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Chapter 207 Unohana 8th Stream
Chapter 207 Unohana Yachiru
A fair, slender hand that looks like it would break if you bent it.
The hand grabbed the mammoth's long trunk.
That hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Jack's nose tightly.
Jack's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
His nose was caught?
His nose, strong enough to fling a warship away or crush a small mountain, was actually caught by a woman with one hand.
impossible.
It is absolutely impossible.
He shook his nose forcefully, trying to shake off the hand.
But the hand remained motionless, as if it were attached to his nose.
"I told you, your attack was too direct."
Unohana Retsu's voice remained gentle, but a hint of coldness finally appeared in her eyes.
"A direct attack is not only easy to see through, but also easy to be caught out."
She pulled her hand suddenly.
Jack's mammoth was pulled forward and stumbled two steps, its four legs carving deep furrows in the ground, sending pebbles flying and dust billowing everywhere.
A look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
It's not because of power.
It's because of that composure.
This woman was never serious from beginning to end.
She dodged his attacks as if she were taking a walk.
She grabbed his nose as if she were grasping at a straw.
She pulled his body as if she were pulling a toy car.
This composure only proves one thing.
This woman is worth his serious effort.
"Who exactly are you?"
Jack's voice lowered, no longer roaring as before.
His mammoth body began to shrink, his bones cracked, his muscles reformed, and his fur contracted.
In less than three seconds, the giant mammoth disappeared, replaced by a burly man.
He was over five meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, as if sculpted from rock. His skin was a dark brown color, covered with scars, each scar telling a story of a life-or-death struggle.
It has two curved horns on its head, like a real mammoth.
He held a huge scythe in each hand, the blades coated with deadly poison, gleaming with a ghostly blue light in the morning light.
This is Jack's human-beast form.
In this form, he can retain the agility and skill of a human while also unleashing the full power and defense of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
"Jack the Drought, the VIP of the Beasts Pirates."
Retsu Unohana looked at the burly man in front of her, her smile still gentle.
"A bounty of one billion Berries is certainly not an empty boast."
Jack stared at Retsu Unohana, his pupils slightly contracting.
"You know my name, and you're still so arrogant?"
"Arrogant?"
Retsu Unohana tilted her head, as if she had heard an interesting question.
"I'm just stating the facts."
She paused, then slowly gripped the hilt of her Zanpakuto at her waist with her left hand.
"Your attacks are indeed too straightforward, lacking variation and skill; they rely purely on brute force."
Her voice remained gentle, but every word was like a knife, piercing Jack's heart.
"Such an attack might be enough to deal with an ordinary opponent, but against me—"
She shook her head.
"Not enough."
Jack's face darkened completely.
He didn't say anything more.
Because he knew that saying anything more to this woman would be useless.
The only way to shut her up is with strength.
His feet slammed into the ground, causing it to crack and shatter, sending debris flying everywhere.
His body shot out like a cannonball, at an astonishing speed, completely unlike a five-meter-tall strong man.
Two enormous scythes spun in his hands, their blades drawing two eerie blue arcs in the air as they slashed simultaneously toward Egg Flower Retsu's neck and waist.
This strike was fast, powerful, and came from a tricky angle.
Moreover, the trajectories of the two scythes are completely different; one is a horizontal slash, and the other is a diagonal slash. The attack range of the two scythes covers all possible dodge directions for Unohana Retsu.
This is a killer move that Jack has honed over many years of combat.
"Double Sickle - Strangulation".
Unohana Retsu's eyes lit up.
It's not because I'm afraid.
It's because of appreciation.
"That was a good strike."
Her body moved.
It's not moving backward, it's not dodging to the side, it's moving forward.
She took a step forward, a step so small it was almost invisible, but that one step positioned her body just outside the point where the trajectories of the two scythes intersected.
Two sickles brushed past her side, one grazing her hair and the other the hem of her clothes.
