"Ulquiorra's Cero."
This Cero, which only the Espada could use, was several, even ten, times more powerful than a normal Cero due to its immense power. Its power could even distort space. For this reason, Sōsuke Aizen of the Soul Society ordered the Espada not to use Ulquiorra's Cero in Las Noches.
However, Ulquiorra had been exchanged to this world by Ye Chen, so he wasn't in Las Noches, nor was there Aizen. Naturally, there were no such so-called prohibitions.
But Yammy directly took Ulquiorra's Cero head-on and didn't die. He even barely received skin trauma.
From this, one could see how tough and strong Yammy's body was.
Immortal Yammy, truly lives up to his name. "Four, Five, Seven"
"He didn't die from one strike, so what about ten times, a hundred times?" Ulquiorra watched Yammy, muttering.
Between words, he performed Sonído, directly appearing in front of Yammy, and kicked Yammy in the body with one foot. The ink-green light on his fingertips flickered.
"Ugh."
A dull sound echoed. Yammy, who had just tried to get up, hadn't even reacted before he felt a huge force on his chest. His body was instantly pressed to the ground again, his body sinking, and the ground cracked.
"Ulquiorra's Cero." Only a soft voice was heard.
The light from Ulquiorra's fingertips instantly erupted, transforming into a beam of ink-green light that shot towards Yammy's heart.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh."
As if activating an accelerator, Ulquiorra's Cero shot out dozens of times in an instant. With each hit, the ground cracked a few times, and smoke and dust flew everywhere.
Even the island itself produced astonishing vibrations.
A scene that seemed on the verge of collapse.
Far away on the island, on a pirate ship, Whitebeard and Marco stood side by side. Behind them were more than a dozen pirates, all members of Whitebeard's crew. Each of them was extremely powerful, considered a master in the New World.
At this moment, Marco saw the vibrations coming from afar. Marco looked up and asked Whitebeard, "Old Man, who do you think will win this battle?"
"Wahahaha." Whitebeard laughed several times, his gaze deep, and said in a deep voice, "This is hard to say."
Yammy's body was incredibly strong. Even if a great sword couldn't break his body, only a massive sword might break his body.
Just this point alone already made him stand before countless people, and he also mastered all three types of Haki, especially Armament Haki, which was extremely strong. Only Shanks' Armament Haki could surpass his, and furthermore—
Whitebeard's eyes flickered. He paused for a moment, as if contemplating something.
Marco and the others saw this and remained silent, just quietly watching Whitebeard, seemingly waiting for his reply.
After a long while, Whitebeard's expression was complex: "Yammy's body is naturally strong, and with his extremely proficient Armament Haki, defeating him is possible, but killing him is extremely difficult. And I have never fought Ulquiorra, so it will be difficult to judge in a short time."
"But it was that aura that erupted earlier," Marco recalled the pressure that felt heavy as a mountain, his pupils constricting involuntarily.
"Wahahaha, that's why I said I couldn't see through it," Whitebeard laughed several times: "Perhaps Ulquiorra can defeat Yammy, but killing Yammy is extremely difficult."
"Perhaps in this world, there isn't anyone who can kill Yammy yet."
Marco and the others all fell silent. They hadn't expected that even the Old Man couldn't judge the outcome.
However, they also heard some things from the Old Man's words. Ulquiorra's strength might be superior to Yammy's, but it might not be enough to kill Yammy.
At this, they also gained a new understanding of Im.
Ulquiorra's strength was definitely at the Old Man's level.
"Hiss."
Thinking of this, everyone gasped in cold air.
On the surface, Im already possessed two Yonko-level combatants. This was high-end combat power that no other Yonko faction possessed.
Moreover, they knew that this was not Im's full strength.
At this moment, Im's revealed power was merely the tip of the iceberg.
"How strong is Im exactly?" Everyone's minds were in turmoil, each lost in thought.
...
At this moment, on the island.
Ulquiorra and Yammy stood opposite each other, each in a different spot, several meters apart.
And around the two of them was a wasteland, a desolate sight stretching as far as the eye could see.
The original trees and other things had completely vanished at this moment.
Most of the island had been flattened.
At this moment, Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed. He looked at the somewhat ferocious Yammy and said, "After hundreds of Ceros from Ulquiorra, you're still not dead. You're not human."
Hundreds of Ceros from Ulquiorra, if they were used on anyone else, would blow them to smithereens, turning them to ashes.
But Yammy was only severely wounded.
Seeing such a scene, even Ulquiorra couldn't help but show a trace of surprise.
This was no longer an ordinary human body.
At this moment, Yammy's body was not in good shape. Although he hadn't died from Ulquiorra's Cero, his entire body was also in a bad state.
Especially in his chest area, there was a fist-sized hole, and blood continuously gushed out like a spring.
Such a wound would have killed anyone else, and this wound was healing at a visible rate with flesh buds.
"Hahaha, compared to this, I'm more interested in what you are." Yammy chuckled, "Didn't you say you're not human either? What race are you exactly, or are you a demon yourself?"
"If you tell me, I can also tell you whether I am human."
Yammy's face was pale, his gaze fervent, staring intently at Ulquiorra.
He seemed to be waiting for Ulquiorra's answer.
"I am not human, nor am I a demon, and I am not interested in what you are." Ulquiorra looked at Yammy.
Between words, his figure shifted, instantly disappearing on the spot.
In an instant, he appeared before Yammy, sweeping his leg horizontally.
"Ugh."
With a dull thud, Yammy was kicked out, flying several meters away.
"Hahaha, Ulquiorra, I admit you're strong, but such an attack can't kill me." Yammy laughed several times and quickly jumped up.
Ulquiorra's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.
As Yammy had said, although his attacks could injure Yammy, killing Yammy was indeed extremely difficult.
At this, Ulquiorra took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, pulled them to both sides, and an ink-green light spear gradually appeared before Yammy.
"Even more dangerous than the previous attack." Seeing the ink-green light spear, Yammy's pupils constricted instantly.
He felt a strong sense of danger from the long spear.
"Spear of Thunder."
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