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Chapter 206 Drought Jack
Chapter 206 Drought Jack
The three people leading the group are the team leaders.
On the left is a burly man with gorilla arms, his arms thicker than his body, his fists like two iron hammers, and each step he takes leaves a deep footprint in the ground.
In the middle is a woman with cheetah legs. Her legs are long and powerful, and she moves as fast as the wind, leaving a trail of afterimages behind her when she runs.
On the right is a man with a rhinoceros's head. His head has been transformed into a rhinoceros's head, with a huge horn growing from his nose. The horn is coated with a deadly poison and gleams green in the morning light.
All three have bounties exceeding 300 million Berries, making them the three strongest members of the Beasts Pirates.
"That woman killed Lord Holdem!"
The burly man with the gorilla's arm roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding windows.
"Kill her! Avenge Lord Holdem!"
The woman with cheetah legs screamed, her voice sharp and piercing.
"Lord Kaido said, kill them all!"
The man with the rhinoceros head spoke in a deep, resonant voice, like a rumble coming from the earth.
Then a group of hundreds more arrived, and at the same time they let out a deafening roar.
"kill!"
The sounds coalesced into a massive wave of sound that echoed through the air, causing the entire street to tremble.
Rangiku watched as the more than three hundred people rushed towards her, her expression remaining unchanged.
She was still smiling.
But finally, a glimmer of seriousness appeared in those eyes.
"There seem to be over three hundred people—"
She muttered to herself, her hand gripping the hilt of her Zanpakuto once more.
"That's a bit too much, but—"
She drew her Zanpakuto.
The blade gleamed silver in the morning light, but the light vanished the next second, and the blade turned into a cloud of gray dust.
Dust drifted in the air like a thin layer of mist, but this time, the mist did not stay in place.
It is spreading.
Centered on Rangiku, the gray mist spread outwards in all directions like ripples, reaching out to the onrushing crowd.
Rangiku's voice was soft, but her Zanpakuto responded to her call.
The gray mist suddenly became active, as if it had a life of its own, and rushed towards the crowd.
The fog spread at an astonishing speed, covering the entire street almost in the blink of an eye.
The muscular gorilla at the forefront was the first to be enveloped in the fog.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
He roared and swung his huge gorilla arm at the mist, trying to disperse it.
But his arm pierced through the fog and hit nothing.
The fog was like an ethereal phantom, visible but intangible.
But it is not an illusion.
Because it began to coalesce on his arm.
Gray dust clung to his gorilla arm, covering every hair and every pore.
He began to lose feeling in his arm.
"No, this is!"
His eyes widened suddenly, and he tried to pull his arm back, but it was too late.
Dust spread upwards along his arm, like a gray venomous snake crawling along his veins and nerves.
Arms, shoulders, chest, neck, face.
In less than three seconds, his entire body was covered in gray dust.
His body froze, frozen in a fist-pumping pose, like a statue.
His eyes were still moving, his pupils filled with fear.
But he couldn't speak, couldn't move, and even breathing became difficult.
"The first one."
Rangiku's voice came from the mist, carrying a hint of languor.
The woman with cheetah legs saw the burly man's miserable state, her pupils contracted sharply, and her speed instantly increased to the limit.
Her legs were running wildly across the ground, as fast as lightning, leaving a long trail of afterimages behind her.
She wanted to break free from the fog.
She is indeed very fast.
She was so fast that even the fog couldn't catch up with her.
She broke free from the fog and rushed to the end of the street, about to turn into another street.
But she didn't go in.
Because a hand reached out from the mist and grabbed her ankle.
That hand was very fair and slender, and looked completely weak.
But it was this hand that made her body suddenly stop.
The momentum propelled her upper body forward, but her ankle was grabbed, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily to the ground.
Land face first.
Her face was rubbed against the ground for three or four meters, her skin was worn away, revealing the muscles and bones underneath, and blood flowed from her face, staining the ground red.
"You run pretty fast."
Rangiku's voice came from behind her, tinged with a hint of laughter.
"However, you can't escape."
The woman with the cheetah legs tried to struggle and get up from the ground, but the hand was incredibly strong, like an iron clamp, gripping her ankle tightly and rendering her immobile.
A gray mist spread from Rangiku's direction and enveloped her.
Dust covered her legs, her waist, her chest, and her neck.
Her body froze.
"The second one."
Rangiku's voice remained languid, as if she were counting.
The man with the rhinoceros head stopped in his tracks.
He didn't stop because he was afraid.
His intuition told him that if he continued forward, he would only be heading towards death.
The enormous horn on his rhinoceros head began to glow, with green light gathering at its tip, like a green star.
That's his ability.
Rhinoceros fruit, ancient species, morphology of the plate-toothed rhinoceros.
His horns can emit a special energy wave that can destroy all organic matter, whether it be flesh or blood.
Whether it's trees or fabric, anything struck by the energy wave will instantly turn to ashes.
"Go to hell!"
He roared, and the green light at the tip of his horn suddenly burst forth, sending a green energy wave shooting out from the tip and blasting into the mist.
The energy wave had a diameter of over one meter and an astonishing speed, blasting into the fog almost instantly upon being emitted.
boom!
The energy wave struck a house in the middle of the street, instantly reducing it to ashes without leaving a single fragment, as if it had vanished from the face of the earth.
Dust and smoke billowed out, obscuring the view.
The man with the rhinoceros head was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the direction shrouded in mist.
"Is he/she dead?"
He murmured to himself, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
But the next second, his expectations were shattered.
Because that languid voice came again from the mist.
"Oh dear, that's dangerous!"
Rangiku emerged from the mist, completely clean, without a speck of dust on her.
