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Chapter 925: The Sorrow of Waning Strength
Chapter 925: The Sorrow of Waning Strength
Had the virus been absorbed?
Poison Q stood frozen. As a doctor, he clearly remembered Ju Geng’s condition within the ‘Apple Formation’.
Everything was predestined. The apple Poison Q had thrown earlier contained not just explosive power but also a plague.
Yet now, both the toxins in Ju Geng’s body and the poisons emitted by the apples had been completely absorbed.
All because of this woman!
“How did she get out?”
Kuro spun around, deflecting Marshall D. Teach’s incoming fist with his blade, then squinted toward the vicinity.
The battlefield had become chaotic. Kas’s Navy, bolstered by their white energy, clashed fiercely with pirates who fought like rabid beasts—strengthened and unyielding. The pirates’ relentless aggression tested Kas’s ‘Divine Speed’-enhanced forces.
Elsewhere, battles raged in fierce exchanges.
But Fen Ni had emerged.
This woman had long been confined to a sealed laboratory. Her ability was uncontrollable—exposing her skin to air would unleash plagues, much like Magellan. Her rare appearances made her a weapon of mass destruction.
“Has fate truly favored her?”
Poison Q drew another apple, hurling it with blinding speed. The instant it left his hand, the apple turned a sinister green.
At this sight, Poison Q’s lips curled into a smirk.
Fen Ni, startled, caught the apple mid-air. The eerie green toxins immediately vanished into her palm.
She blinked, tilting her head as she gazed at Poison Q. “So you’re the source of the plague toxins. I see now.”
Bang!
Another gunshot cracked, but Ju Geng swiftly reacted. He nocked an arrow and loosed it, shattering the bullet mid-flight.
“Fen Ni, these are Blackbeard Pirates sneaking into G-3. They’re enemies!” Ju Geng coldly warned.
“Enemies?”
Fen Ni pondered, then nodded. “Though I’m a doctor—devoted to healing—I can handle enemies.”
On another part of the battlefield, Kas wielded his saber with ferocity. Though his Justice Shield had been breached, the Navy’s interconnected white energy remained intact. Under ‘Divine Speed’s’ influence, their movements accelerated, pushing the pirates back relentlessly.
The pirates’ eyes burned crimson, their minds fixated on glory and power. Their strength surged, pain dulled to near oblivion. Yet the Navy’s linked white energy allowed thousands to share the damage. Combined with their speed—several times faster than the pirates—they overwhelmed their foes, leaving them defenseless.
“I’m here!”
Suddenly, Saint Juan—a background figure until now—slammed his massive palm downward, casting a mountainous shadow over the battlefield.
“My style—”
A blur leapt above the chaos, drawing back a fist coiled with spiraling sea breeze auras. Facing Saint Juan’s descending palm, the figure unleashed a thunderous punch.
“Sea Current Burial!!”
Boom!!
The spiraling aura unleashed a shockwave, colliding with Saint Juan’s palm. The impact caved its center, sending it recoiling upward.
“That hurts,” Saint Juan muttered, clenching his other fist and swinging it at Joe Rudolph.
Joe Rudolph hovered mid-air, eyes narrowing. He drew back his fist again, currents swirling, and met Saint Juan’s strike head-on.
Crash!
The sheer force sent Joe Rudolph flying backward.
This giant of the Giant Tribe wielded crushing strength—pure power capable of obliterating anything.
“That hurts,” Saint Juan murmured, staring at the bloodied indentation on his knuckles.
Then he pressed his palm downward again.
With Saint Juan momentarily stalled, Kas’s white energy mists began to regenerate. After Joe Rudolph’s two strikes, they nearly reformed. But Saint Juan’s renewed assault threatened to undo all progress.
“Nailsfist Technique!”
Another blur surged upward. Sazil gritted his teeth, leaping high. His hooded cloak billowed as he thrust both palms against Saint Juan’s descending palm.
“Impact Tide!!”
The recoil from the Punch-Punch Devil Fruit bounced the attack back, buying Kas Commodore critical time!
He knew—once Kas’s mysterious white mist fully regenerated, the battle’s tide would shift. The giant wouldn’t keep pounding the energy indefinitely.
Boom!!!
Saint Juan’s palm slammed Sazil like a cannonball, cratering him into the ground.
Yet under the ability’s effect, Saint Juan’s palm recoiled violently, staggering his massive frame.
“Justice never dies!!”
The Navy’s white energy linkage grew stronger, condensing the mist into a protective veil.
“We are the shield!!”
The mist solidified into a shield-like form, gradually retreating to expel the intruding pirates.
“Plague.”
Fen Ni raised her hands, aiming at the pirates. Her palms unleashed waves of greenish toxins like a tidal surge.
“Lung Plague.”
Instantly, the toxins engulfed the pirates—and Saint Juan. Coughs erupted, brows burned with fever, bodies weakened.
Weakness, high fever, coughing, labored breathing—symptoms of Lung Plague.
“I… really want to cough,” Saint Juan mumbled, dazed.
Even Poison Q succumbed to the symptoms. He coughed violently, glaring at Fen Ni. “It’s… that Devil Fruit!”
The Plague-Plague Devil Fruit—the very one he coveted!
Why did this woman possess it?!
“Nani!”
Bartolomeo, locked in combat with Lida, faltered, glancing toward Fen Ni. Lida seized the moment, dashing forward with Haki-imbued force. His fist crashed into Bartolomeo’s chest.
Boom!
The impact sent Bartolomeo reeling. Instinctively, he swung his arm to retaliate, but Lida shifted his stance. Five fingers became an open palm, pressing into Bartolomeo’s Haki-unguarded chest.
“You’re mine!” Lida grinned. “Energy Drain!”
Bartolomeo’s eyes widened. His arm’s force weakened instantly. Lida ducked under a retaliatory elbow strike, then lightning-fast, smashed his fist into Bartolomeo’s chest.
“Instant Thousand Strikes, Mystic Art!”
Boom!
Another punch, and Bartolomeo’s strength ebbed further.
Lida blurred into afterimages, encircling Bartolomeo. Fists rained down like hail.
“Hohahaha!!”
The relentless strikes drove Bartolomeo lower, his body hunched.
He felt his strength draining—each attempt to retaliate met with feeble effort. Helpless, he could only endure the endless barrage of fists and kicks.
The strikes grew fiercer, leaving bruises and indentations on his body.
“Strength… strength…”
Bartolomeo whispered, his voice fading. Finally, he couldn’t even track the afterimages. The world around him seemed to freeze in time.
Lida emerged behind him, his hooded cloak billowing.
“You feel it, don’t you? The sorrow of waning strength.”
Bartolomeo crumpled to the ground, his life aura extinguished.
From the moment Lida latched onto him, the outcome was sealed.
Faced with an opponent like Lida, even a cautious Bartolomeo would reach a stalemate. But once he faltered, there was no counter—only energy drain and death.
“One left!”
Lida dashed toward the towering Saint Juan.
This giant was troublesome, but robbing him of physical strength would shift the battle instantly!
(End of Chapter)
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