radicalducati Chapter 82 Conditions for Unlocking Overpowering Aura...
Chapter 82 Conditions for Unlocking Overpowering Aura...
Chapter 82 Conditions for Unlocking Overpowering Aura...
The training continued until noon.
Zoro and Zeff were so weak they could barely stand, relying entirely on their willpower to stay upright.
But Steel Hand finally called a halt.
"That's fine."
""
Steel Hand looked at the two of them.
"That's enough for today. Go back, eat, rest, and really think about how you felt when you were beaten. Especially that impulse of your body to instinctively resist when the pain reached its limit."
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That is the seed of your domineering spirit.
The two of them almost collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, too exhausted to even speak.
Steel Hand walked to the bucket next to him, scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on his head, then shook his wet blond hair.
His training clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining his breathtaking curves, but Steel Hand's breathing remained steady, as if the intense battle just now was merely a warm-up.
Norton sat up from his cloud bed.
He walked over, looked at the collapsed Zoro and Zeff, and then looked at Steel Hand.
"How is it?"
"A promising talent."
Steel Hand wiped the water from his face. "Swordsmen have the best aptitude, strong killing intent, and unwavering will. They have a high probability of awakening Armament Haki."
"The old man's Observation Haki is more outstanding. He is experienced and calm. He just needs to break his established physical habits."
Steel Hand paused, then looked at Norton.
"And you, silver-haired?" Steel Hand raised an eyebrow. "I saw you lying down the whole time. What, not interested in domineering aura?"
Although the people on the high seas generally believe that the silver-haired Norton who defeated the hero Garp must possess Haki, Steel Hand has the talent to sense this.
Steel Hands couldn't sense any domineering aura from Norton.
Norton was silent for a few seconds.
"I can't learn it." After a moment, Norton coughed softly.
Steel Hand paused for a moment.
"What do you mean?"
She was a little confused. She couldn't learn it?
If you can't even learn Haki, how did you defeat Garp?
Steel Hands had fought Garp more than ten years ago. Although that man was getting old, the power of his fists hadn't diminished much.
"Literal meaning." Norton looked at Steel Hand. "I've tried. Feeling the aura, focusing my will, imagining the flow of energy... I've tried everything. Nothing worked."
Steel Hand squinted and looked Norton up and down.
"Come here."
Norton walked up to Steelhand.
Steel Hand reached out and placed it on Norton's chest, closing his eyes as if sensing something.
A few seconds later, Steel Hand opened his eyes, his gaze turning strange.
"—What's wrong with your body?"
Steel Hand withdrew his hand, his tone filled with disbelief, "I can't sense any barrier."
"An ordinary person's potential for dominance is like a seed crushed by a stone; it needs to break through its shell to sprout. But you—you don't even have a shell."
Steel Hand stared at Norton: "Your physical strength has reached an unbelievable level."
Domineering aura is the external manifestation of life energy, and Norton's life energy is—too vast.
In Steelhand's perception, that life force directly affected Norton's physical body, so vast that it was... boundless!
Norton didn't say anything.
Steelhand walked around Norton, as if studying a rare weapon.
"I've heard some rumors about you—I used to think they were exaggerations." Steel Hand stopped, his expression serious. "But now I believe it. Your body itself is 'ultimate Armament Haki'."
"So, I can't comprehend Haki?" Norton asked.
"It's not that it's impossible, it's just too difficult." Steel Hand shook his head. "Domineering aura requires being forced by extreme pressure in a life-or-death crisis to break free of its shackles and awaken. But you..."
Steel finger pointed at Norton's chest.
"What kind of crisis makes you feel the threat of life and death?"
Norton remained silent.
"Your physical body is too strong, so strong that most attacks are just tickles to you. You can't feel the fear of impending death, nor the determination of fighting to the death."
Steel Hand shrugged. "Without extreme pressure, the seed of dominance will never sprout. That's an ironclad rule."
After a pause, Steel Hand suddenly grinned.
"However, I do have an idea."
"What?"
"Let's fight!"
Steel Hand stretched his shoulders, his knuckles cracking.
"I will attack you with all my might. Perhaps my domineering aura will give you enough of a shock."
Norton looked at Steel Hand, and after a moment, nodded.
"it is good."
So the two walked to the center of the open space.
Zoro and Zeff struggled to their feet and looked towards the arena.
Enel also looked up. Nami and Frye sat up straight on the cloud bed.
Steel Hand took a deep breath, and the air around him began to distort. It fluctuated violently and visibly!
