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Chapter 446 446: Gion Instantly Heals and Clashes with an Emperor
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The gazes of everyone present stabbed toward Kizaru in the corner. If envious glares could kill, he would have been sliced into a thousand pieces by now.
Kizaru stood up. He slowly straightened his yellow striped suit and strolled toward the bar with a swaggering, utterly shameless gait. Stopping before Blake, he offered a deep, incredibly humble bow.
"Boss Blake, thank you so much for taking care of me."
"Borsalino, you exploited the rules to avoid combat, thoroughly embodying the true meaning of 'camping'. Since you lived until the end, the system judged you the ultimate victor." Blake looked at the Marine Admiral who had pushed the art of hiding to its absolute limit. "Your reward is the ultimate conceptual equipment from the PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds world: the [Optical Camouflage Ghillie Suit]. Given your physical constitution, the system has perfectly fused this equipment's concept into your Glint-Glint Fruit. It has elevated your mastery over light to an entirely new dimension. You no longer need physical gear; you can activate it with a mere thought."
Kizaru's eyes lit up like two massive lightbulbs. He could feel a miraculous qualitative change within his Devil Fruit abilities, as if his understanding of light had deepened by an entire layer. With piqued interest, he snapped his fingers.
In the next second, Kizaru's figure vanished into thin air without a trace. It wasn't just a visual disappearance—his aura, his voice, and even the natural pressure of a top-tier powerhouse were completely erased. Even with Sengoku, Akainu, and Shanks pushing their Observation Haki to the absolute limit, they could only sense an empty void where he stood.
"Hmm…?" Akainu furrowed his brows, refusing to believe it. He violently swung a fist coated in blistering magma toward Kizaru's last known position. "GREAT ERUPTION!"
The violent, giant fist of magma pierced through the air and smashed heavily into the tavern's wall, yet it struck absolutely nothing.
"Oh my, Sakazuki, you're going to tear down the boss's shop like that." A lazy voice suddenly drawled from right behind Akainu.
Akainu's pupils shrank in shock. He spun around to find Kizaru standing less than half a meter away, lazily picking his ear with that signature, punchable smirk plastered across his face. He hadn't moved at all; he had simply deactivated his optical camouflage.
"I was just standing right here the whole time. What a terrifying ability~" Kizaru chuckled softly as his figure blurred again, melting into the ambient light and vanishing once more.
"Up here…" His voice echoed from the chandelier on the ceiling. "…Or am I over here?" A moment later, it sounded from the opposite end of the bar.
To everyone present, Kizaru was like a ghost—an absolute, un-lockable phantom of light. The other powerhouses in the tavern watched with bloodshot eyes. Moving at the speed of light was already broken enough; now he had perfect invisibility and aura concealment on top of it? He was no longer just the "hardest man to kill." He was now a man who, if he wished, could "absolutely never be found." For a top-tier fighter whose personal motto was "clock out on time," this was a god-tier skill! If he wanted to slack off now, not even the Five Elders would be able to do a damn thing about it.
Sengoku rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling his blood pressure spike again. While the Marines' top combatants had experienced an unprecedented surge in power, these unruly powerhouses equipped with god-like abilities were clearly becoming much harder to manage. Blake took a sip of his coffee and tapped his knuckles against the tabletop. The Battle Royale dungeon was officially concluded.
Having failed to snatch a spot in the match, the Yonko, Red-Haired Shanks, took a massive gulp of rum. He slammed his only arm onto the table, his face written with utter frustration. Doflamingo pushed up his red sunglasses, his mind already spinning wildly as he plotted how to scour the underworld for more Devil Fruits to exchange for tickets. While undercurrents surged within the tavern, the waters just outside Foosha Village were experiencing an unprecedented traffic jam. This remote ocean, once mocked as the "Weakest Blue," had now become the absolute center of the world, drawing every major faction into a frenzied pilgrimage.
Thousands of ships, large and small, crowded the sea. Giant Marine battleships flying the seagull flag rubbed shoulders with uniquely designed pirate ships from the New World, alongside merchant vessels from the underworld looking for a slice of the pie. The ships were packed so tightly that their masts were practically grinding against one another. Forcing its way through the congestion was a gargantuan vessel, as massive as a moving island. At its prow sat an enormous singing Homie wearing a crown.
"Mama-mama— Get out of the way, get out of the way ♪"
It was the Queen Mama Chanter, the flagship of the Big Mom Pirates. Standing on the deck was Charlotte Linlin, her body like a mountain of flesh. Her massive mouth, painted with heavy lipstick, ravenously chewed through an assortment of sweets, but her eyes gleamed with chilling greed and brutality. Ever since that rebellious son Katakuri had wounded her using some "Demon God cells," she had developed an extreme, insatiable craving for the miraculous shop in Foosha Village.
"Mama, there are simply too many ships ahead. We can't squeeze through at all, perorin." Her eldest son, Perospero, stood nearby, leaning on his candy cane. He looked rather pale as he surveyed the tightly packed fleet.