She still had a smile on her face, but a hint of coldness finally appeared in her eyes.
"I almost got hit."
She looked at the man with the rhinoceros head and tilted her head.
"However, it seems your ability requires charging up, doesn't it?"
The rhinoceros-headed man's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You held your breath for about—two seconds?"
Rangiku's smile deepened.
"Two seconds is too long in combat."
As soon as she finished speaking, her body disappeared.
No, it didn't disappear.
It's so fast that the naked eye can't keep up.
The rhinoceros-headed man didn't even see her movement before he felt something bump into his chest.
He looked down.
A fair hand pressed against his chest.
There was no dust on his palms, no Armament Haki, and he looked as ordinary as could be.
But it was this very hand that caused a dent in his chest.
Click.
The sound of breaking ribs came from his chest, like a withered branch being snapped.
His body flew out like a cannonball, crashing through three houses before finally being buried in the ruins.
"The third one."
Rangiku shook her hand, turned around, and looked at the ordinary members shrouded in mist.
More than three hundred people were shrouded in gray fog.
Some of them stood, some lay down, some froze while running, and some maintained an attacking posture.
More than 300 sculptures filled the entire street, making it look like a giant wax museum.
Rangiku looked at them and sighed.
"Seriously, over three hundred people, when will we ever finish cleaning them up?"
She raised her Zanpakuto, and the dust on the blade began to condense, like a gray ribbon floating in the air.
"Grey Cat, Group of Cats"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray ribbon suddenly exploded, turning into hundreds of gray cats.
The cats varied in size; some were as big as tigers, while others were as small as mice.
They run through the air, leap across the ground, and climb walls.
They rushed toward the sculptures, scratching with their claws, biting with their teeth, and ramming with their bodies.
Every time a cat touches a sculpture, that sculpture falls down, like a statue being toppled.
With each bite and collision, the toxin seeped into the weak points of the Armament Haki defenses, and in less than a minute, all three hundred sculptures collapsed to the ground.
They are not dead.
But they were practically dead.
Because their bodies have been exposed to dust for so long, their muscles and nerves have suffered irreversible damage, and even if the dust settles, they will find it difficult to stand up again.
Rangiku sheathed her Zanpakuto, clapped her hands, as if she had accomplished a trivial task.
She glanced at the people scattered on the ground, and a smile curved her lips.
"This is my power. I really look forward to Bankai."
She turned around and walked towards the center of the battlefield.
After taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the people lying on the ground.
"You've messed with the wrong person."
On the other side of the battlefield, Jack crawled out of the ruins.
His mammoth was covered in dust and gravel, and a large patch of fur on its back was charred, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
Artoria's magic left a deep wound on his back, stretching from his shoulder to his waist. Blood gushed from the wound, staining his fur red.
But his eyes remained fierce.
"Damn little brat—"
He cursed under his breath as the massive mammoth rose from the ruins, its four legs thumping heavily on the ground.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, searching for the woman wielding the sword.
But he couldn't find her.
Because a figure was blocking his view.
That's a woman.
A woman dressed in a white kimono, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and skin as white as porcelain.
She had a knife hanging at her waist, engraved with some ancient patterns.
She wore a gentle smile that made people feel at ease, like a mother's embrace or the spring sunshine.
But Jack's animal instincts told him that this woman looked more dangerous than the one with the sword.
"Who are you?"
Jack's voice was deep and fierce, and the mammoth's trunk swung in the air, making a whooshing sound.
Retsu Unohana slightly raised her head, looking at the enormous mammoth before her, her smile unchanged.
"Eight thousand flowers of Mao."
Her voice was very gentle, as gentle as if she were talking to a child.
"I'm here to fight."
She spoke very calmly, as calmly as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.
Jack's eyes widened suddenly.
It's not because I'm afraid.
It's because of anger.
He is the top commander of the Beasts Pirates, a monster with a bounty of one billion Berries. He believes that even an admiral would not dare to say such things in front of him.
How dare this woman be so arrogant?
"court death!"
Jack roared, and the mammoth's body lunged forward, its massive tusks thrusting fiercely towards the egg-shaped flower.
The ivory tusks, like two enormous curved swords, drew two silver arcs in the air with astonishing speed and terrifying power.
Wherever the ivory passed, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.
Unohana Retsu did not dodge.
She didn't even draw her sword.
She only turned her body slightly to the side, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible, but that tiny shift allowed Jack's ivory to glide past her without even touching the hem of her clothes.
Jack's eyes widened.
Was his attack dodged?
Was he evaded by a woman who looked frail and weak?
impossible.
That's absolutely impossible.
Although he looks clumsy, his attack speed ranks among the top five in the entire Beasts Pirates.
But the woman simply turned slightly to the side and dodged it.
This is unscientific; it's an incredible ability to judge distances.
"Your attack was too direct."
Unohana Retsu's voice remained gentle, tinged with regret, as if she were instructing a wayward student.
"A direct attack is easy to see through."
Jack's expression changed.
It's not anger.
It is a warning.
He has lived for so many years and has encountered many opponents, some very strong, some very weak, some very cunning, and some very foolish.
But no one has ever been able to speak to him in that tone after dodging his attacks.
This tone is like a teacher commenting on a student's homework.
This tone made him feel a sense of humiliation he had never experienced before.
"Shut up, woman!"
Jack roared, and the mammoth's trunk lashed out like a giant whip, striking Unohana Retsu.
Its long nose is faster and stronger than ivory, and its attack range is wider, almost covering all the space around Unohana Retsu.
She couldn't possibly dodge that attack.
But Unohana Retsu still didn't dodge.
She extended her left hand.