It was as if the space around the steel hand had become a block of iron under high temperature, causing light to refract and objects to distort.
On the surface of Steel Hand's skin, a deep, almost black metallic sheen slowly emerged, not as a static cover, but as a liquid that flowed from his arm to his shoulder and then to his torso.
In that instant, Steel Hand's aura changed!
When training Zoro and Zeff, Steel Hand was like a mountain, heavy and steady.
Now, Steel Hand is like a hammer drawn from its sheath, ready to crush everything in its path. It is violent, ferocious, and carries an oppressive aura that can crush everything in its path.
This is the true form of "Steel Hand," and the origin of the name "Steel Hand"! A top bounty hunter from Roger's era, who personally arrested several great pirates with bounties exceeding 500 million!
Norton stood facing the menacing Steel Hand, his hands hanging at his sides, making no attempt to strike a pose.
The aura that made Zoro and Zeff's faces sting was like a gentle breeze in his eyes.
"Is King going to make a move?" Zeff murmured.
At the same time, Steel Hand's pupils suddenly contracted! His Observation Haki was issuing a frantic warning!
Death comes like the wind, rushing towards you!
Steel Hand's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, but she did not back down. Instead, she gritted her teeth and unleashed her domineering aura to the extreme!
Armament Haki flowed across his entire body, and the cloud-like ground beneath Steel Hand's feet began to sink! Steel Hand concentrated all his will, all his momentum, and all his life energy into his right fist!
This punch, the pinnacle of Tsurugi Ryuo's technique, was powerful enough to pierce through a warship's armor—
"Steel Hand - Piercing Star Fist!"
The ground beneath Steel Hand's feet collapsed with a deafening roar, creating a crater three meters in diameter, and his body transformed into a black and red afterimage!
In front of the fist, the air was compressed to its limit, forming a cone-shaped white shock wave that plowed a deep trench in the clouds and ground wherever it passed!
Time seemed to slow down in that second.
Nami covered her mouth.
Fu Ning's pupils dilated.
Zoro and Zeff held their breath.
Enel's eyes widened.
In their vision, Steel Hand's fist, carrying the force of destruction, slammed towards Norton's chest!
However, Norton simply clenched his fist, gathered his strength, and prepared to swing!
In that instant, which was beyond the reach of the naked eye, Steel Hand, through his Observation Haki, sensed the immense terror between life and death!
"Stop!!!" Steel Hand's body screamed instinctively before his brain could even react.
Norton's fist stopped in front of Steel Hand. Steel Hand stood there, trembling all over. His right fist was still in a forward-throwing posture, but the thick Armament Haki on his fist was rapidly dissipating like the receding tide.
Numerous capillaries ruptured on the skin's surface, leaving the entire arm covered in fine blood spots. Large beads of cold sweat dripped from Steel Hand's forehead, temples, and chin.
The only sound in the silence was the heavy, trembling breathing of the steel-handed man.
Norton slowly withdrew his fist.
"What's wrong?"
Steel Hand stared at him, his lips trembling before he finally spoke.
"I just thought—you were going to kill me," Steel Hand said, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
"That punch—if it really hit me—I would die. Not even ashes would be left."
After saying that, Steel Hand swallowed hard and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face.
"I was wrong... It's not that awakening Haki is 'too difficult' for you—it's simply impossible!"
Norton's level of power has exceeded the scope that the "Haki" system can measure.
"Domineering is the pinnacle of human power," but Norton's words, "You're not even human," cannot describe it.
More like a monster with a human body!
Norton smiled. "So?"
"Therefore, there's only one way if you want to master Haki!"
Steel Hand took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Let at least three—no, at least three or more of the strongest beings standing at the pinnacle of the world—besiege you simultaneously!"
"Moreover, it must be a monster that can truly threaten your life and push you to the brink of despair!"
"For example, the Navy Admirals, the Four Emperors themselves, and those reclusive old guys."
Steel Hand paused, then suddenly shook his head.
"Moreover, even then, the success rate is less than 10%. Because your body has become accustomed to absolute safety," it may not even feel a sense of "crisis."
Norton was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned.
"That sounds interesting."
Steel Hand looked at the relaxed smile on his face and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
This man genuinely thought that being "besieged by the world's top experts" was an "interesting" thing.
"—Monster," Steel Hand whispered.
Norton turned and walked toward the cloud bed.
"That concludes today's training. Steel Hand, I am very satisfied with your instruction."
