Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King-Chapter 587 - 345: A Type I’m Not Good at Dealing With
"This is really..."
Shanks, bleeding heavily, moved his eyes downward. Except for his passive reaction to being hit, it seemed there was no other effect.
Those eyes filled with a sharp glare.
"Impressive!"
Crackle!
The red lightning emitting from the blade was even more intense than before, momentarily suppressing the Haki that Sage unleashed.
Bam bam bam!
At that moment, several gunshots rang out.
Sage’s cape flicked behind him, once again stirring up a storm of wind and thunder, blocking the incoming bullets. Yet, due to mutual offset with Haki, the storm slightly weakened.
"Hah!"
Beckman reversed the gun barrel, wielding the long rifle like a club, imbued with Haki, it plunged towards Sage’s forehead.
Meanwhile, Lucky Roux’s hefty body punched through the weakened storm, attacking from another angle.
Nearby, Yasopp, already aiming, locked on more precisely this time. His bullets found the blind spot, heading toward a place Sage would surely not defend, a direct shot to the forehead.
"You’ve lost!"
Beckman shouted loudly, the gun butt was about to strike Sage’s head.
In his eyes, there was still a deep shock.
That style of fighting was something seen for the first time.
It was beyond exchanging injury for injury, it reached a reckless level where one’s body seemed of no concern.
The overflow from Haki clashes created shock waves so strong that anyone would be repelled first, avoiding it, waiting for the aftermath to dissipate before attacking.
Yet Sage charged right through it, seemingly indifferent to injury, but this approach gave him an advantage, allowing him to strike Shanks.
But...
This was as far as it went!
They could all see, Sage’s Haki strength was just this; if he continued with that aerial fighting style, it might take a long time for results to show.
His arrogance in breaching their vessel alone meant that failure was inevitable.
All his Haki was defending against Shanks’s attack; he had no extra strength to ward off other assaults!
"Why should I defend?!"
Sage suddenly turned his head, seeming to see through Beckman’s intentions, baring his eerie white teeth. His legs and feet stirred up wind and thunder, stimulated by lightning like instant teleportation, thrusting forth like a sword.
This attack...
Beckman’s eyes carried a hint of red, consciously shifting sideways during the attack, just as he planned to avoid the swift kick, a gigantic shadow suddenly enveloped his entire body.
It was a toe, magnified countless times, larger than anyone’s!
Bang!
The massive attack, at instant teleportation-like speed, even if seen in that split second, was unavoidable at this moment.
Beckman was struck squarely by the toe, and even without Haki, the sheer force was irresistible, sending him flying.
In an instant, the enormous foot reverted to normal, Sage’s upper body sank downward, dodging Lucky Roux’s swinging punch, drifting past, his shoulder bumping into Roux’s hefty chest.
Bang!
Lucky Roux, like a pinball, was also sent flying by this immense force.
Simultaneously, as the shoulder made contact, Sage’s foot, which had been kicked out and reverted, didn’t retract but hovered, swirling in the air, creating smoke rings and elevating his body. His other hand reached backward, transforming into a hand blade, cleaving at the incoming bullets.
Whiz!
Upon contact, the bullet, infused with potent Haki, tore into Sage’s palm, but just halfway through, his palm spun rapidly, generating an unusual soft force, swiftly neutralizing the full momentum and impact, clutching the bloodied bullet in his hand.
North Star Soft Fist!
Bam!
The bullet just entered his hand, his thumb pressed down, flipping it outward with force, reflecting back with even more power than a gunshot.
Yasopp’s pupils shrank, instinctively tilting his head, half his dreadlocked hair was fanned out by the impact, a bloody groove appeared on his cheek!
The trio’s attack was intercepted and retaliated, all in a flash, Sage’s body soared into the air, with the blade clashing against his fist, constantly gliding closer to Red Hair.
At this moment, Haki clashes erupted, the blade cutting through creating a split, the red lightning blade flashed, sweeping down, slashing diagonally across Sage’s chest.
Sage’s Haki, shattered!
Whiz!!
"Hmm!!"
Sage’s eyes filled entirely with crimson, as the blade descended, crashing forehead-first into Red Hair’s brow, the immense force knocking him back several paces.
He clicked his tongue, disregarding the fresh gash on his forehead, swinging the descending blade to deliver a Reverse Kasaya, yet amidst the red lightning, it slashed only at air.
Thud thud thud!
Separating momentarily, Sage’s feet propelled him through smoke rings, reaching high altitude, caught by the dark clouds.
Although the clouds granted him flight capabilities, for speed, his own use of Moon Step was faster, especially in his current posture! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
"Boss!"
"Leader!"
"Shanks!"
At this point, everyone shouted out loud, rushing over.
Shanks stopped his retreating body, waved his hand, deeply inhaling, "I’m okay."
"That guy’s body techniques..."
Beckman quickly rushed from the back of the ship, his expression becoming exceedingly solemn.
Despite not having dodged earlier, he narrowly managed to defend with Haki, avoiding serious harm.
But that wasn’t the issue the issue was the devastating power.
How to explain that?
He wasn’t someone like Jozu, who, as a Twinkle-Twinkle Fruit User, could transform his whole body into a weapon.
Nor was he the type whose entire body could become blades.
He was just a guy adept in body techniques, but his proficiency was extraordinary!
The instantaneous response and combat skills utilized all parts of the body; his expertise in body techniques... it was beyond mere skill and power.
"His body techniques are incredibly strong!"
Shanks nodded solemnly, along with everyone else, looking up.
The attack he launched earlier was mitigated by Haki, elsewise the injury would have been severe!
However, regarding the cut...
Shanks lifted his gaze, suddenly his pupils contracted, an incredulous look upon his face.
Surrounding individuals also changed their complexion.
In the sky, above the dark clouds, that white-haired man with his head slightly lowered, his hand graphically wounded by bullets was wrapped in blood-red smoke, the deep slash across his chest lined with seven scars, healing rapidly!
"Hey, no way..." Yasopp was shocked, "Is that guy a monster?"
Shanks gritted his teeth, his face tensed.
Earlier during the fast-paced battle, he hadn’t noticed, but now thinking about it...
Those earlier injuries from pushing through the shock wave were already healed, not a trace of scars left!
And now...
The monster in the sky, with cloud aura surging around his shoulders, every stir intensified the white smoke.
And made those supposedly severe injuries, which might cause hand disability or leave permanent scars on the chest...
Rapidly heal!
"Heh heh heh..."
Sage lifted his head, looking skyward, hands spread open.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Each burst of laughter accelerated the healing of his injuries.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Rumble!
The black-red lightning seemed to be pulled entirely from the clouds, flashing in the sky, making the already ominous space flicker with terrifying black-red light.
Illuminating that unrestrained figure and maniacal smile.
Shanks sighed softly, shrugged, presenting a relaxed yet slightly distressed smile to the group:
"Seems like not my best type to deal with."
