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Chapter 148 The Judgment of Sword 8
Huoshaoshan grew increasingly alarmed and desperate as the fight progressed. His arms grew heavier, his breathing became more erratic, and his strength was dwindling. Yet, the woman in white before him remained gentle and composed, her breathing steady without even a hint of disturbance. It was as if his attacks were nothing more than a gentle breeze to her.
"Your sword is too crude."
Unohana Retsu's gentle voice rang out, like winter ice piercing into the heart of the Fiery Mountain.
"Your moves are flashy but impractical, your power is weak and superficial, and your beliefs are utterly fragile. Your so-called justice is nothing but an excuse to bully the weak by abusing your power. You don't even understand the heart of the sword, yet you dare to call yourself a swordsman?"
The moment the words left her lips, Retsu Unohana's eyes turned cold, and her spiritual pressure, no longer restrained, erupted like a tsunami, her blade instantly radiating a chilling and ferocious aura.
This is the aura of the first Kenpachi, the most powerful swordsmanship aura in Soul Society!
Huoshaoshan felt his whole body stiffen, as if he were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move even a finger. His katana trembled violently, and his Armament Haki instantly collapsed. Like prey facing its natural enemy, he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.
He stared wide-eyed at the woman in white before him, at the curved, red-glowing Zanpakuto in her hand, and at her cold, emotionless eyes. He finally understood that the woman before him was someone he could not contend with, and that her previous gentleness was nothing more than pity for an ant.
"No...it's impossible..."
Huoshaoshan made a hoarse sound from his throat, and before he could finish speaking, Unohana Retsu had already moved.
There were no earth-shattering moves, no ferocious slashes, just a simple thrust.
puff!
The sharp, curved Zanpakuto pierced through Fire Mountain's throat as easily as piercing a thin sheet of paper. The tip of the blade emerged from the back of his neck, and blood dripped slowly down the curved blade, splashing onto the deck and blooming into eerie blood flowers.
Fire Mountain's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, but he couldn't make a sound, only hissing as he breathed out. His hands gripped the Zanpakuto that was piercing his throat tightly, his nails digging deep into the blade, but he couldn't budge it an inch.
With a slight flick of her wrist, Unohana Retsu pierced through the body of Kashoyama with her curved Zanpakuto and hoisted him high into the air. His feet left the ground, and he struggled helplessly in the air, blood gushing from the wound in his throat, staining the white deck and Unohana Retsu's white haori.
A sea breeze swept by, white robes fluttering in the wind. Unohana Retsu stood amidst a pool of blood, her face still gentle, but her eyes were icy cold, like a demon from hell. Her curved Zanpakuto pierced through the throat of the fire mountain, leaving him hanging in mid-air like a dead dog. The ferocious aura emanating from her, reminiscent of the first Kenpachi, silenced the entire sea.
Not far away, Doberman, Stolberg, and others watched this scene with icy coldness, not daring to even breathe.
As they gazed at the figure in white standing amidst the pool of blood, at the blood-stained, curved Zanpakuto in her hand, and at the Fiery Mountain, its throat pierced and hanging high, the last trace of resentment and resistance in their hearts vanished completely.
That wasn't a battle; it was God's judgment on ants, Kenpachi's crushing of mediocrity.
They finally understood that the people in front of them were not beings they could provoke, and that the Demon-Slaying Order meant nothing to them.
Fire Mountain's struggles grew weaker and weaker until finally its head lolled to the side, and it breathed its last. Its throat was still pierced by Retsu Unohana's Zanpakuto, and it hung in mid-air like a shameful specimen, demonstrating the fate of the provocateur.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of waves crashing against the warships and the sea breeze carrying the stench of blood across the waters off Enies Lobby.
Thousands of naval soldiers trembled, their weapons falling to the ground, no longer daring to resist. Of the five senior vice admirals, one was dead and four were wounded; of the ten warships, one was sunk and nine were destroyed. The Buster Call, the force symbolizing the absolute military power of the World Government, had become a complete joke in front of two women.
Bai Yu gently patted Robin's shoulder, his eyes remaining calm and undisturbed as he looked at the figure in white robes, holding a blood-stained Zanpakuto on the sea.
The deathly silence on the sea had not yet been broken. The corpse of Kashoyama was still suspended in mid-air, its throat pierced by Unohana Retsu's Zanpakuto. Blood dripped down the curved blade and fell onto the blood-stained deck with a chilling soft sound.
Doberman, Stolberg, and the others were still pretending to be dead, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. Their minds went blank as they stared at the figure in white, which was as white as snow but fierce and intimidating.
Thousands of naval soldiers had already abandoned their armor and weapons, trembling on the deck. The Buster Call fleet, which once symbolized the supreme authority of the World Government, was now nothing but broken hulls, dripping blood, and boundless fear.
Bai Yu gently put his arm around Robin's shoulder and said softly, "It's all over. There's no need for more killing. This person was one of the culprits who massacred Ohara back then, wasn't he? Now we should go."
Just as everyone was about to turn and leave, Artoria slowly raised her head in mid-air. Her eyes swept over the Enies Lobby, a symbol of the World Government's darkness and tyranny, and her gaze was devoid of any emotion, only displaying the absolute majesty of the King of Britain.
"Oppression, this is oppression of the people."
The orders issued from this island were among the instigators of Ohara's destruction. It is a sinful place that oppresses the weak and despises justice, a den of evil for the likes of Spandam who abuse their power, and the source of the ten-year shadow that has shrouded Robin's heart.
Keeping it is useless.
Only by destroying it can I find peace of mind.
Artoria slowly raised her right hand holding the sword, and Excalibur emitted a crisp hum in her palm. The golden magic power that had been restrained on the blade began to surge wildly, like a sleeping golden dragon slowly awakening.
The sea beneath her feet instantly calmed down, even the waves stopped crashing, as if all things in heaven and earth were awaiting the judgment of this king.
The next second, Artoria gripped the hilt of Excalibur with both hands, slowly raising the blade above her head. Brilliant golden magic erupted from her body, no longer the protective light that had enveloped her, but a golden torrent that pierced the heavens and earth, like the sun falling to earth, so dazzling that everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to look directly at it.
The sword emitted a light more dazzling than the stars, and Wang Wei once again swept across the heavens and earth. This time, it was no longer a pressure aimed at mortals, but a divine power capable of tearing space and destroying mountains.
The air currents were forcibly distorted by the magic, emitting a piercing whistle. The sea surface was pressed into a huge crater by an invisible force, and the cloudless sky was dyed a sacred and domineering gold by this golden light.
"Th-what is that...?"
Doberman struggled to lift his head, his pupils contracting violently with extreme fear as he stared at the golden holy sword that seemed to gather the power of heaven and earth. His throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
He had never seen such terrifying power before. It had long surpassed Haki, Devil Fruits, and the limits of human comprehension. This was the power of a god!