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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 166: Power and Speed
"Want to stop me? You'd better see if you can!"
Bashas roared, his towering figure charging towards Heckler with immense force.
Bashas was very tall, standing around three and a half meters. Among Blackbeard's Pirate Crew, Blackbeard himself, Poison Q, and Van Auga were all similarly tall, each over three meters.
In comparison, Heckler's nearly two-meter height seemed insignificant.
As Bashas approached Heckler, he raised his fist and swung it towards Heckler's head.
However, Heckler did not back down. Instead, he tensed his right arm and struck back fiercely at Bashas.
Boom.
The two fists collided with a tremendous sound, sending shockwaves that momentarily paused before rapidly spreading outward.
Along with the retreating shockwaves came Heckler himself.
"What incredible power."
After delivering his punch, Heckler felt the feedback from the impact. In an instant, he pushed off with both feet and leaped backward.
Whoosh.
Heckler's retreating form absorbed some of the force, landing gently several meters away, though his expression was somewhat grim.
The power was overwhelming.
His Iron Fist simply couldn't compare.
Heckler was well aware of his own strength. In his normal state, he could lift over ten thousand pounds, and in his Iron Fist state, he could unleash a force of several tons.
Yet, his power still paled in comparison to his opponent's.
"Is that all you've got?" Bashas said with a smile, flexing his fists. With a sudden leap, he appeared right in front of Heckler and threw a punch.
In response to this blow, Heckler stepped forward just enough to evade it, then countered with a straight punch.
But in that instant, Bashas bent his elbow and swept inward.
"Not good."
Faced with this strike, Heckler ducked low to avoid it while simultaneously throwing a punch of his own.
However, Bashas's left hand came crashing down. Heckler rolled away, narrowly escaping once more.
The two exchanged blows back and forth; Heckler continuously dodged, not daring to engage directly. The sheer power of Bashas was overwhelming—any reckless collision would leave him at a disadvantage...
Yet despite his agile movements, Heckler struggled to find an opening for an attack.
Boom.
Finally spotting a gap, Heckler launched a punch toward Bashas.
"You fell for it," Bashas sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he disregarded the incoming blow and swung his right fist down hard toward Heckler's head.
"I expected this."
Heckler let out a cold snort, his toes barely touching the ground as he swiftly retreated.
However, his opponent bent his arm and raised it upward in one fluid motion, the elbow carving through the air as a massive Shockwave surged forward.
Boom.
Heckler crossed his arms in front of him, and at the moment of impact, his body lightened, propelling him backward until he landed softly.
"Impressive strength, and the technique isn't simple either."
Heckler's expression darkened; in terms of raw power, his opponent was far superior.
Moreover, he was skilled in hand-to-hand combat, effectively utilizing punches and elbow strikes.
His speed was no less remarkable.
Front was proving to be quite a challenge.
"Death Charge."
At that moment, Bashas stomped his feet on the ground and leaped toward Heckler, simultaneously curling his arm and smashing his elbow forward.
Boom.
Bashas appeared where Heckler had been standing, the Shockwave emanating from his elbow creating a fan-shaped scar on the ground before him.
Yet, there was no sign of Heckler.
Shave!
Heckler suddenly appeared behind Bashas and threw a punch.
"Behind you."
Noticing Heckler's presence, Bashas quickly turned around and swung a fist at him.
"You can hit me, but you'll get hurt."
Heckler dared not take the attack head-on and vanished once again. With a loud crash, Bashas's fist stopped just a meter above the ground, the force of the punch sending gusts of wind swirling.
Boom.
The ground caved in slightly from the impact, a terrifying display of power.
In the next moment, Heckler reappeared behind Bashas and delivered a fierce punch.
Bashas was still quick to react, turning back to throw a punch at Heckler.
Heckler was slightly faster, but he didn't dare to take the hit; after all, Bashas's strength was too great, and trading blows was not wise.
Heckler had to avoid being hit, but as time passed, Bashas's counterattacks became increasingly rapid.
"What's wrong? Come attack me! Why are you dodging?"
Bashas laughed arrogantly, keeping track of Heckler's movements.
Boom.
The fists of Bashas and Heckler collided, sending Heckler staggering back once more.
"Are you done yet?"
Bashas looked at Heckler, a sinister grin on his face. "Remember my name, I am Champion Bashas."
"Oh really?"
Heckler flexed his fists, coldly replying, "I think I've tested your limits enough. It's time to use that move."
"What are you talking about?"
Bashas looked at Heckler in confusion.
"Two-Step Shave."
Suddenly, Heckler's figure appeared behind Bashas, delivering a powerful punch.
"Huh?"
Bashas's expression changed as he turned to throw a punch, but with a loud thud, his fist landed on Heckler's back instead.
Bashas's body trembled as a sharp pain shot through him. Gritting his teeth, he turned to retaliate, but Heckler had already vanished.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heckler's figure became increasingly faster, surpassing Bashas's reaction time.
"Power is down, but speed has increased."
Bashas' expression darkened, unsure how he could achieve such speed.
This technique was an advanced method developed by Heckler, combining his shaving technique with the powers of the Kilogram Fruit.
Half a month ago, he had used his shaving technique to harness the force of three stomps, reducing his weight to just ten kilograms at the moment of explosive power.
Now, he could accumulate the force of four stomps.
Using the accumulated strength from four stomps to propel a ten-kilogram body generated more explosive power than using ten stomps to move a hundred-kilogram weight.
Of course, due to Heckler's relatively weak leg strength, his speed was comparable to that of Califa.
Heckler was quite dissatisfied.
Thus, he made improvements by using the Kilogram Fruit to adjust each stomp.
When he lifted his foot, his body slightly lightened; when he stomped down, his body slightly increased in weight.
This allowed him to quicken his stomping speed, achieving ten stomps in an instant.
Then, by combining the final increase in weight followed by a reduction to the extreme, he pushed his speed to its limit.
This ability was what Heckler referred to as Two-Step Shave.
However, the excessive speed made it difficult for Heckler to control the power of his punches, temporarily preventing him from using Iron Fist.
Nevertheless, Heckler's unarmed strength exceeded ten thousand pounds, making it quite challenging for anyone physically to withstand.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bashas was being beaten like a punching bag, but his strong muscles continued to withstand Heckler's attacks.
"That was fast."
Van Auga squinted at the scene; even with his dynamic vision, he could barely catch a glimpse of Bashas's movements.
At this rate, Bashas might lose.
If that happened, he would inevitably be in danger as well. He couldn't let it go on like this.
"Don't move too much."
A voice came from not far away. Upon hearing it, Van Auga shifted his gaze back; he needed to come up with a plan.
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