Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece

Chapter 147 The Final Counterattack

"It's over...it's all over..."

Spandam collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, his face ashen, tears mixed with snot streaming down his cheeks. He could no longer make a sound, only his heavy breathing like that of a dying wild dog.

The fear that spread from the depths of his bones completely broke him down. It was more despairing than facing death. The World Government would not let him go, even though his father was the leader of CP0.

Bai Yu stood still, watching the battle unfold on the sea, his eyes remaining calm. He turned to Nico Robin beside him and said softly, "Robin, do you see that?"

"The Buster Call you've feared for ten years is nothing more than this."

"From this day forward, nothing can hurt you anymore."

The sea breeze ruffled Robin's long hair. She looked at the two figures standing on the sea, at the collapsing Spandam, at the destroyed Buster Call fleet, and her eyes reddened slightly. So everyone was this strong?!

Above the sea, the magic had not yet dissipated. The five vice admirals who had been defeated by Artoria lay sprawled on the flagship's deck. The excruciating pain from broken bones and the churning of their blood left them with barely the strength to lift their hands.

Doberman leaned against the broken mast, his chest heaving violently, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes had long lost the arrogance of a lieutenant general, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Onigumo lay unconscious beside the cannon, eight sharp blades scattered on the ground, his body dented and deformed, utterly powerless to fight again.

Stolberg was pulled back onto the deck by the soldiers, soaking wet and barely able to stand.

The flying squirrel leaned against the ship's side, a deep, bone-revealing sword wound on its chest, its breath extremely weak, its eyes tightly closed.

In fact, all four of them had already seen the reality before them—the blonde woman wielding the holy sword and the gentle woman in the white haori were beings beyond their comprehension. Their power had long surpassed the understanding of a vice admiral, and it should have required the intervention of an admiral.

Faced with such an opponent, resistance would only increase casualties. It was fortunate that the opponent did not kill them all. So they simply stopped struggling, let their injuries spread, and gave up completely, not even bothering to lift their heads.

Only Huoshaoshan, supporting himself with his broken katana, knelt on one knee on the deck, his scarlet eyes fixed on Artoria in mid-air and Unohana Retsu walking slowly in the distance, his humiliation and resentment burning wildly like a raging fire.

He was a senior vice admiral in the Navy Headquarters, who had fought countless battles throughout his life, slaying pirates and suppressing rebellions. He wielded a famous sword and his swordsmanship was among the best in the Navy. He always considered himself a righteous and iron-blooded man, so how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

To have his sword energy shattered and his righteous coat torn apart by a seemingly delicate woman's sword, without even touching the hem of her garment, was more painful than being killed.

"A woman... she actually lost to a woman! The one who slipped through the net ten years ago..."

Fire Mountain growled in a low voice, his teeth grinding together. The wound at the corner of his mouth reopened, and blood flowed down his jaw. He could not accept that his proud strength was so vulnerable in front of two women, and he could not accept that his fleet and colleagues were so easily crushed. This was the most thorough trampling on his dignity as a naval vice admiral.

Ignoring his broken ribs and torn muscles, Huoshaoshan clenched his teeth and unleashed the power hidden deep within him, returning to life.

A pale blue aura instantly enveloped his entire body, his muscles writhed wildly, his bones cracked and snapped back into place, his previously sunken chest slowly swelled up, and his severed blood vessels and meridians healed at a visible speed. His previously pale face regained a sickly flush.

In the blink of an eye, Fire Mountain forcibly repaired most of its injuries by returning to life. It suddenly stood up, and a violent aura burst out from its body. Armament Haki wrapped around the blade like a black MTR train.

"I refuse to accept this!!"

He roared to the sky, his voice hoarse yet filled with violence, his gaze fixed on Retsu Unohana as she slowly approached. In his eyes, Artoria's power was too domineering and difficult to contend with.

The seemingly gentle and harmless woman in white before him was merely using strange powers to slaughter soldiers; her swordsmanship was certainly inferior to his.

"Damn it, you wretched woman, daring to brandish your weapons before me? Today I will slay you and wash away this humiliation!"

Huoshaoshan stomped his foot hard on the deck, and the wooden deck instantly cracked with countless spiderweb-like fissures. His figure shot out like an arrow, and the samurai sword in his hand was wrapped with the Armament Haki he had been fully unleashed. He slashed out with a strike that was enough to cut through steel. The wind from the blade howled and went straight for Unohana Retsu's head. The move was ruthless and left no room for mercy.

With this strike, he exerted all his strength, unleashing decades of swordsmanship. The speed of the strike was so fast that it even produced a sonic boom. In his eyes, this strike was enough to cleave the white-clad woman in front of him in two.

However, faced with this fatal strike, Retsu Unohana merely raised her eyes slightly, her gentle face showing no emotion whatsoever. Only deep within her eyes, a fierce ferocity surged forth, like an ancient beast that had been sleeping, slowly opening its eyes.

She didn't even speed up; her steps remained light, as if strolling in her own courtyard. With a slight lift of her wrist, the Zanpakuto at her waist silently unsheathed, its blade curved and gleaming with a faint red light. There was no earth-shattering spiritual pressure, no dazzling light; it was just a simple flick.

clang--!!

The deafening clang of metal against metal echoed across the sea, so piercing that all the naval soldiers present covered their ears, their heads throbbing with pain.

The powerful strike from the mountain was easily parried by Retsu Unohana's light, effortless slash, as if made of paper. The immense recoil swept through his body along the blade, numbing his arm, causing his hand to split open and blood to gush out. The katana nearly slipped from his grasp and flew away.

"What?!"

Fire Mountain's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, true fear rose in his heart. However, his stubbornness and unwillingness made him refuse to back down. He suddenly drew his sword and changed his move. The exquisite moves of the Navy swordsmanship came one after another. He slashed, cut, thrust, flicked, and slashed. The sword shadows were numerous, and he attacked Unohana Retsu's vital points like a storm. His Armament Haki was pushed to the extreme. Each strike was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, in Retsu Unohana's eyes, his swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was full of flaws and as childish as a child playing around.

Unohana Retsu moved slightly, her steps light and agile. No matter how violent or cunning Huoshaoshan's blade strikes were, they always missed by a hair's breadth and could not touch even a sliver of her clothing.

The curved Zanpakuto in her hand was like a nimble venomous snake. Every parry and every flick was extremely precise, easily neutralizing all of Fire Mountain's attacks and even gradually eroding his sword momentum.

The clanging sounds continued incessantly, but it was no longer a clash between evenly matched forces; instead, it was a one-sided toying and crushing.