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Chapter 706: The Rain is Also Under My Control
Chapter 706: The Rain is Also Under My Control
Sea water surged like a domed cage, swallowing the mist. Within it, lion heads formed from Sea water roared toward the clouds.
This technique, of course, couldn’t force Logia to reveal a physical form.
Haki could touch Logia because of its unique strength, but Sea water merely drained one’s power—unless Logia actively took human form.
Still, this was never Kuro’s true combat tactic.
“Cloud Fist!!”
As the Sea water lion heads approached, the mist suddenly erupted with massive white cloud fists, hammering the sea water and dispersing it.
The mist condensed into Smiths’ half-formed body. Clenching his fists, he glared at Kuro with a malevolent grin: “You think this can stop an old man like me? Are you mocking me?!”
He thrust his hands forward. Thick clouds surged with Haki-charged fists, blasting upward.
With a thunderous Boom, the Sea water barrier’s ceiling shattered, erupting into cascading geysers.
Using the extended clouds as leverage, Smiths’ body reformed outside the barrier. His upper half solidified, while his lower half became a swirling white cloud. From it, countless white cloud fists erupted, smashing the fractured Sea water barrier.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
The Sea water tide splattered, its walls crumbling into raindrops pelting the ground.
“Lightning!”
Smiths roared. The white cloud beneath him darkened, morphing into a storm cloud that obscured the land.
Boom!
The cloud flashed with electric sparks, unleashing a blinding deluge of lightning that engulfed the island, illuminating the shadowed land in blinding brilliance.
“Lightning?!”
Lida’s voice cracked with shock. “Kuro, finish it now!”
“Shinmeiryu Style Mystic Art.”
Kuro’s face grew grave. He held his blade horizontally, flicked two fingers along its edge, then swung it fiercely forward.
“Black Tortoise!”
A tortoise shell encasing a colossal serpent enveloped the land.
Boom!
Boom!! Boom!!
The lightning struck the tortoise shell, exploding into harmless sparks. But each impact sent violent shockwaves rippling through the shield. Gradually, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.
“You can’t hold out forever!”
The storm cloud split open, revealing Smiths’ torso. He grinned down maliciously. “The natural phenomenon an old man creates can last indefinitely!”
Clouds, after all, were the source of all weather—tsunami, tornado, storm, or thunder.
Why was “Whitebeard” Smiths’ bounty so high? Because his strength let him command the heavens!
“All Phenomena of Heaven and Earth—mine to command!” Smiths laughed wildly.
“Too arrogant?”
Kuro’s icy gaze locked on the sky. As he lifted his head, the serpent within the tortoise shell reared up, its Snake Eyes glaring at Smiths.
At that gaze, Smiths stiffened, his laughter dying. Even the descending lightning faltered for an instant.
In that moment, the tortoise shell over the island dissolved. Kuro vanished, flashing through the air in a series of afterimages, instantly appearing beside Smiths. Autumn Water vanished into its sheath, then unsheathed with a crackling golden arc of electricity. The blade split into three black-gold streaks, cutting off Smiths’ escape.
“Swallow Return!”
Hssss!
The blade carved through, spraying blood into the air.
Smiths plummeted. The storm cloud dispersed, and an arm fell with it.
Thud!
Smiths landed, knees shaking but upright. Clutching his severed left arm, his shoulder gaped open—a wound nearly slicing off his arm. A deep gash marred his right ribs.
“The final moment—he dodged? Not bad for an old man,” Kuro scoffed, Autumn Water dripping crimson as he looked down.
Rain drizzled from the sky, washing over Smiths, mixing blood into a swirling crimson puddle at his feet—only to be diluted by the downpour.
“Heh…ha…”
Smiths gasped for breath, his old body faltering. Unlike youth, every wound now felt heavier.
“That Haki technique and swordsmanship—I won’t fall for the same trap twice!”
He wouldn’t underestimate this Navy officer. But a strong man’s confidence was unshakable—he would win.
If he couldn’t even believe in that, how could he seek revenge on Shanks?
Smiths’ clouds surged anew, crackling with lightning. Howling winds whipped the sea, and the gentle rain morphed into a chaotic storm—thunder, storm, tsunami, tornado! His ultimate technique. None could survive untouched.
The mist binding the land dissipated. He abandoned control of the terrain.
Within this radius, no one in the sea area would live—not even a Float-Float Fruit user!
A terrifying aura radiated from him.
Kuro, in the sky, remained expressionless.
He glanced down. “Abandoning control? Time for your final move… But you’re old, aren’t you? Still haven’t noticed the anomaly.”
Kuro raised his hand and clenched it toward Smiths.
“Rain doesn’t fall from a clear sky. This isn’t just a cloudy day.”
Whoosh!
The chaotic rain abruptly coalesced into Sea water globes, enveloping Smiths before he could fully elementalize.
A smirk curled Kuro’s lips. “The rain… is also under my control.”
Ever since Smiths shattered his Sea water barrier, he’d been setting this up.
Smiths was a cautious old man—suspecting rain would tip him off. But the Sea water barrier obscured his vision. Kuro knew he’d break through, scattering Sea water that naturally became rain. Drenching him in rain from above, layered with relentless attacks, Smiths wouldn’t question it.
It was enough.
Trapped in Sea water, his strength dulled.
“Sea water?! How could… Unforgivable! This petty Sea water won’t stop an old man!”
Smiths muttered, his power surging anew.
Sea water weakened him but couldn’t nullify his abilities.
He wasn’t some rookie helplessly paralyzed by it. A strong man’s resistance was limited, but enough.
Yet Kuro needed only that fleeting weakness.
For a Devil Fruit user, even a moment’s powerlessness was deadly.
Kuro materialized Autumn Water before his chest, pointing it upward. “Mystic Art.”
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Smiths’ body stiffened inside the Sea water globe. Cuts erupted across his skin, spurting blood.
The wounds multiplied, turning the globe into a crimson sphere. Blades sliced flesh, the sound echoing within the thickening blood.
“If you’d just die quietly, you wouldn’t suffer Ten Thousand Cuts,” Kuro said blandly.
(End of Chapter)
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