Chapter 701
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Okay, let's tackle this chapter. First, I need to go through the text carefully, making sure to apply all the directives provided. The chapter starts with the title "Chapter 701: Then I'll Leave?" which is straightforward. The main action involves Klah and Mojas battling each other while Donald and Bexi are fighting elsewhere.
Looking at the character names, Donald, Bexi, Klah, Mojas, and Sazil are already in the metadata with correct pronouns. Need to ensure their names are capitalized and used with the right pronouns.
The first sentence after the title mentions the battle between Klah and Mojas starting as soon as Donald and Bexi's fight begins. The original uses "burly" and "gruesome" for Mojas's transformation. I should keep those adjectives as they are, part of the existing glossary terms.
Next, the action moves to Mojas swinging his huge cleaver. The term "Shave" is a technique name, so it's already translated. Klah's Wolf Claw move creates a "wisp circle", which I should keep as "a wisp circle" to match the glossary.
When Klah uses "Calm Step", the slashes are described as "blue slash" and "impact." Need to ensure "Calm Step" is preserved. Mojas's dialogue uses "malevolent grin" and "attack", which are part of the glossary terms.
Chapter 701: Then I'll Leave?
The moment Donald and Bexi clashed, Klah and Mojas became locked in their own battle.
Mojas swung his massive cleaver, his already burly frame made even more grotesque in his beastman form. The monstrous blade sliced horizontally toward Klah, its arc whooshing with howling wind.
"Shave!"
Klah’s foot flicked off the ground. As Mojas swung, his figure vanished, tracing a wisp-like circle around his foe before reappearing behind him. His Wolf Claw lashed out, raking Mojas’s back.
Hiss!
Sparks flew as Mojas’s scales cracked, leaving fresh gashes.
Hu!
Mojas spun, cleaver flashing backward.
Klah ducked low, evading the furious strike. The blade’s force stirred his wolf-pelt mane, sending tufts of fur spiraling.
The cleaver halted mid-swing. Mojas’s wrists twisted, redirecting the blade downward.
Klah’s legs coiled, then sprang like a compressed spring, propelling him backward just as the earth-shaking blow slammed where he’d stood.
"Calm Step!"
As he launched backward, Klah’s legs slashed out a flurry of blue crescents, clanging against Mojas’s hide like hammering bells.
"You call that an attack?!"
Mojas bared a malevolent grin. "This is it? Doesn’t even tickle!"
Calm Step’s slashes could cleave steel, yet Mojas’s scales only bore white scratches. Even Haki-enhanced strikes barely chipped them. His defense force was absurd.
Klah crouched, fingers splayed. Razor-sharp claws bore a Cold Gleam, menace radiating from their edges.
"Then watch closely—whether this one sticks!"
Swish!
He launched like a shadow, a black blur rocketing toward Mojas.
"Superspeed Shave!"
As Klah closed in, Mojas flashed a sly smirk, gripping his cleaver two-handed. The blade roared downward in a cleaving explosion.
The wind screamed, the blade’s force nearly condensing into a visible shockwave. The sheer power seemed to tear the air itself.
At the last instant, Klah’s blur veered upward, refracting like light off a mirror. He vaulted onto Mojas’s head, arms crossed, wolf-eyes glacial.
"Canine Storm!"
His airborne form became a black wisp again, carving an X-shaped mark over Mojas’s crown.
This strike carried Haki!
Klah’s raw strength lagged behind Mojas’s—especially in this half-beast form, where his power was dulled further. Mojas was a titan of defense and brute force. Clashing head-on was suicide.
But Mojas’s speed couldn’t match his. Though his Observation Haki let him react swiftly, fatigue would creep in over time. As long as Klah maintained his velocity, Mojas couldn’t touch him.
One of Mojas’s missed strikes meant little. But if Klah erred once, even Haki couldn’t save him from grievous wounds.
He’d follow the Kuro clan’s tradition—speed was their heritage.
Klah embraced it fully.
In this moment, he felt faster than Kuro, faster than Admiral Lucius Kro. The fastest man alive.
Haki-infused slashes carved an X on Mojas’s scalp—not deep, but oozing blood.
Klah flashed past, landing behind him. Without turning, he pivoted sideways, evading the crater-forming cleaver blow that slammed where he’d stood.