"Useless trash! I am a Yonko who rules the New World! Whoever dares to block my path will be sunk to the bottom of the sea as a snack for the fishes!" Big Mom forcefully swallowed the cake in her mouth and grabbed Perospero by his collar with her giant hand.
Sensing their master's raging fury, the thundercloud Zeus and the sun Prometheus immediately swelled in size, radiating terrifying heat and lightning.
"Yes, Mama!"
Prometheus transformed into a massive fireball and hurled himself directly at a merchant ship blocking their path. The sailors aboard screamed in terror, tumbling over each other as they dove into the sea. Just as the fireball was about to consume the ship, a pink crescent of sword light slashed across the horizon at an inconceivable speed. The strike cleanly bisected Prometheus's fiery body, splitting him entirely in half. With a shrill scream, Prometheus reformed, his size significantly reduced, and floated back to Big Mom in terror.
"WHO GOES THERE!?" Big Mom roared. The sheer force of her bellow churned the surrounding sea into crashing waves.
Standing mid-air, balancing on a single floating plank of wood, was a tall female swordswoman wearing a pink cape, a spider tattoo visible on her thigh. It was Marine Vice Admiral Gion, codename Momousagi. Gripping her famous sword, Konpira, she glared down at the Queen Mama Chanter with piercing eyes.
"Charlotte Linlin, have you gone senile?" Gion's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the crowded waters. "This is the perimeter of Foosha Village, an absolute no-combat zone established by Lord Blake. If you want to act wildly here, have you asked the blade in my hand?"
"A MERE MARINE VICE ADMIRAL DARES TO BARK AT ME!?" Big Mom narrowed her eyes, locking her gaze onto Gion suspended in the air.
Her right hand snatched Napoleon, the bicorne hat on her head, which instantly elongated into a massive greatsword.
"IKOKU SOVEREIGNTY!"
Big Mom swung the giant blade with devastating force. A terrifying, cylindrical shockwave of sword aura, tens of meters in diameter, blasted toward Gion with apocalyptic momentum. It was a killer move capable of obliterating an entire giant village in a single strike. The pirates and merchants on the surrounding ships squeezed their eyes shut in horror, entirely convinced that the beautiful Vice Admiral was a dead woman. However, Gion merely curled the corners of her lips. She didn't even bother to assume a defensive stance.
Rabbit Talisman: Supersonic. Gion chanted silently in her heart.
Her figure simply vanished from her original spot. The apocalyptic Ikoku Sovereignty missed completely, shooting straight into the sky and blowing a massive, gaping hole through the heavy clouds. Big Mom froze. Her proud Observation Haki couldn't capture the opponent's trajectory at all.
"Where are you looking, old hag?" Gion's voice suddenly echoed from behind her.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Big Mom whipped around. Gion was already standing on the railing of the Queen Mama Chanter. The blade of Konpira, wrapped in high-tier Ryuo Armament Haki, slashed mercilessly toward Big Mom's shoulder. Relying on her monstrous Iron Balloon physique, Big Mom tanked the strike head-on. Amidst a shower of sparks, a shallow, bloody gash was carved into her shoulder.
"You're courting death!" Big Mom fell into absolute madness. Her left fist, crackling with black Conqueror's Haki lightning, smashed toward Gion.
Gion didn't dodge. She met the attack with her own Haki-clad fist. The collision erupted in a deafening boom, the resulting shockwave violently blasting Perospero and the others right off the deck. However, Gion was not a monster built for pure strength. The Yonko's sheer physical might sent her flying backward for dozens of meters. She tumbled through the air a few times, a trail of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. A crisp crack echoed from her right arm—it was clearly broken.
"You overconfident little brat! A Vice Admiral is still just a Vice Admiral! How dare you try to clash head-on with an Emperor!" Big Mom laughed maniacally, mocking her.
But her laughter was abruptly cut short. Hovering in mid-air, Gion raised her left hand and gently pressed it against her fractured right arm.
"Horse Talisman: Healing."
A gentle white light flashed. At a speed visible to the naked eye, Gion's twisted right arm snapped perfectly back into place. The blood at the corner of her mouth vanished. Even her slightly erratic breathing returned to its absolute peak condition in the blink of an eye.
"WHAT… WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ABILITY IS THIS!?" Perospero crawled out from a pile of splintered wood, pointing at Gion and screaming as if he had seen a ghost.
Even Marco's Phoenix flames required stamina to regenerate damage. But Gion's completely unreasonable, instant full-health restoration shattered the common sense of the pirate world entirely! Big Mom's face turned exceedingly ugly. Her thoughts violently snapped back to her rebellious son, Katakuri. He had taken a single trip through Blake's tavern and acquired that unkillable "Demon God Body." And now, even a mere gatekeeping Marine Vice Admiral had mastered this bizarre, reality-defying power!
"Old hag, I'll warn you one last time. Either line up nicely and walk in like a normal customer, or I'll dismantle your broken ship into firewood right here and now." Gion adjusted her grip on Konpira, aiming the tip straight at Big Mom.
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