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Chapter 700: Stubborn Adversary
Chapter 700: Stubborn Adversary
Whoosh!
As Kuro’s eyes flicked sideways, the mist below erupted, condensing into a humanoid Fist cloaked in Haki. It lunged forward with blinding speed, throwing a punch that split the air.
Kuro sidestepped effortlessly, evading the strike.
“Cloud Mist Scatter Shot!”
Smiths bellowed. From the swirling mists around him, a barrage of jet-black Fists erupted, trailing dense vapor like cannonballs as they thundered toward Kuro.
“All physical entities? Is that even possible?”
Kuro furrowed his brow. Autumn Water slashed in arcs, leaving shimmering afterimages. Each swing sparked against the incoming Fists.
Logia couldn’t coat natural constructs with Haki, but these Fists were physical—it explained their power.
His mist connected seamlessly, forming each Fist as a tangible entity. The speed was no joke—this old man’s got skills!
Zzzzt!
As Kuro parried the cloud-Fists, his blade flickered through afterimages, reappearing on Smiths’ flank. The blade arced toward his neck.
Smiths’ pupils constricted. He thrust a hand forward, unleashing a torrent of mist. As Autumn Water sliced into the vapor, Kuro’s expression tightened. He yanked the blade back just as a jet-black arm emerged from the mist. Simultaneously, jagged white spears sprouted like thorns, raining toward Kuro.
“Cloud Shield Spear!”
This move packs a punch!
Kuro tsked, vanishing into another afterimage.
“You want to trap my blade? Got to hand it to you, old fox—you’re sharp!”
Kuro reappeared behind Smiths. He crouched slightly, left hand gripping the scabbard as Autumn Water sheathed itself. His right hand hovered over the hilt.
“Try this—Slash!”
His hand clenched the hilt. Autumn Water unsheathed in a flash, radiating a killing intent that cleaved toward Smiths.
“This is…”
Smiths’ eyes widened. The killing intent froze his body for a split second.
That moment was all Kuro needed.
Pfft!
The black blade sliced horizontally at Smiths’ waist, cleaving him in two.
But in an instant, the severed lower half of Smiths’ body swelled into a cloud of mist. Countless mist-formed fists burst forth, surging toward Kuro to ensnare him.
Kuro grimaced, leaping backward to a higher vantage. He raised a hand, summoning blades and black shards from the heavens. They rained down in an explosive barrage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mist scattered in chaotic bursts, churning up dust clouds. Yet as the debris settled, the mist reformed into Smiths’ humanoid shape.
He touched his waist, withdrawing a smear of blood from his palm. “Impressive—you nearly cut me in half.”
“Cut the crap. That was barely a scratch. You’re quick for an old geezer,” Kuro spat, exhaling a mouthful of smoke as he resumed his stance. “Logia’s a pain.”
Logia’s advantage lay in Momentum Blade techniques. But even now, this old man’s Haki mastery made him nearly untouchable. No matter how Kuro struck, Smiths evaded unless countered directly.
Just now, Kuro’s blade grazed a physical entity, yet Smiths split himself apart in the nick of time.
Tough opponent. This’ll take time.
…
Clang! Clash!
Elsewhere, Donald and Bexi clashed in a brutal melee. Their blades sparked with each collision.
Donald lunged straight, which Bexi blocked with his hand-and-a-half sword. But Donald twisted his cross spear, hooking the blade with the weapon’s crescent guard. Using the leverage, he thrust the spearhead toward Bexi’s face.
Bexi planted his feet, gripping his sword with both hands to deflect upward. With a snarl, he closed the distance and swung his blade down.
Clang!
Donald retracted his spear, raising the shaft to block Bexi’s overhead strike. Both men lashed out with Haki-infused kicks, their soles colliding with a thunderous Boom.
They both grunted in unison.
Smirking, Donald pivoted, his body swaying like a drunkard. Using the foot clash as momentum, he sidestepped, twisting his spear to deflect the sword. The shaft arced toward Bexi’s head.
Bexi ducked. With a sweep of his blade, he slashed at Donald’s lower body.
Donald leapt, halting the spear above Bexi. He released one hand, driving his elbow toward Bexi’s skull.
A wisp of cold light flickered from Bexi’s side.
Donald jerked. The free hand grasped the tilted spear shaft, crossing both arms to block.
Clang!
The hand-and-a-half sword slammed against the shaft. Bexi’s head tilted back, a smirk playing on his lips.
Boom!
Twisting his body mid-air, Bexi drove his sword upward, forcing Donald—who still had no leverage—to recoil.
Donald spun mid-air, releasing his grip.
Krrrsh!
“Human Martial Spear!”
The chain uncoiled from the spear, snapping out like a whip. The cross spear lashed toward Bexi’s face with a whistle.
Pfft!
Bexi jerked his head sideways, but the spear’s crescent hook grazed a shallow cut across his cheek.
Whoosh!
Donald yanked the chain. The spear reeled back, spinning in a full circle overhead before hurling toward Bexi again.
“The same trick won’t work twice!”
Bexi crouched, charging forward. But the spear suddenly widened its arc, ensnaring Bexi’s sword in its chain. As the chain looped the blade, the spearhead rocketed toward Bexi’s skull.
“This guy!”
Gritting his teeth, Bexi yanked his sword backward, wrenching his body to intercept the spear mid-air. The blade cracked against the incoming weapon, deflecting it downward. The spearhead struck the earth with a Crash.
Clank!
As Bexi steadied himself, the chain’s tension yanked his sword. Donald tugged hard, pulling Bexi forward. Seizing the moment, he lunged, delivering a Haki-imbued punch to Bexi’s face.
Bam!
But Bexi released his grip, driving his elbow into Donald’s fist.
Their faces collided with ferocious intent.
Donald retaliated with a brutal knee to Bexi’s gut.
Both men staggered backward, their Haki-boosted strikes landing in tandem.
Bam!
The chain clattered away as they retreated ten meters in unison.
Bexi swayed, regaining balance. He glanced at his dented, shattered armor, spat blood from his lips, and straightened.
Donald raised his arm. The cross spear whirred back, ensnared by its chain, and reappeared in his grip. He planted its tip downward, resting the shaft against his back as he spat blood.
The wind howled from the residual force of their clash, whipping Donald’s hooded cloak and Bexi’s hair.
“Your swordplay’s not bad,” Donald said.
“Your spear technique’s sharp too,” Bexi replied coldly.
(End of Chapter)
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