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Chapter 838: Unarmed Combat Techniques Version of Kuro?
Chapter 838: Unarmed Combat Techniques Version of Kuro?
At Togeko's command, the Marine elites activated Haki on their weapons and started advancing toward Bartholomew.
The seven elite Vice Admirals, plus several regular Vice Admirals, totaling twenty Vice Admirals, had been mobilized by Kuro. Every soldier under his command was at least a Commander. Two thousand Marines had been deployed for this single confrontation against Bartholomew.
But really, this was only appropriate.
When facing someone at the Four Emperors level, this level of combat power should naturally be expected.
"Let's warm up first!"
Bartholomew glanced at Kuro, who was casually biting a cigar, then curled his lips into a smirk. His figure vanished in a flash of extreme speed.
"Fire!"
As soon as the command was issued by one of the Vice Admirals, some Marines raised their guns and unleashed bullets imbued with Haki. But it was already too late.
The hulking, muscular figure with a powerful V-shaped torso suddenly reappeared high in the sky, diving forward like a hunting eagle.
Boom!!
His body landed with earth-shaking force, sending shockwaves that blew away the surrounding Marines.
Without pause, he lunged forward and punched straight into the abdomen of a nearby Marine, making him gag violently and double over in pain.
Clang!
The Marines behind reacted, swinging their blades toward his back. The steel struck Bartholomew's coat with a sharp metallic sound.
"Heh!"
Bartholomew twisted his body. His massive fist, larger than half the attacker's torso, smashed into the Marine like a piece of tattered cloth, sending him flying.
Thud!
Planting his foot firmly on the ground, his body rocketed forward like a cannonball. His fist crashed into the enemy line, sending Marines scattering like leaves in a storm.
In the New World, Marine Commanders were elite warriors capable of leading branch forces, having hunted pirates for years through countless battles. But against Bartholomew, they were being utterly crushed one by one.
This world's strongest men always fought like this!
But at least these were Marine elites - tough enough to survive serious injuries. This was exactly why Kuro had specifically selected these elite troops.
For men like this, you had to wear them down.
"Chaotic Slash!!"
Doflamingo intercepted Bartholomew mid-rampage. His blade flashed, releasing countless chaotic slashes that converged with deadly precision. The sword cleaved downward.
Crack!!
Bartholomew reached out barehanded, gripping the slashing blade with his right hand. The cutting force shredded his glove, revealing the massive palm coated in Haki.
"I remember you."
Bartholomew grinned malevolently at him. "You were one of those who chased me down years ago!"
Whoosh!
Bang!!
He lifted the blade and its wielder effortlessly, then slammed Doflamingo hard into the ground.
"Don't get too arrogant!"
Aokiji charged forward, his eight blades wrapped in spiraling Haki, slashing simultaneously like phantom shadows.
Bartholomew stepped back, crossing his arms as the blades' afterimages struck.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!!
The gloves and sleeves on his forearms shredded, revealing iron-like muscle beneath. His fists dwarfed those of ordinary men.
Through the gaps in his crossed arms, Bartholomew glanced at Aokiji with growing excitement.
Crash!!
He launched a kicking strike like a flashing sword, targeting Aokiji's gut. The kick sent the admiral flying backward.
Whoosh!
Moving like a coiled spring, Bartholomew leaned forward almost touching the ground when a cold gleam of steel flashed above him. Togeko had already appeared behind him, executing an iaijutsu slash at extreme speed.
Bartholomew himself was also a master of the art.
But...
Boom!!
Like a scorpion's stinger, his leg hooked backward, driving his heel into Togeko's chin and sending him soaring.
His eyes flared wide. Twisting his legs rapidly, he kicked up a swirling cloud of smoke and dust as his spinning body straightened. With fists held high, he slammed one into the charging Borsalino.
Crack!!
Immense strength overwhelmed Borsalino's blade, forcing the sword's back to smash into the admiral's face.
Bartholomew's fist drove again, sending Borsalino reeling backward.
Ducking suddenly, he narrowly avoided Dalmatian's attack right where his head had been. His straightened arm lashed outward, slamming his elbow into Dalmatian's chest. Opening his mouth, he coated his teeth in Haki and bit down with tremendous force on another blade.
Clang!
Stress launched a thrust, but his blade became trapped in Bartholomew's powerful jaws.
Bartholomew grinned cruelly around the trapped blade, then yanked his head sideways, dragging Stress's body forward before covering his skull in Haki and ramming his forehead into the enemy.
Boom! Boom!!
Two thunderous impacts sent Stress and Dalmatian flying in opposite directions.
Clash! Clash! Clash!
From behind, Storbery's twin blades crossed like a deadly trap, moving in a blur of afterimages at extreme speed.
Bartholomew had anticipated this. Twisting his body, he swung his right fist across the incoming twin blades.
Boom!!
A shockwave erupted from the collision.
His other fist clenched tightly at his waist before unleashing a devastating punch.
Storbery's blades met the incoming fist, sliding upward as the crossed blades shifted to a defensive position. The twin swords blocked the strike, but Bartholomew's monstrous strength sent her skidding backward.
"Roar!!"
After driving back Storbery, Bartholomew raised both fists high. With tremendous force, he smashed downward into the ground, unleashing a shockwave that shattered the earth in a semicircle before him. Marines within that arc were sent flying as smoke and dust erupted.
Standing nearby, the waiting Kuro tightened his grip on Autumn Water, his eyes narrowing.
The Vice Admirals were only slightly disheveled – none seriously injured yet. But Bartholomew remained completely unscathed, his only damage being torn clothing.
This physical power, even after using his ability, and against such high-level opponents, showed no sign of exhaustion.
Was his stamina this abundant?
Back in his youth, even Sengoku and Garp, along with Sakazuki and other Vice Admirals, had worn down Bartholomew's physical strength during prolonged battles. After years of imprisonment and training, his current might had become terrifyingly powerful.
Releasing sixth-level prisoners from Impel Down was a dangerous decision. Those who hadn't reformed in prison might even lose strength after release.
But those who treated prison as a cultivation ground, quietly training for twenty to thirty years in those harsh conditions, would emerge as sky-shaking titans.
Bartholomew, already possessing immense physical strength, had been unable to use his abilities in prison. Forced to cultivate unarmed combat techniques, his martial prowess and physical conditioning had become monstrous.
His ability's awakening had occurred within these two years, proving his natural talent was top-tier.
Perfectly utilized abilities, powerful Haki, mastery of techniques, and overwhelming physical strength in unarmed combat.
From a distance, Lida who stood farther from Kuro noticed this and instinctively looked toward him.
An unarmed combat techniques version of Kuro, huh.
(End of Chapter)
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