It was a hair's breadth off, but it wouldn't hurt her in the slightest.
Jack's eyes widened suddenly.
impossible.
He used all his strength in that attack.
With this strike, he killed countless opponents.
But this woman simply took one step forward and dodged it.
A thought flashed through his mind.
This woman's ability to judge distances has reached an unbelievable level.
She can accurately calculate the attack trajectory of each weapon, precisely find the gaps between all the attack trajectories, and then precisely walk into that gap.
This is not intuition.
This is technology.
It is a swordsmanship that has been honed through countless life-and-death battles, reaching the pinnacle of skill.
But Jack didn't have time to think about it.
After dodging his attack, Retsu Unohana finally drew her Zanpakuto from her waist with her right hand.
The blade gleamed silver in the morning light, its surface adorned with ancient patterns that resembled streaks of flowing blood.
Her knife was very slow.
It moves as slowly as if it's waving in water.
But Jack felt as if the knife had transcended the limitations of space; it was still far away, yet it was already pressed against his skin.
He instinctively jumped back, trying to create some distance.
But it was too late.
The blade lightly grazed his chest.
A thin, long wound appeared on his skin, running from his left shoulder to his right waist.
Fresh blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground.
Jack looked down at the wound on his chest, a hint of disbelief flashing in his golden eyes.
Is he injured?
His body is that of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit user; his skin is harder than steel, his muscles are stronger than rock, and his bones are stronger than diamonds.
Even a Marine Admiral's Armament Haki would hardly leave such a deep wound on him.
But this woman, with just a seemingly ordinary knife, lightly sliced open his skin.
His eyes were fixed on the knife in Unohana Retsu's hand.
A layer of black light was wrapped around the blade.
The light was deep and intense, like a layer of black liquid slowly flowing on the blade.
Armament Haki.
Moreover, it is a very high-level Armament Haki.
"Such powerful Armament Haki—and it's in a woman's hands?"
Retsu Unohana looked down at the knife in her hand, her smile still gentle.
"I know a little."
She spoke casually, but Jack knew it was far more than just a little bit.
Swordsmen who can imbue their blades with Armament Haki, increasing their sharpness several times over, are few and far between in the entire New World.
"Your Armament Haki is very strong."
Jack's voice was deep, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his golden eyes.
"But your swordsmanship is superior."
He paused.
"Who are you?"
Retsu Unohana looked up at Jack, a smile curving her lips.
"Eight thousand flowers of Mao."
"Yachiru-ryu—Yachiru-ryu—"
Unohana simply raised the knife in her hand, the tip pointing at Jack's throat.
"Let's continue."
Her voice remained gentle, but a hint of excitement finally appeared in her eyes.
"I haven't encountered an opponent who can make me take things seriously in a long time."
Jack stared at Retsu Unohana, a fierce glint in his eyes.
"Getting serious?"
He gave a cold laugh.
"Did you think you were playing a trick on me just now?"
His body lunged forward, and the two enormous scythes swung out again, but this time, his attack method had completely changed.
It was no longer a series of sweeping, sweeping slashes, but a rapid, continuous attack with almost no pauses.
With a horizontal slash from the left scythe and a vertical cleave from the right, the left hand retracts while the right hand slashes horizontally again. The two scythes attack alternately, like a precise meat grinder, tearing at Unohana Retsu.
Each strike was imbued with Armament Haki, the blade covered in a layer of black light, drawing black arcs in the air as Kounohana Retsu's body began to move.
Her steps were light and agile, as if she were walking on water, and each step she took perfectly dodged Jack's attacks.
Her body weaved through the gaps in the sickle, as if performing an elegant dance.
But her knife was anything but elegant.
After each dodge, she would swing her sword.
A knife.
Two cuts.
Three knives.
Four cuts.
Five cuts.
Every slash landed precisely on Jack, every slash cut through his skin, every slash left a deep wound.
