body, surrounded by swirling smoke, leaped into the air, and his other hand reached back, transforming into a hand blade that sliced through the incoming bullets.
Sssss!
In that brief moment of contact, the bullets, imbued with a powerful aura, tore through Sage's palm. But just as they ripped halfway through, Sage's hand rotated swiftly, generating a strange gentle force that quickly dissipated the bullets' inertia and momentum, allowing him to grab them in his bloody hand.
Northern Dipper Soft Fist!
Boom!
As soon as the bullets entered his hand, Sage's thumb pressed down, and with a force greater than the gun's firing power, he reflected the bullets back at their source.
Jesus' pupils contracted, and he subconsciously turned his head. The braids on one side of his head were blown apart, and a bloody gash appeared on his cheek!
Sage had countered their attacks in the blink of an eye. In that moment, his body hung in the air, his fist still sliding along the blade, bringing him closer to Red Hair.
And just at that moment, a clash of Haki sent the blade that had been pressing down on him flying, and a bolt of red lightning flashed out, slicing diagonally across Sage's chest.
Sage's Haki had been broken!
Tss! !
"Ugh!"
Sage's eyes were completely engulfed in a scarlet glow as he slid down the blade, his head butting against Red Hair's forehead with tremendous force, sending him stumbling back several steps.
Ignoring the fresh wound on his forehead, Sage twisted the descending blade and slashed upward, only to cut through the air as the red lightning enveloped him.
Boom, boom, boom!
In an instant, Sage's feet created smoke rings that propelled him high into the sky, where he was caught by the surging black clouds.
Although the clouds granted him the ability to fly, his own Moonwalk was faster, especially in his current posture!
"Boss!"
"Chief!"
"Shanks!"
Only then did the crew cry out in alarm and rush over.
Shanks, who had been backing away, stopped and waved his hand. "I'm fine."
"That guy's body techniques..."
Beckman rushed over from the back of the ship, his face grim.
Although he hadn't dodged the previous attack, he had managed to defend himself with his Haki and avoided any serious injury.
But that wasn't the main issue; it was the calamitous power that concerned him.
What was that all about?
He wasn't like Whitebeard, a Gura Gura no Mi user whose entire body could transform into an attack.
Nor was he the type whose body could become blades.
He was simply a master of body techniques, but even that was an understatement!
The lightning-fast reflexes and combat skills he displayed, utilizing every part of his body, indicated that his mastery of body techniques had transcended the realm of mere skill and strength.
"His body techniques are incredibly powerful!"
Shanks nodded gravely, and everyone looked up.
If he hadn't used his Haki to block part of the attack, he would have been seriously injured!
But that one blow had also...
As Shanks raised his head, his eyes narrowed in disbelief.
The expressions of those around him changed as well.
In the sky above the black clouds, the white-haired figure lowered his head slightly. The hand that had been blown apart by the bullets, now a mess of flesh and blood, and the deep gash across his seven-scarred chest, both emitted a white mist!
"Hey, no way..." Jesus breathed, shocked. "Is this guy a monster?"
Shanks clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow.
In the heat of battle, they hadn't noticed it before, but now it was clear.
The wounds that Sage had sustained when he forcefully charged through the shockwave had already healed without a scar!
And now...
The fiery clouds swirling around the monster's shoulders billowed and pulsed, making the white mist even denser.
The wounds on his hand, which should have been seriously injured, possibly disabling, and the deep gash on his chest, which should have left a permanent scar...
Were healing rapidly!
"Hehehe..."
Sage tilted his head back and threw his arms wide, his laughter echoing through the air.
"Hahahaha!"
With each laugh, his wounds healed faster.
"Whooahahaha!"
Boom!
Black-red lightning bolts seemed to tear through the cloud layer, flashing in the air and filling the already gloomy space with a terrifying black-red light.
Illuminating the figure's wild, unrestrained laughter and smile.
Shanks sighed softly, shrugged, and flashed the crew a relaxed smile that also carried a hint of worry.
"Looks like he's a type I'm not good at handling."
(End of Chapter)
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