novelonline Chapter 2484 The Warring States Period's View on Sand Crocodiles!
Chapter 2484 The Warring States Period's View on Sand Crocodiles!
Chapter 2484 The Warring States Period's View on Sand Crocodiles!
As soon as Sakazuki finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the meeting room.
If the analysis from the Warring States period is correct.
Crocodile is now in an awkward predicament.
Kong asked in a deep voice, "Then, what is the way to break this deadlock?"
With a deep gaze, Zhan Guo slowly said, "There may only be one way to break this vicious cycle."
"It is to fulfill his wish and allow the Sand-Sand Fruit to complete its second awakening."
"When obsessions are satisfied, mental obstacles naturally dissipate."
"At that moment, Crocodile's profound foundation, accumulated over many years for the 'Second Awakening,' will no longer be bound by a single direction."
"The accumulation of knowledge and experience will likely have a chain reaction with his already near-critical level of domineering cultivation."
"Like a dam breaking, the awakening of colorless dominance may naturally follow."
"It can even reach an extremely high level in one fell swoop."
Zefa crossed his arms and thoughtfully took over the conversation.
"In other words, if he succeeds, his strength will experience a terrifying leap."
"It is very likely that they will directly surpass those who have already reached the level of Martial God."
"Just like you are now."
Zefa's deep gaze fell upon Sengoku, whose radiant aura behind his head was impossible to ignore.
"In theory."
The Warring States period readily accepted this explanation, maintaining a calm and low-key attitude throughout.
"But ultimately, it is his own path."
"Whether this cycle can be broken in the end, and when it will be broken, depends on Crocodile himself."
"But I believe that sooner or later he will naturally succeed and truly grasp the mystery of the power of the sand."
Soon everyone's attention turned to the virtual screen again.
Crocodile, currently in the Marineford arc of RL1111, has encountered his second challenger.
He remained calm and assertive, a smoking cigar dangling from his lips, a mocking smile on his face.
The black coat of justice, swaying in the wind, blended almost into the night.
The cool moonlight shone on this 500,000 square kilometer desert.
But as time and space rewind, all traces quickly return to their original state.
Crocodile paid no attention to the ruins that had sprung up around him.
It still stands in the same place as before, as if it were rooted there.
The glow of the cigar in his mouth flickered intermittently, like a solitary lighthouse in the night.
Despite the battle that had just ended, there was no sign of fatigue on his face.
There was only a bottomless calm.
It didn't take long.
The space rippled slightly a hundred meters ahead, and the second challenger had appeared.
General Doberman.
A veteran general who was transferred from the Navy to the Army.
Along with Flying Squirrel, Oni Spider, Dalmesia, and Stockerberry, he all came from the Zephyr Training Camp.
His face was resolute, even ferocious, with a long scar running through his left eye, adding to his menacing appearance.
He was wearing an army general's overcoat of justice, over which was a crisp dark purple suit.
He had a simple, antique-style samurai sword hanging at his waist.
He believed in absolute, even ruthless, justice, was harsh on his subordinates, and had a polarized reputation.
But no one doubts its formidable strength.
"General Sand Crocodile".
Doberman's voice was like sandpaper scraping, carrying an undeniable firmness.
"To uphold absolute justice, to follow in the footsteps of Admiral Akainu, and to sweep away all filth that hinders justice."
"I, Doberman, am determined to take this general's position!"
As he spoke, his left hand was already on the hilt of the knife.
A sharp and unparalleled aura began to rise, like a blade drawn from its sheath.
Crocodile glanced at the other man indifferently and exhaled a smoke ring:
"Leave your nonsense to Sakazuki."
He wasn't familiar with Doberman and was much colder towards Capone Becky.
Moreover, he was quite rude to Sakazuki in his words.
This also angered Doberman.
In his mind, Crocodile was inferior to Sakazuki in every way.
"Humph!"
Doberman said no more and went all out from the start.
"Breathing of the Wind. True Wind Howl!"
He let out a low roar, and the air around him instantly became violent, not an illusory sword aura, but a natural wind stirred up by reality.
A fierce, howling wind surrounded him.
The dust from the road beneath our feet was whipped up, quickly forming a whirlwind.
They wantonly destroyed the surrounding houses, ground, and vehicles.
"Sky-Shattering Slash!"
He instantly drew his sword with his left hand.
This Imperial Arms, named 'Storm Cutter', has a translucent, azure-colored blade that blends into the raging wind, making its trajectory impossible to detect with the naked eye.
All that could be heard was a deafening tearing sound.
A wind blade strike that almost disregarded the short distance of a hundred meters.
It had already cleaved right in front of Crocodile.
Admiral Doberman's strike was centered on the level of a great swordsman, incorporating the essence of Wind Breathing: True Technique, High-Speed Sword, and Wind-Slicing Sword, along with the indispensable Armament Haki.
He called it the 'Absolute Wind Sword Technique,' meaning the sword of absolute justice.
Both in terms of power and skill, it far surpasses that of Shinazugawa Sanemi, who is known as the "Vice Admiral of the Wind Pillar".
however.
Crocodile's expression didn't even change.
He simply raised his right hand and casually swung his golden hook at the incoming wind blade.
A sand blade, composed of billions of extremely vibrating sand grains, instantly took shape.
Although the sand blade is not as large as the wind blade, its condensation level far surpasses that of the latter.
Its vibration frequency reached an extremely terrifying level.
The edge of the sand blade even glowed red with fire due to the high-speed friction with the air.
next moment.
The two sides clashed violently in the center of the ruined city.
"laugh----"
There were no earth-shattering explosions.
There was only one sharp, ear-piercing sound, like cloth being forcibly torn apart, mixed with the shattering of crystals.
Doberman's 'Empty Slash' made contact with the Sand Blade at the instant.
The seemingly stable wind blade structure was completely dismantled by the more violent and chaotic sand blades.
Like fragile glass striking a diamond, it instantly shatters into chaotic airflow.
The Sand Blade continued its momentum even after easily defeating the Wind Blade.
With its heart-pounding high-frequency vibrations, intense heat, slight ionization, and terrifying death screams, it hurtled straight toward Doberman's face.
Doberman's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
His intense sense of crisis left him no time to think.
They can only rely on their honed fighting instincts, superb physical skills, and proficient Observation Haki.
He suddenly turned to the side, dodging the sand blade that swept past him at the last second.
The sand blade, carrying a wave of heat, whistled past his ears, lifting his billowing Justice Coat.
It eventually disappeared into the darkness behind him, traversing half the city before finally vanishing.
At the same time, a huge, bottomless crack was formed.
Doberman quickly steadied himself, listening to the sound of the high-rise building collapsing behind him. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was utterly horrified.
"A casual strike has such power?!"
Although I watched the fight between the opponent and Capone Bege via live stream.
But when you actually fight Crocodile, the intense pressure is overwhelming.
"Phantom. Afterimage of the Wind!"
Doberman had no choice but to grit his teeth and launch an offensive to fight for that increasingly faint hope.
His figure suddenly blurred as he charged forward, transforming into dozens of clones accompanied by a whirlwind.
They attacked Crocodile simultaneously from the ground and the air.
Each afterimage unleashed a fierce slash, the eerie green wind blades weaving a web of death.
The land and buildings along the way were instantly torn apart and then thrown dozens of meters into the air by the strong wind.
"boring."
Crocodile's voice remained indifferent, showing no interest in the dazzling array of clones.
"Shalan."
This move of his has become a challenge that almost every challenger must face.
(End of this chapter)