He lay back on the cloud bed and closed his eyes. Nami and Funing leaned closer, somewhat worried, seemingly sensing Norton's emotional fluctuations.
As for domineering presence—let it be as it may.
Steelhand stood still, watching Norton's figure, then looked down at his right hand, which was still trembling slightly.
That arm, it almost disappeared just now.
Slowly clenching his fist, Steel Hand felt the lingering, near-collapse pain beneath his skin.
He then turned around, walked over to Zoro and Zeff who were sprawled on the ground, and picked them up, one in each hand.
"Let's go eat. We'll continue tonight."
"Again?!" Zeff's voice was filled with despair.
"Nonsense!" Steelhand laughed heartily. "Your captain's a monster; you can't afford to hold him back!"
The training lasted for five full days.
The mornings and evenings at Angel Beach were filled with the sounds of bangs, thuds, and booms, along with gasps and the sharp shouts of Steel Hand.
Zoro and Zeff were like two iron blanks being repeatedly forged, pushed to their limits every day, collapsing, being dragged away for meals and treatment, only to grit their teeth and return to the field the next day. Their wounds were layered upon layered, but the fire in their eyes grew ever more solid.
Enel initially resisted and stood by, but on the third day, he joined with a gloomy face.
After being "pulled" out of his elemental state for the third time by Steel Hand's fist covered in Armament Haki and slammed hard onto the cloud, he finally shut up and began to clumsily imitate, be beaten, and imitate again.
The changes are visible to the naked eye.
When Zoro draws his sword, the blade occasionally trails a faint, unstable black shadow—a sign that Armament Haki is about to take shape.
Although it only lasted for a moment, it was enough to make Steel Hand nod.
Zeff fights with his eyes closed most of the time, relying on experience and a kind of increasingly clear "intuition" to dodge most of Steel Hand's non-full-power attacks.
The seeds of perception, nurtured by pain and focused concentration, quietly sprout.
Enel is the most special. He already possesses a powerful talent for Observation Haki, and when his lightning attacks begin to combine with Armament Haki, the potential for a "qualitative change" made even Steel Hand take a second look at him.
"Once a Logia-type Devil Fruit user masters Haki, especially Armament Haki... it's a qualitative change."
During a break, Steel Hand, chugging water, said, "Lightning itself has speed and destructive power, and when covered with the penetration and hardening of Haki—tsk, you're really lucky. If you had met me sooner, you wouldn't have been a local tyrant on Skypiea for so long."
Enel's face darkened, but he did not refute.
The morning of the sixth day.
Norton sat up from his cloud bed. The soft cloud wisps rose and fell gently with his movement, like living creatures.
"It's time to go."
Nami emerged from the cabin, rubbing her eyes. "Are we going back to Qinghai?"
"Hmm." Norton jumped off the cloud bed, his bare feet touching the cool cloud beach. "Sky islands are nice, but we still have things to do."
""
After staying here for so long, I've had enough. Once the novelty wears off, there's nothing left to be attached to.
"Can your ship fly?" He looked at Enel, who paused for a moment, then raised his chin: "Of course. The Ark Maxim is a finished product; it only needs enough lightning to power it."
"Fill it with gold," Norton interrupted him. "Fill it with as much as you can."
"—What?"
"Gold." Norton pointed towards the dilapidated shrine in the distance. "Isn't there plenty over there? Tear it down, load it onto your ship. We're taking it back."
Enel's face twitched.
That was his shrine, his gold—
"That's mine now," Norton added.
Enel remained silent for a few seconds, then turned around and vanished as lightning.
Half an hour later, he returned, followed by a group of dejected Sky Island workers—all craftsmen he had previously forced to build shrines.
"dismantle."
Enel gave the order with a cold expression.
"Move all the movable gold ornaments, gold bricks, and gold artifacts onto the Ark Proverbs."
The craftsmen began their work with trepidation.
Steel Hand watched with his arms crossed, then whistled, "That's ruthless. But I like it; gold is hard currency in Qinghai."
Nami's eyes widened the moment the first batch of gold bricks were brought out.
Those were real "bricks," each the size of a pillow, thick and heavy, reflecting a weighty sheen in the morning light.
It has a warm, almost overflowing golden sheen.
The craftsmen worked in pairs, carrying the load on thick wooden levers, their feet sinking deep into the clouds, a testament to its weight.
One yuan, two yuan, ten yuan, twenty yuan —
Gold BRICS were continuously transported to Ark Proverbs, which was anchored in another cloud bay.