Mojas whirled, cleaver hissing. Missing again, his face darkened. "You dodge like a mouse!"
He raised a clawed hand to his bleeding scalp, scales smudged crimson. "Clever—you drew blood. But this is nothing! Get hit once, and you’re finished!"
His defense shrugged off ordinary Haki. A shallow cut meant nothing—like nicking skin with a butter knife.
Klah smirked, crouching mid-leap, tasting his foe’s blood.
"Is that so? For you, that ‘once’ will never come."
He raised his tongue to his lips—
"Klah, Mr.!" A sudden voice cut in.
From Mojas’s flank, Sazil sprinted forward, fist tightening. Still meters away, he launched a strike.
"Nailsfist Technique – Straight Nail!"
A pillar of air erupted from his fist, thick as a forearm, barreling toward Mojas’s chest.
And then—
Nothing.
Mojas glanced at his chest, then at Sazil, blinking in confusion.
What was that? A punch from that distance?
Sazil twitched, bowing hastily. "Apologies! Continue your fight—I’ll relocate!"
"Pesky fly!"
Hu!
Mojas cleaved downward, blade howling.
Sazil’s scalp prickled as death’s shadow split his vision. The cleaver’s edge grazed his side, a hair’s breadth from bisecting him, before slamming earthward. The shockwave hurled him backward, sprinting faster than ever.
Cold sweat drenched him. This wasn’t right!
Klah danced around Mojas like a wooden dummy, making him seem sluggish. Yet Sazil had nearly died!
That cleaver’s speed could’ve split him in two.
Mojas was slow? Only relative to Klah.
But even "slow" for Mojas was a hurricane.
"Stop meddling! You’re not ready for this fight!" Klah glared at Sazil.
"Then I’ll leave?" Sazil asked.
The technique "Superspeed Shave!" is already translated. Mojas's counter with "Explosion" is part of the existing terms. The phrase "wind sound like cranes crying" becomes "wind howled like a shrieking crane" for a more natural English idiom.
When Klah uses "Canine Storm!" and creates an "X" shape, the terms are preserved. The mention of Haki and strength comparisons needs careful handling. The term "Observation Haki" is from the glossary and must stay.
Sazil's entrance with "Nailsfist technique·Straight Nail!" is a glossary term. The effect of the attack is described as "air current" which is converted to metric units if needed, but since it's part of the technique name, it stays.
Chapter 701: Then I'll Leave?
The moment Donald and Bexi clashed, Klah and Mojas became locked in their own battle.
Mojas swung his massive cleaver, his already burly frame made even more grotesque in his beastman form. The monstrous blade sliced horizontally toward Klah, its arc whooshing with howling wind.
"Shave!"
Klah’s foot flicked off the ground. As Mojas swung, his figure vanished, tracing a wisp-like circle around his foe before reappearing behind him. His Wolf Claw lashed out, raking Mojas’s back.
Hiss!
Sparks flew as Mojas’s scales cracked, leaving fresh gashes.
Hu!
Mojas spun, cleaver flashing backward.
Klah ducked low, evading the furious strike. The blade’s force stirred his wolf-pelt mane, sending tufts of fur spiraling.
The cleaver halted mid-swing. Mojas’s wrists twisted, redirecting the blade downward.
Klah’s legs coiled, then sprang like a compressed spring, propelling him backward just as the earth-shaking blow slammed where he’d stood.
"Calm Step!"
As he launched backward, Klah’s legs slashed out a flurry of blue crescents, clanging against Mojas’s hide like hammering bells.
"You call that an attack?!"
Mojas bared a malevolent grin. "This is it? Doesn’t even tickle!"
Calm Step’s slashes could cleave steel, yet Mojas’s scales only bore white scratches. Even Haki-enhanced strikes barely chipped them. His defense was absurd.
Klah crouched, fingers splayed. Razor-sharp claws gleamed with cold menace.
"Then watch closely—whether this one sticks!"
Swish!
He launched like a shadow, a black blur rocketing toward Mojas.
"Superspeed Shave!"
As Klah closed in, Mojas flashed a sly smirk, gripping his cleaver two-handed. The blade roared downward in a cleaving explosion.
The wind screamed, the blade’s force nearly condensing into a visible shockwave. The sheer power seemed to tear the air itself.
At the last instant, Klah’s blur veered upward, refracting like light off a mirror. He vaulted onto Mojas’s head, arms crossed, wolf-eyes glacial.