In less than a minute, Jack had more than a dozen wounds on his chest, abdomen, arms, and thighs.
Blood gushed from his wound, staining his clothes and the ground red.
But his eyes remained fierce.
Because his wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The wounds inflicted by Retsu Unohana began to shrink, scab, and fall off within seconds, revealing the new skin underneath.
This is the regenerative ability of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
Jack's body possesses an unimaginable regenerative speed.
"Your swordsmanship is very strong, and your Armament Haki is also very strong."
Jack's voice was deep and tinged with sarcasm.
"But you can't kill me."
He charged forward, swinging both scythes simultaneously, aiming for Unohana Retsu's head and waist.
Unohana Retsu dodged to the side, simultaneously slashing open his abdomen with her knife.
Blood gushed out, but the wound healed in less than five seconds.
"Did you see that?"
Jack sneered and swung his massive scythe once more.
"Your attack is like a mosquito bite to me."
His attacks became faster and fiercer, completely disregarding defense.
Because he knew he didn't need to defend himself.
His body is the strongest shield.
His ability to recover is the strongest defense.
No matter how many wounds Retsu Unohana inflicts on him, he recovers within seconds.
He believed that his attack only needed to hit once to render Unohana Retsu incapable of fighting.
This is his fighting style.
Use your body to withstand the opponent's attack, and then counterattack with the strongest force.
"You're amazing, Yachiru."
Jack stared at Egg Flower Retsu, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.
"Your swordsmanship and your Armament Haki have amazed me."
He paused.
"However, your attack is too weak."
His body lunged forward, and he swung both scythes simultaneously. This time, he was faster and more powerful than before.
Unohana Retsu dodged it.
But this time, the hem of her clothes was slashed by the sickle.
"Your attack cannot inflict a fatal wound on me."
Jack's voice came from behind her, tinged with smugness.
"And I only need one strike."
He turned around, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"One strike will kill you."
His body began to swell, his muscles became more bulging, and black lines appeared on his skin.
That's his ability.
The awakened form of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
In this form, his strength, speed, defense, and recovery abilities will increase several times over.
He only needs one strike.
One strike is enough.
His right hand gripped the scythe tightly, the blade wreathed in dense Armament Haki, the black light almost completely obscuring the original color of the blade.
His legs suddenly bent, and he was launched forward.
The ground exploded with a deafening roar, sending debris flying everywhere.
His body shot towards Unohana Retsu like a black lightning bolt.
He raised the sickle in his right hand, the blade radiating all his power and domineering aura.
"Drought - Skull Crusher!"
The blade slashed towards Unohana Retsu's head with such speed that it tore through the air, producing a sharp, explosive sound.
This strike was powerful enough to split a warship in two.
This attack was so fast that even Observation Haki couldn't react in time.
This attack was Jack's strongest killing move.
As Unohana Retsu looked at the scythe slashing towards her, the smile on her face finally vanished.
It's not because I'm afraid.
It's because of disappointment.
"I see."
Her voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like she was talking to herself.
"Is this all you've got?"
She gripped her Zanpakuto in her right hand, and Armament Haki began to gather on the blade.
But this time, she didn't just apply her domineering aura to the surface of the blade.
Instead, he infused the blade with an aura of dominance.
This is a more advanced Armament Haki technique.
"Ryuo".
She spoke softly, and the black light on the blade began to flow, like a black river slowly flowing along its surface.
Then, she swung the knife in her hand.
It's not a slash.
It's a thorn.
The blade pierced Jack's scythe.
The tip and the blade collided.
boom!
With a deafening roar, the air was distorted, and cracks appeared on the ground, spreading in all directions.
Jack felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his arm go numb.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Was his sickle blocked?
Was it blocked by a long, thin knife?
impossible.
His scythe weighs hundreds of kilograms and is imbued with Armament Haki. Combined with his strength, the force of this strike exceeds tens of tons.
But this woman blocked it with just a knife?