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Chapter 740: Guantong Without a Palm
Chapter 740: Guantong Without a Palm
Bang!
Midair, Kuro reappeared, slashing forward with a blade. The dark red Yokai Blade was blocked by a fist, repelling a wisp of shockwave.
Giruon deflected the yokai blade with a single punch, then immediately swept a kick upward, but his leg only struck an afterimage. Kuro flickered through the air in rapid succession, leaving trails of afterimages, before reappearing behind Giruon. The yokai blade ignited with golden lightning, sheathing itself before instantly unsheathing.
"Swallow Return!"
One blade became three, sealing all escape routes—there was no dodging!
"I never retreat!"
Giruon shuddered as the three blades rained down, cutting him without mercy.
Hiss!
Two wounds split his waist and left chest. The yokai blade materialized, cleaving Giruon’s shoulder, its edge sinking deep into flesh. Blood streamed from the wound.
"Hmph!!"
Giruon grunted, seizing the opening as Kuro reappeared. He lunged forward with his head, smashing his forehead into Kuro’s.
Bang!
Kuro’s body rocketed downward like a cannonball, slamming into the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Moments later, the dust was slashed away by the dark blade. Kuro staggered up, teeth clenched in pain.
Even protected by Haki, his skull rang like a bell. That headbutt had left him reeling.
Thud!
Giruon landed from above, wiping a trickle of blood from his forehead. He glanced at the blood on his palm and asked calmly, "Recoil?"
"You bastard...you’re damn hard to crack!" Kuro snarled, his face contorted in a gruesome grimace.
Taking that blow hadn’t just stunned him—it had lit a fire under his temper.
Giruon glanced at his shoulder wound, then dismissed it. With a sweep of his hand, the blood sealed under a wave of spiritual energy. His body launched skyward, one arm raised in a blade-like strike. Under the unnatural darkness of Golden City’s night, it radiated an eerie blue-black glow.
Waves of energy rippled across the hand blade, converging into one.
"Kuh!"
Giruon’s pupils narrowed. A frenzied roar shook the heavens as his body plummeted downward.
Kuro’s eyes widened. Without turning, he barked, "Clear out!"
He didn’t need to shout. Kaku and Zoro dodged away instantly. As Zoro fled, he grabbed Lida’s collar, yanking her along in his retreat.
Kuro vanished into afterimages, rocketing high above as Giruon’s hand blade cleaved downward.
Boom!!
The strike split the Gran Tesoro Commercial District’s front half clean in two. The severed section rose like a mountain wall, crashing down with a deafening roar. The ship’s core gaped open, revealing seawater and sunlight from the outside world.
It pierced the darkness like a single beam of light.
"What power..."
Kuro gazed down from the sky, muttering, "Damn scary indeed!"
But it saved him the trouble.
Kuro eyed the ship’s severed half drifting like an island. With a push of his palm, it floated farther away.
Inside were the civilians gathered by the Navy. With this single strike, they no longer needed a vessel—their escape was already secured.
Giruon stood amidst the devastation, his surroundings flattened. The ruins had been blown away, who knew where they’d landed. He turned to Kuro, asking, "Only going to dodge?"
"You were pierced—stop whining!"
Kuro pointed at Giruon’s wounds, "Killing Intent has seeped into your body!"
He raised his palm and clenched his fist.
"Roar!"
Hiss!
Giruon’s body convulsed. The three wounds erupted like fountains, spraying blood.
His form trembled. Blood gushed from his wounds, spreading across his skin like something alive, writhing beneath the surface. The blood was out of control.
"I’m not just a swordsman!"
In an instant, Kuro appeared before Giruon, gripping the yokai blade with both hands. He swung downward in a devastating slash.
The blade, infused with Killing Intent Manifestation, had unlocked a new potential.
The Shinmeiryu Style’s "Azure Dragon (Jiaolong)" technique split into "Jiao" and "Shen"—the latter spreading illusions through bloodflow upon contact. Now, combined with his ability, it had evolved.
Strike an enemy, implant Killing Intent, and use that manifested force to control their blood.
The human body, regardless of strength, relied on blood. Manipulating its flow could kill instantly.
For unarmed combat masters like Giruon, disrupted bloodflow slowed their movements—and delayed Haki release by a crucial half-second.
For Kuro, that was more than enough.
"Old Man, die already!" Kuro growled.
As the blade descended, Giruon’s eyes flared. His left hand formed a blade, thrusting forward in a Guantong strike.
Hiss!!
The hand blade met the yokai blade. What should have been a block failed—his wrist was sliced clean by the yokai blade’s smooth edge, his palm dropping lifelessly.
Kuro’s lips curled into a smirk. The yokai blade lifted, aiming straight for Giruon’s neck.
This strike would separate his head from his shoulders!
Suddenly, the severed wrist, still burning with Haki and fury, lunged forward, striking Kuro’s chest.
Giruon roared, his voice defiant, "I will not dodge!!"
Bang!!
The wrist unleashed a thunderous boom, sending Kuro hurtling backward.
Hiss!
Kuro stabbed his blade into the ground, stabilizing himself mid-air. Gritting his teeth, he spat a stream of blood from his lips.
"Kuh!"
He coughed, expelling the clot.
"What a madman!"
Using a broken wrist to fight? That wasn’t just reckless—it was insane.
"The absence of a palm doesn’t stop my Guantong...it makes it stronger!"
Giruon raised his severed left wrist, his voice resolute, "I transcend all flesh! This body is nothing to halt my path! I won’t flee—I stand upright, facing every challenge this world throws at me, shattering them all!"
(End of Chapter)
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