radicalducati Chapter 1750 Transitional Form - Blood Bomb
Chapter 1750 Transitional Form - Blood Bomb
The pool of blood that the giant black serpent had transformed into was constantly expanding and boiling. As unsettling noises emanated from it, its area had grown wildly from an initial diameter of about one meter to a radius of tens of meters.
The thick, dark red blood plasma, constantly bubbling, emitted a strong, foul stench, resembling a small swamp of flesh and blood.
This bizarre phenomenon sent a chill down the spines of everyone who witnessed it – whether they were sailors or pirates.
They imitated Sesshomaru, who always had an expressionless face, and retreated in panic, afraid of being touched by that eerie pool of blood.
Even Sesshomaru himself frowned slightly, his cold golden eyes silently watching the changes in the pool of blood.
As expected, no Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit is weak. This time, it's a battle between a Mythical Zoan and the strongest Paramecia type.
"What is that?" Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, suddenly noticed a dense and noisy buzzing sound coming from the depths of the boiling pool of blood, like countless hungry flies frantically flapping their wings.
Soon, dozens of pitch-black spheres, each about the size of a fist, with rapidly rotating surfaces, slowly rose from the pool of blood and hovered about one meter above the ground.
At first, Whitebeard didn't pay any attention.
But when he saw the surface of those black spheres begin to show fine, spiderweb-like cracks, and wisps of dark red blood seeping from the cracks, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He realized—it wasn't a ball at all, but hundreds of miniature blood bullets made of highly compressed and condensed blood plasma mixed with some kind of evil energy!
This is a transitional, yet extremely dangerous, attack state for Kurozumi Orochi before he completes his final transformation.
"Damn it—dodge!!" Whitebeard roared, his voice like thunder echoing across the entire battlefield. He gripped the Murakumogiri tightly, his muscles tensing instantly.
A few seconds later, the dozens of suspended black blood spheres suddenly exploded at the same time.
Countless tiny, black blood droplets, each the size of a fingernail and moving at incredible speed, swept outwards from the pool of blood in an indiscriminate, clearing attack, like bullets fired from a high-speed machine gun!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!" The sharp, piercing sound of air being torn apart blended into a terrifying death symphony.
Whitebeard reacted extremely quickly, rapidly spinning his massive Murakumogiri in front of him with both hands. The naginata transformed into an impenetrable, silver-white blade wheel, like a rapidly spinning windmill blade, blocking all the blood droplets that were aimed at him.
The clanging and banging sounds were like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal, with sparks flying everywhere.
The rest of the blood droplets were mercilessly shot at the innocent people around them who had no time to retreat or had no time to react—whether they were pirates or marines!
"Ugh!"
"my hand!"
"Help……"
Even after hearing Whitebeard's warning, even while wearing heavy armor, and even at the last moment using Armament Haki for defense, it was all in vain.
Those seemingly tiny, jet-black blood beads possessed a strange property that seemed to ignore all physical defenses, easily penetrating their bodies.
A dense cloud of blood mist instantly erupted within a radius of over a kilometer.
Countless pirates and marines fell down, howling in agony. Their limbs were broken by the blood droplets, and their bodies were riddled with gaping, bloody holes.
Those who didn't even have time to scream were hit directly in the head or heart by the blood droplets and died on the spot!
Even the Moby Dick behind Edward Newgate was bombarded by more than a dozen blood beads on its massive bow. Deep craters were punched into the sturdy wooden hull, wood chips flew everywhere, and the ship creaked as if it were about to collapse under the weight.
Marco faithfully kept his promise to his father, and without hesitation, he shielded the people who were being shot at Kozuki and the corpses with his own body.
The phoenix's azure healing flames burned wildly as it used its physical body to withstand this fatal blow.
The drops of blood hit his body, which was burning with blue flames, making muffled "plop" sounds and leaving charred marks. However, thanks to the powerful regenerative ability of the Phoenix Fruit, these injuries healed quickly and were not considered serious wounds.
Edward Newgate glanced back at the Moby Dick and saw that there were only a few wounded on board, and no one had died, which reassured him somewhat.
But when his gaze swept in other directions, the horrific scene of corpses strewn across the land made his heart clench with rage once again.
The number of dead and injured has probably reached several hundred, all thanks to that bastard Kurozumi Orochi!
"Kurotan-Orochi-!!" Seeing this, Whitebeard, who was furious to the extreme, could no longer bear it.
He roared and raised the Murakumogiri high in his hand once again. This time, the blade was not only wrapped in a destructive, vibrating white light, but also covered with streaks of black and red, terrifying lightning that kept exploding.
Conqueror's Haki Entanglement is a top-tier technique that materializes the supreme Conqueror's Haki and wraps it around an attack. It is most effective against Devil Fruit users who are overconfident in their abilities.
If your aura stat is high enough, you can practically one-shot a "kid"!
"Die—!!!" With a roar filled with boundless killing intent, Whitebeard's Supreme Grade Sword, carrying black and red lightning wreathed in Conqueror's Haki and earth-shattering power, slashed towards the still boiling and expanding pool of strange blood.
He intended to use this strike not only to kill Orochi, but also to completely collapse the entire area where he had transformed.
Let that damned guy, along with his disgusting abilities, fall from Marineford forever.
Just as Murakumogiri's blade was about to make contact with the viscous blood, a hideous and terrifying hand suddenly emerged from the depths of the blood.
That was definitely not a human hand.
It was exceptionally thick, with muscles that bulged and twisted like massive tree roots. Its surface had no skin, only dark red muscle fibers that constantly wriggled and dripped with blackish-red mucus.
This monstrous claw, surprisingly, gripped the blade of the Murakumogiri precisely, halting the devastating strike abruptly above the pool of blood.
"clang--!!!"
A deep, muffled roar, like two mountains colliding, erupted with a frenzied explosion of black and red lightning.
The moment the Supreme Grade Sword made contact with the monster's hand, two equally ferocious and conquering Conqueror's Haki began their most direct and dangerous close-range confrontation.
Lightning bolts leaped wildly between the blade and the monstrous hand, ionizing the surrounding air and giving it a burnt smell, while the ground cracked inch by inch.
Stalemate!
A brief, yet suffocating stalemate!
A flicker of disbelief crossed Edward Newgate's eyes, which were burning with rage.
He sensed it.
What emanated from that ugly, ferocious hand was not only brute strength and the eerie life force brought by the fruit's ability, but also a genuine, undeniable quality of a king.
He never imagined that the seemingly despicable Orochi, who only dared to plot in the shadows and who rose to power through usurpation and betrayal, would actually possess the qualifications to be a king!
Are the qualifications for becoming a King of Glory player so cheap now?
What kind of nobody deserves this power? What kind of nobody dares to stand in front of him and fight him?!