"Canine Storm!"
His airborne form became a black wisp again, carving an X-shaped mark over Mojas’s crown.
This strike carried Haki!
Klah’s raw strength lagged behind Mojas’s—especially in this half-beast form, where his power was dulled further. Mojas was a titan of defense and brute force. Clashing head-on was suicide.
But Mojas’s speed couldn’t match his. Though his Observation Haki let him react swiftly, fatigue would creep in over time. As long as Klah maintained his velocity, Mojas couldn’t touch him.
One of Mojas’s missed strikes meant little. But if Klah erred once, even Haki couldn’t save him from grievous wounds.
He’d follow the Kuro clan’s tradition—speed was their heritage.
Klah embraced it fully.
In this moment, he felt faster than Kuro, faster than Admiral Lucius Kro. The fastest man alive.
Haki-infused slashes carved an X on Mojas’s scalp—not deep, but oozing blood.
Klah flashed past, landing behind him. Without turning, he pivoted sideways, evading the crater-forming cleaver blow that slammed where he’d stood.
Mojas whirled, cleaver hissing. Missing again, his face darkened. "You dodge like a mouse!"
He raised a clawed hand to his bleeding scalp, scales smudged crimson. "Clever—you drew blood. But this is nothing! Get hit once, and you’re finished!"
His defense shrugged off ordinary Haki. A shallow cut meant nothing—like nicking skin with a butter knife.
Klah smirked, crouching mid-leap, tasting his foe’s blood.
"Is that so? For you, that ‘once’ will never come."
He raised his tongue to his lips—
"Klah, Mr.!" A sudden voice cut in.
From Mojas’s flank, Sazil sprinted forward, fist tightening. Still meters away, he launched a strike.
"Nailsfist Technique – Straight Nail!"
A pillar of air erupted from his fist, thick as a forearm, barreling toward Mojas’s chest.
And then—
Nothing.
Mojas glanced at his chest, then at Sazil, blinking in confusion.
What was that? A punch from that distance?
Sazil twitched, bowing hastily. "Apologies! Continue your fight—I’ll relocate!"
"Pesky fly!"
Hu!
Mojas cleaved downward, blade howling.
Sazil’s scalp prickled as death’s shadow split his vision. The cleaver’s edge grazed his side, a hair’s breadth from bisecting him, before slamming earthward. The shockwave hurled him backward, sprinting faster than ever.
Cold sweat drenched him. This wasn’t right!
Klah danced around Mojas like a wooden dummy, making him seem sluggish. Yet Sazil had nearly died!
That cleaver’s speed could’ve split him in two.
Mojas was slow? Only relative to Klah.
But even "slow" for Mojas was a hurricane.
"Stop meddling! You’re not ready for this fight!" Klah glared at Sazil.
"Then I’ll leave?" Sazil asked.
The final exchange between Klah and Sazil ends with the title's question, "Then I'll leave?" which is appropriately translated.
Throughout, I need to ensure that all glossary terms are kept exactly as provided, and the surrounding text is translated into fluent, engaging English. Also, check for any units of measurement conversion, but in this chapter, there don't seem to be any.
Make sure to reorder any name-title structures, like "Klahmr." if necessary, but since "Klah" is a name and "Mr." is a title, it might not need reordering. However, in the text, it's written as "Klahmr.", which might be a typo. If the glossary includes "Mr." as part of the title, it should stay.
Finally, ensure the chapter ends with "" as per directive 8.
Double-check all character pronouns, preserve glossary terms, and ensure the translated text flows naturally without any leftover Chinese or Pinyin unless specified. Also, verify that any idiomatic expressions are appropriately adapted for clarity and engagement.
Chapter 701: Then I'll Leave?
The moment Donald and Bexi clashed, Klah and Mojas became locked in their own battle.
Mojas swung his massive cleaver, his already burly frame made even more grotesque in his beastman form. The monstrous blade sliced horizontally toward Klah, its arc whooshing with howling wind.
"Shave!"
Klah’s foot flicked off the ground. As Mojas swung, his figure vanished, tracing a wisp-like circle around his foe before reappearing behind him. His Wolf Claw lashed out, raking Mojas’s back.
Hiss!
Sparks flew as Mojas’s scales cracked, leaving fresh gashes.
