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Chapter 743: Great Mystic Art · Endless Illusion Kill
Chapter 743: Great Mystic Art · Endless Illusion Kill
"World noble's slaves?"
Kuro narrowed his eyes, staring at Giruon standing before him. He hadn't expected someone so powerful to have once been a slave of the World Nobles.
"Kuro, this guy can't be left alive!"
Kaku shouted, "If he really is one of them, releasing him will cause endless trouble. The World Nobles' deaths are already a huge matter. If it happens again, the World Government will go crazy!"
World Noble slaves weren't particularly significant. As high-ranking Marines, they knew many World Nobles' slaves had fled to become pirates. But as Marines—not dogs owned by the World Nobles—they couldn't care less about that.
What truly mattered was the threat this man posed to the world, not his slave identity.
Yet, openly slaying World Nobles and brazenly declaring it in front of the Marines? That was unheard of.
If this madman survived, he'd surely target more World Nobles later.
One incident was already headache enough. They didn't even know how to resolve this aftermath—Gran Tesoro might not even suffice.
If this happened repeatedly, they'd have no time left to do actual work.
"Ahh, I know. He won't escape either."
Kuro sheathed his Yokai Blade, staring at the man ahead. Though standing, the light in his eyes was already dimming.
Swoosh!
Kuro appeared beside Giruon, instantly drawing his Yokai Blade for a slash. But Giruon raised his wrists, meeting the blade head-on.
A blue-black lightning-like Haki gathered on his wrists, clashing with the Yokai Blade with a metallic clang.
Immediately, Giruon's other wrist rose, also crackling with Haki, slamming downward.
Kuro vanished in a flash, retreating to avoid the strike.
"I will not flee—I will face my enemies upright!"
Giruon spread his wrists into a fighting stance. His dull eyes reignited with fierce intensity.
Yet his life aura plummeted further.
He wouldn't last much longer.
Even with his abilities, his time was nearly up.
Kuro could end this without lifting a finger. From his perspective, Giruon could barely move now. Every motion burned his dwindling life force. Let him exhaust himself, and he'd die naturally.
That earlier colossal technique had drained his life aura to its brink—it was his final move.
Typically, someone who'd exhausted their last resort was either dead or helpless. Especially injured like this, he should've perished.
Yet he lived. Clinging to existence through sheer willpower.
No—this wasn't even willpower anymore. It was obsession.
As his opponent, Kuro didn't grasp the full story, but vaguely sensed that emotion.
A mix of resilience and sorrow. Abandoning everything, yet grasping onto something extreme.
This man...
Kuro exhaled heavily.
"Upright? Fine. I'll fight you uprightly then."
He resheathed his blade, facing Giruon. "As a Marine, I can't let pirates look down on me."
Defeating someone like this wasn't difficult for Kuro. Without even using his Devil Fruit ability, a single "Azure Dragon Rain" from his sword would've sufficed. His wounds would've turned the raindrops into lethal poison.
But that wasn't necessary anymore.
"Exactly! Uprightly face your enemy!" Giruon roared. "Reveal our true martial prowess! In this cruel world, it's either your death or my demise—such is the struggle of life!"
Kuro said nothing more. He assumed a drawing stance, slightly bending his legs. His left thumb pressed against the sword guard, flicking it upward to expose a sliver of blade.
He vanished again, reappearing mid-air before Giruon's eyes, pulling the Yokai Blade.
But Giruon's wrists struck elsewhere—attacking empty space as if opponents surrounded him.
As he moved, Kuro flooded his body with blood manipulation and Killing Intent, dragging Giruon into an illusion.
Swoosh!
Kuro reappeared behind him, maintaining the drawing stance.
"Sorry", Kuro smirked. "That 'upright' stuff? Just messing with you. Old Man doesn't play by those rules."
He slid the blade fully into its scabbard. "Great Mystic Art—"
Giruon's body trembled.
He couldn't perceive the illusion. In his vision, the Marine had appeared behind him, pierced by his strike, dying with regret.
"You lost."
Giruon crossed his arms, pride blazing. "I'll continue pursuing the ultimate path of fists, surpassing all in this world."
As he spoke, his surroundings shifted. He stood in a peaceful village, inside a dojo at the town's center.
"Welcome home! Oh no, what happened to you!"
A gentle woman bowed to him, smiling warmly. But spotting his severed hands and wounds, she rushed over anxiously.
She stumbled forward, collapsing into his arms.
"Why... How are you here?" Giruon stared at her, stunned.
"Father!"
Before he could react, a clear voice chimed beneath him.
A child resembling his younger self hugged his leg, tears welling. "Father, why do you look like this?!"
"I—"
He gazed at the child, dumbfounded.
No mistake—his wife and child.
"Alive again, huh?"
Suddenly, voices rose nearby. Several figures emerged from the dojo, grinning. "Heard you took down a World Noble! Amazing! And defeated Vice Admiral Golden Lion of the Marines! With this strength, no one'll dare threaten you ever again!"
His old pirate crewmates—why were they here?
"Is... Is that what I did?" Giruon hesitated, reaching for his family, only to remember his missing palms.
"I have no hands now..." He chuckled bitterly.
"So what? As long as we're here, Captain! You're strong enough—we'll grow stronger too!"
A crewmate grinned. "Aren't you chasing that dream of becoming a renowned dojo master? We'll help you spread it worldwide—we'll all be masters!"
Did I have that dream?
Did I...
Didn't I?
"Come", his wife gently took his wrist, guiding him toward the dojo. "Let me treat your wounds."
His massive frame, as sturdy as an elephant, moved willingly under her frail touch.
Staring at his gentle wife, lively child, and loyal crew...
Why think so much? This was enough.
This was enough.
Giruon's trembling lips curled into a smile. His hardened muscles softened like melting ice, his demonic features smoothing into the youthful, gentle handsomeness of his past. He walked into the dojo with his family.
"Yes", he smiled. "I'm home."
...
Thud.
Giruon collapsed.
Click! Kuro sheathed his blade, standing straight without glancing back. "Endless Illusion Kill."
After a pause, he added, "Not sure what dream you saw—good or bad, it's what you truly longed for. Rest in peace, drowning in your own dream."
(Fish Head kowtows today; apologies for the late chapter. Fish Head kneels in reverence.)
(End of Chapter)
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