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Chapter 730: Supreme Great Quick Blade, Yokai Blade 'Luogui'
Chapter 730: Supreme Great Quick Blade, Yokai Blade 'Luogui'
Kuro's gaze pierced Chuan Zang like a blade, igniting deep humiliation. Clenching his teeth, Chuan Zang's bark-like face contorted further.
"Impossible! How can you be this strong?!"
Golden Lion's Haki prowess barely outmatched his own, and physical fortitude mattered little against swordsmen. Yet why couldn't he overcome this opponent?
"Come on!!"
Chuan Zang unsheathed another blade, its edge glowing like pure moonlight. Streetlights reflected off the Supreme Great Quick Blade, yet its icy luster remained undiminished.
"Fine Quick Blade Godai 'Spring Moon'!"
His voice roared: "This blade's greatest wielder was Wano Country's swordsman 'Tsunekazu the Swordman' Maeda Mitsuyo—a disciple whose fame rivals even 'dragon-slaying swordsman' Ryuma's! Witness this swordsman's might!"
This was his first blade!
Though crafted as a Gojūsan Kuni no Tachi, its sharpness rivaled the Great Quick Blade Twenty-one's 'Second Generation Wado Ichimonji'. Years of hardship secured it, and Maeda Mitsuyo's swordsmanship became the cornerstone of Chuan Zang's reputation.
His right hand yanked the hilt backward, then he lunged.
"A thrust? Too shallow!" Kuro scoffed.
Chuan Zang's blade shot forward. As he closed on Kuro, the thrust suddenly twisted into a vicious downward cut—the icy edge arcing toward Kuro's waist from an oblique angle.
"Cutting through the uncuttable—Kesagetsu!!" Chuan Zang's explosive cry shook the air.
None had evaded this devious slash. With this blade's sharpness, Maeda Mitsuyo's swordsmanship, and his hardened Haki, he could cleave anything!
Just one strike would do it!
Chuan Zang's face contorted grotesquely as he pulled upward. One slash, and he'd slice through this Navy brat, claiming his blade and techniques!
Clang!
A Black Blade—Autumn Water—intercepted the seemingly unstoppable cut. Sparks erupted as steel met steel.
"Blocked... it's actually blocked!" Chuan Zang's eyes widened, stunned.
"Decent effort. Pity it's wasted."
Crunch!
Kuro's boot lashed out like a blade, striking Chuan Zang's gut. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing into a nearby building's wall, leaving a deep crater.
The blade slipped from his grasp, spinning midair before planting itself into the stone ground—half its length buried, the exposed section shimmering.
Kuro flicked his fingers. Spring Moon quivered, then soared from the earth to hover around him.
The silver hilt and guard gleamed like moonlight. The blade's fuller occupied a third of its length, the cutting edge half the total—radiating cold, pristine light.
"Truly sharp. A fine blade", Kuro praised.
One of the eighty-three renowned Yakiba blades, famed as 'Yakiba' for their unmatched edge. Though countless blades bore the 'Famous Blade' title, only eighty-three held this distinction.
The world was vast, but the eighty-three remained eternal.
"Ask how they rank? Who knows? Just reap the rewards."
Cough, cough!
Chuan Zang staggered from the wall's crater, blood spilling from his lips. His frame trembled like a sapling in storm, yet his expression twisted further.
"Impossible! I've gathered so many Famous Blades, mastered countless swordsmen's techniques! How can I lose to you?!"
Yet his skills felt powerless now. And he still had more blades—
But none would threaten this man.
Unless...
"You still don't understand."
Kuro lit a cigar, smoke curling upward. "Swordsmanship isn't mere combat tricks. Each swordsman's techniques stem from their soul, their cultivation. Mindlessly copying moves? Pointless."
"Mind, body, and technique—three as one. Relying solely on skill makes you no better than a machine. You've grasped so many swordsmen's legacies, yet reduced them to copy-paste garbage. A waste."
He sheathed Autumn Water, then grasped Spring Moon. "Let me teach you how a blade should be wielded."
Whoosh!
Kuro vanished, reappearing as a phantom behind Chuan Zang. Spring Moon flashed downward—a crescent moon's descent—leaving a white streak.
Shriek!
Blood erupted like a crimson geyser from Chuan Zang's left shoulder.
He blinked, glancing at the gaping wound. Blood spewed from the severed joint.
"Gaaaahhhhh!!!"
Agony finally struck. He clutched his shoulder, howling.
"Don't waste these Famous Blades. Don't sully those legendary warriors' names. Donate them to my collection instead."
Kuro's fingers twitched. All blades clinging to Chuan Zang's body and waist soared skyward.
"My blades!!"
Pain forgotten, Chuan Zang lunged, seizing one Famous Blade midair before retreating.
The remaining blades ascended, vanishing into the horizon.
"Clutching a broken blade? Pointless." Kuro scoffed. "Could've grabbed a better one."
The blade Chuan Zang gripped was rusted—a tarnished bronze hilt and guard, its scabbard tattered like makeshift wood.
Yet its length drew attention. A great katana nearly matching his two-and-a-half-meter frame—slender, not thick.
"Hmph, hahaha..." Chuan Zang chuckled lowly. "I never wanted this blade. Even now, I can't control it. But to defeat you... I must use it."
He lifted his head, eyes gleaming crimson.
"Why do you think I'm so gaunt? My strength and Haki are ample. Why this frailty?"
He stomped the scabbard, gripping the hilt with one hand, feet braced.
Crack!
The blade slid free—jagged, rusted, ancient.
Yet the moment it emerged, Kuro sensed bloodlust. Not from lingering blood, but an aura—Killing Intent itself.
Clang!
The scabbard flew aside. Chuan Zang fully unsheathed the blade.
A long, broken katana—its edge pitted, body rusted. Yet the moment it emerged, all Navy personnel save Kuro shivered, chilled to their bones.
"Blood... so much blood!" a Navy cried.
From the blade, blood seemed to seep endlessly.
Kuro narrowed his eyes. "Unbelievable..."
"Feel it yet, swordsman? This blade feeds on blood. Its hunger's endless. When my physical strength wasn't enough, it devoured my vitality. This frailty? The blade's gift. In return... I gained strength!"
Chuan Zang's crimson eyes swallowed his entire gaze, hair whitening rapidly from tips to roots.
"This blade has no master. All who touch it become puppets, enslaved until their hunger's sated through endless slaughter!"
His voice deepened, rasping like a beast:
"One of the Supreme Great Quick Blades—Yokai Blade 'Luogui'! Taste the carnage, Navy!!"
Hair now bone-white, eyes fully crimson.
Roar!
A bestial howl shook the air. Crimson mist swirled around him.
Kuro's eyes narrowed. "Killing Intent materialized..."
(End of Chapter)
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