Hu!
Mojas spun, cleaver flashing backward.
Klah ducked low, evading the furious strike. The blade’s force stirred his wolf-pelt mane, sending tufts of fur spiraling.
The cleaver halted mid-swing. Mojas’s wrists twisted, redirecting the blade downward.
Klah’s legs coiled, then sprang like a compressed spring, propelling him backward just as the earth-shaking blow slammed where he’d stood.
"Calm Step!"
As he launched backward, Klah’s legs slashed out a flurry of blue crescents, clanging against Mojas’s hide like hammering bells.
"You call that an attack?!"
Mojas bared a malevolent grin. "This is it? Doesn’t even tickle!"
Calm Step’s slashes could cleave steel, yet Mojas’s scales only bore white scratches. Even Haki-enhanced strikes barely chipped them. His defense was absurd.
Klah crouched, fingers splayed. Razor-sharp claws gleamed with cold menace.
"Then watch closely—whether this one sticks!"
Swish!
He launched like a shadow, a black blur rocketing toward Mojas.
"Superspeed Shave!"
As Klah closed in, Mojas flashed a sly smirk, gripping his cleaver two-handed. The blade roared downward in a cleaving explosion.
The wind screamed, the blade’s force nearly condensing into a visible shockwave. The sheer power seemed to tear the air itself.
At the last instant, Klah’s blur veered upward, refracting like light off a mirror. He vaulted onto Mojas’s head, arms crossed, wolf-eyes glacial.
"Canine Storm!"
His airborne form became a black wisp again, carving an X-shaped mark over Mojas’s crown.
This strike carried Haki!
Klah’s raw strength lagged behind Mojas’s—especially in this half-beast form, where his power was dulled further. Mojas was a titan of defense and brute force. Clashing head-on was suicide.
But Mojas’s speed couldn’t match his. Though his Observation Haki let him react swiftly, fatigue would creep in over time. As long as Klah maintained his velocity, Mojas couldn’t touch him.
One of Mojas’s missed strikes meant little. But if Klah erred once, even Haki couldn’t save him from grievous wounds.
He’d follow the Kuro clan’s tradition—speed was their heritage.
Klah embraced it fully.
In this moment, he felt faster than Kuro, faster than Admiral Lucius Kro. The fastest man alive.
Haki-infused slashes carved an X on Mojas’s scalp—not deep, but oozing blood.
Klah flashed past, landing behind him. Without turning, he pivoted sideways, evading the crater-forming cleaver blow that slammed where he’d stood.
Mojas whirled, cleaver hissing. Missing again, his face darkened. "You dodge like a mouse!"
He raised a clawed hand to his bleeding scalp, scales smudged crimson. "Clever—you drew blood. But this is nothing! Get hit once, and you’re finished!"
His defense shrugged off ordinary Haki. A shallow cut meant nothing—like nicking skin with a butter knife.
Klah smirked, crouching mid-leap, tasting his foe’s blood.
"Is that so? For you, that ‘once’ will never come."
He raised his tongue to his lips—
"Klah, Mr.!" A sudden voice cut in.
From Mojas’s flank, Sazil sprinted forward, fist tightening. Still meters away, he launched a strike.
"Nailsfist Technique – Straight Nail!"
A pillar of air erupted from his fist, thick as a forearm, barreling toward Mojas’s chest.
And then—
Nothing.
Mojas glanced at his chest, then at Sazil, blinking in confusion.
What was that? A punch from that distance?
Sazil twitched, bowing hastily. "Apologies! Continue your fight—I’ll relocate!"
"Pesky fly!"
Hu!
Mojas cleaved downward, blade howling.
Sazil’s scalp prickled as death’s shadow split his vision. The cleaver’s edge grazed his side, a hair’s breadth from bisecting him, before slamming earthward. The shockwave hurled him backward, sprinting faster than ever.
Cold sweat drenched him. This wasn’t right!
Klah danced around Mojas like a wooden dummy, making him seem sluggish. Yet Sazil had nearly died!
That cleaver’s speed could’ve split him in two.
Mojas was slow? Only relative to Klah.
But even "slow" for Mojas was a hurricane.
"Stop meddling! You’re not ready for this fight!" Klah glared at Sazil.
"Then I’ll leave?" Sazil asked.
(End of Chapter)(End of Chapter)
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