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Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Four: Power and Speed
"Who are you?"
Heckler's arms hung down as he gazed at the figure not far away, his expression stern.
"Ah, it doesn't matter who I am; what matters is that I must eliminate you." The Zombie Samurai, Ryoma, stood there in his kimono and wooden sandals, holding the famous sword Autumn Water, performing a flourish with it.
"Is that so? Then go ahead and try."
Heckler brushed his hands against his waist, donning iron gauntlets, and raised both hands.
"Night Bright Melody Pierces Through."
Suddenly, Ryoma stepped forward, thrusting his sword.
"That’s fast."
Heckler's eyes narrowed, but his right hand was already clenched into a fist, striking out.
At the moment of impact, he reduced his body weight, channeling the explosive power from within to propel his light arm forward in an instant.
Clang.
Heckler's fist struck the blade from below.
Snap.
The blade ricocheted off, but Heckler abruptly turned his head.
Whoosh.
A blood mark appeared on Heckler's left cheek, blood slowly oozing out.
"Is that sword energy?"
Heckler stared at the Zombie Samurai in front of him, raising his hand to wipe away the blood.
"Well, I thought this would be enough to pierce your skull," Ryoma said, tilting his head.
"Very good."
Upon hearing this, Heckler stomped his feet on the ground and instantly appeared in front of Ryoma, throwing a powerful punch.
Clang.
Ryoma's blade struck Heckler's fist, but the fierce wind from the punch sliced through the air, passing by on both sides.
Crash, crash.
Two trees behind Ryoma exploded into splinters.
"You’re not too bad yourself," Ryoma replied with a smile. With a flick of his right hand, he unleashed a flurry of long swords that surged toward Heckler.
"Wine Barrel Dance, consecutive strikes."
The long swords shot toward Heckler at an incredible speed, enveloping him in an instant.
"Two-Step Shave."
However, in the face of this move, Heckler instantly vanished, retreating backward.
"Hmm?"
Ryoma's strike missed, and suddenly his right hand swung the long blade backward.
Clang.
The blade struck Heckler's fist, colliding with the iron gauntlet above, producing a crisp sound.
But in the next moment, Ryoma's expression changed. He bent his body forward, raising his left hand to press against the back of the blade, stopping the advancing punch.
"What tremendous strength."
Heckler looked at his opponent, surprised that despite using Iron Fist, Ryoma was able to block it with his sword.
This was merely a decayed corpse.
If he were in good health, how much stronger would he be?
Heckler was somewhat taken aback. With a push from his feet, he vanished again, reappearing beside Ryoma and throwing a punch.
Clang.
Ryoma once again blocked Heckler's punch, but this time, Heckler's left fist struck out toward Ryoma's face.
In that instant, Ryoma's long blade slid downward and aimed for Heckler's abdomen.
"Hmm?"
Faced with the strike, Heckler dared not exchange injury for injury. The opponent was a Zombie; the outcome of being hit was uncertain, but he was flesh and blood. If he were struck, it would be a loss he could not afford.
Thus, Heckler could only dodge and then charge again.
Heckler threw a punch, but this time Ryoma did not block. Instead, he pivoted, his long blade slashing diagonally downward.
"That’s fast."
Heckler had no choice but to evade, creating some distance.
As time passed, Heckler's stamina continued to dwindle. Whether it was his shaving technique or Iron Fist, neither could be sustained for long.
Heckler's immense strength and speed were built upon his Devil Fruit ability and physical explosiveness.
This state of combat was precisely difficult to maintain.
"Since that's the case."
Heckler narrowed his eyes and leaped toward Ryoma again, aiming a left punch at his head.
In response to this punch, Ryoma sidestepped.
Heckler's right fist followed up, but Ryoma used the momentum from his sidestep to slash diagonally at Heckler's chest.
However, Heckler did not dodge or evade; he threw a punch with his right hand.
Thud.
Ryoma's blade struck Heckler while Heckler's fist landed squarely on Ryoma's head.
Boom.
Ryoma's head exploded, leaving a deep gash on Heckler's body that exposed bone.
"We've won."
Heckler laughed, collapsing to the ground as he gazed at the distant corpse, a smile creeping across his face.
However, at that moment, he noticed that Ryoma had not fallen; instead, he was slowly raising his blade.
"Huh?"
Seeing this, Heckler remembered that Ryoma was a Zombie. Even with a shattered head, he might not be dead.
But now, Heckler found himself too weak to stand...
The massive OZ towered at nearly eighty meters tall, its imposing figure blocking out the sun.
Before OZ lay Xiaqiu, sprawled on the ground. Its enormous body was equally daunting, stretching about sixty meters in length.
Yet in terms of volume, it was significantly larger.
"Jie jie jie, I will kill you."
OZ let out a sinister laugh and raised its gigantic arm, bringing it down toward Xiaqiu with tremendous force.
In response to this strike, Xiaqiu did not dodge or evade; instead, it charged forward to meet the attack head-on.
Boom.
The fists and the horns collided, and Xiaqiu's body slightly bent, yet he remained unharmed.
"Is that all you've got?"
Xiaqiu shook his head in disappointment. OZ's physical strength was formidable, but it still fell short compared to his current self.
He took the initiative to attack, maintaining a longer distance, while Xiaqiu passively defended. OZ's power couldn't compare to his own.
Having faced three powerful Vice Admirals, he estimated that very few could defeat him in terms of raw physical strength.
"Is it useless?"
Suddenly, OZ took the mace from his back, gripping it tightly as he swung it again.
"Bring it on."
In response to this strike, Xiaqiu gathered Armament Haki at his head and thrust upward with force.
Boom.
The mace collided with Xiaqiu's horns, producing a resonating sound.
Crack, crack.
After a brief moment of suspension, the mace shattered into pieces, falling to the ground.
"Huh?"
OZ stared blankly at the fragments of the mace in his hands, his expression filled with astonishment. The mace had actually broken?
“Is Mace useless?”
Seeing this scene, OZ suddenly felt a twinge of fear and began to climb towards the top of the mansion.
“Running away?”
Xiaqiu watched this unfold with a sense of helplessness, unsure whose soul was currently inhabiting OZ, as it seemed so bold.
He could follow him up, but it would be somewhat Trouble.
So for now, he had to let him leave and focus on killing Moria. Without Moria, he could naturally move freely.
At that moment, a voice rang out, “OZ, kill him.”
It was Moria’s voice; his command left OZ with no choice but to obey.
“Die.”
OZ jumped down from the tall mansion, aiming both feet at Xiaqiu.
Boom.
As OZ landed, the ground shook, creating a large crater beneath him, smoke billowing up. However, a look of surprise crossed OZ’s face.
“No one? Where is he?”
Slowly rising to his feet, OZ scanned the surroundings and caught sight of a figure through the smoke. “There.”
But in the next moment, Xiaqiu appeared right in front of OZ, biting down on his knee.
Crack.
OZ's knee shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to maintain his form, his hands bracing against the earth.
But in that instant of kneeling, Xiaqiu's six legs stomped down, propelling him upward, soaring over twenty meters into the air. With his towering height of over ten meters, he appeared beside OZ's neck.
"Die."
Xiaqiu opened his massive jaws and lunged forward to bite.
Crack.
Xiaqiu's teeth sank into OZ's neck, clamping shut and severing half of it in one swift motion.
"Is he dead?"
Xiaqiu landed heavily on the ground, exhaling a breath.
However, in the next moment, a gigantic fist came crashing down towards Xiaqiu.
Boom.
The fist struck the ground where Xiaqiu had been, but he had already vanished, reappearing in the distance with a corpse in his mouth.
"The corpse of Ryoma."
Xiaqiu chewed on Ryoma's body. He sensed the threat to Heckler and detected OZ's movements, so he charged in and bit down on Ryoma.
Faced with Xiaqiu's attack, Ryoma had no chance to react and was swallowed whole, torn into pieces.
“Ryoma should be able to provide quite a bit of energy, right?”
Xiaqiu thought, even though a long time had passed, the residual power was still comparable to that of Zoro back then.
If it weren't for the fact that he was using Brook's swordsmanship instead of Ryoma's own techniques, it was likely that Zoro would have found it nearly impossible to win against him, even in his diminished state.
His remaining form might not reach the level of a Vice Admiral, but it should possess the Enhanced Energy of a Major General.
“Thank you, President,” Heckler said to Xiaqiu.
“You're seriously injured.”
Xiaqiu looked at Heckler, then added, “But fortunately, there's a doctor here, Battle Resolution.”
Xiaqiu vanished from sight, not charging toward OZ, but instead appearing behind the recently transformed Moria, ready to strike.
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