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Chapter 175: Ame no Ohabari!
The massive sphere of earth and stone hovered a hundred meters in the air, blotting out the firmament.
Rainwater struck the surface of the sphere, flowing down the rough crevices in the rock and gathering into muddy waterfalls that poured to the ground.
Deep in the shadows of the tree canopy, White Zetsu craned his neck, his pale face written with dullness.
"Is it over?"
He asked very softly, as if afraid of startling the monster that had just been born.
"That dark-skinned kid was thoroughly sealed inside. Hundreds of tons of rock squeezed together; even a body made of iron would turn into meat paste, right?"
Black Zetsu didn't answer immediately.
That single eye stared deathly at the sphere in the air, an indescribable light flickering deep in the pupil.
It was too similar.
Although the principle was completely different, this scene was simply a miniature version of the "Chibaku Tensei" Hagoromo used to create the moon and seal the Ten-Tails.
"This Tsubasa Uchiha is truly a genius."
The Golden Lion smiled without speaking, indicating I'm merely standing on the shoulders of giants.
Center of the battlefield.
Golden Lion Shiki floated below the earth sphere.
Blood flowed from the corner of his left eye, sliding across his cheek and dripping onto his tattered lapel.
That was the price of forcibly opening the Mangekyo and overusing pupil power.
His brain was screaming, his optic nerves felt like they were on fire, and every inch of his body's meridians was protesting the overdraft of chakra.
But he didn't care.
The pleasure of crushing a strong enemy with his own hands, of trampling all creation beneath his feet, was enough to overwhelm all pain.
"Jihahahaha..."
He opened his arms, laughing wildly at the massive earth sphere.
"The power of Shinra Bansho (All Creation)... I have finally awakened it."
He immersed himself in the afterglow of victory.
In this world, he, the Golden Lion, was invincible.
Crack.
An extremely subtle crisp sound abruptly drilled into the Golden Lion's ears.
The laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Shiki snapped his head up, his intact right eye staring deathly at the earth sphere overhead.
Hallucination?
No.
Crack, crack, crack.
The sound grew louder and denser.
It was like some prehistoric beast was chewing bones inside an eggshell.
The surface of the originally seamless giant earth sphere suddenly burst open with a crack.
Followed by a second, then a third.
Blinding purple light projected out from those cracks, appearing particularly demonic in the dim rain.
Black Zetsu's pupil constricted abruptly.
"Impossible..."
Boom—!!!
An earth-shattering loud noise thoroughly shattered the silence of the battlefield.
That massive rock sphere with a diameter exceeding fifty meters exploded from the inside.
Or rather, it was forcibly blasted into sky-filling fragments by a force so barbaric it defied logic!
Countless millstone-sized rocks shot out in all directions like cannonballs, smashing the surrounding forest into a sieve.
Amidst the sky full of dust and rock rain, a small figure fell like a meteor.
Thud!
The earth trembled violently.
A deep pit was smashed into the ground, mud splashing.
The dust cleared.
Garp twisted his neck, standing up from the pit.
The clothes on his body were already tattered, his skin covered in scratches and bruises, and that layer of dark purple Lightning Release armor had become dim and lackluster.
But the aura on his body was even more terrifying than before.
"Pah."
Garp turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, casually brushing the dust off the top of his head.
He looked up at the Golden Lion suspended in mid-air with a stiff expression, and the corners of his mouth slowly grinned open, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white teeth.
"Bastard Shiki."
"This move looks a bit familiar."
"Are you imitating Boss Blake?"
"Shut up!!!"
A hysterical roar instantly interrupted Garp's chatter.
In mid-air, Golden Lion Shiki's originally arrogant face was now the color of pig liver.
Shame.
Extreme shame.
Imitating the strong wasn't embarrassing; the key was that he didn't imitate it (adequately), and the posturing failed.
Another dark history for this old bastard Garp to humiliate him with.
Hum!
With the violent fluctuation of emotion, the strange Mangekyo Sharingan in his eye sockets began to spin frantically.
The ship's wheel pattern in his left eye had become somewhat dim due to overuse, the flowing blood dried on his cheek.
A chakra even colder and sharper than before surged frantically along the optic nerve of his right eye.
Mangekyo Pupil Technique: Ame no Ohabari!
Without any warning.
Without any flashy sound or light effects.
Garp only felt his scalp go numb. It was the intuition he had honed through decades of slaughter on the sea, sharper than a beast's, alarming frantically.
Death!
Will die!
Although there was nothing in front of him and the air was quiet, every cell in his body was screaming for him to dodge.
Garp didn't hesitate at all. His body instinctively leaned sharply to the right, while simultaneously compressing all the Lightning Release chakra onto his left shoulder, forming a shockingly thick high-density lightning armor.
Sshhh—!
A soft sound.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The Lightning Release armor seemed to be erased in a chunk.
Blood splattered.
Garp grunted, staggering back a few steps.
He looked down in shock.
On his left shoulder, a wound deep enough to see bone had appeared.
The cut was smooth as a mirror; even the muscle texture and ghastly white bone shards inside were clearly visible.
If he hadn't dodged for that split second just now, what would have been cut open wasn't his shoulder, but his neck!
"What is this ghost thing?"
Garp's eyes widened, the playful expression finally vanishing from his face.
He hadn't sensed any movement of Shiki attacking. It was as if... the space itself there had "broken" out of thin air.
"Jihahahaha!"
Seeing Garp injured, the Golden Lion let out a hearty, wild laugh.
He clutched his bleeding right eye, his whole person trembling with excitement in the air.
"Did you see it? Garp! This is the true power of these eyes!"
The Golden Lion pointed at his own right eye, his voice hoarse and feverish.
"The left eye governs 'Floating and Sinking,' freedom of all things."
"The right eye governs 'Severance,' cutting through everything!"
"Within this distance, as long as it is something locked onto by my line of sight, if I want it to break, it must break!"
This was the ultimate power the Golden Lion awakened in this dungeon world.
Perfectly fusing the Great Swordsman's intent to cut through everything with the Yin Release power of the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Wherever the eye looks, all becomes fish on the chopping block!
The rain was still falling, mixed with the smell of blood.
Garp glanced down at his left shoulder. The wound was deep to the bone, blood dripping down his arm into the muddy water, dyeing a small puddle red.
The pain was very real.
This body, only nine years old, ultimately had poor defense. Even with Lightning Release chakra protection, it couldn't block that kind of weird cutting.
"Truly a troublesome ability."
Garp grinned, raising his hand to tap a few times around the wound, using muscle control to forcibly stop the bleeding.
He looked up at the Golden Lion in mid-air.
That guy floated in the sky, countless rubble suspended behind him, bleeding from his right eye, yet laughing like a madman.
"What's wrong, Garp? Scared already?"
The Golden Lion looked down from above, that scarlet right eye locked deathly onto the figure on the ground, his voice hoarse and fanatical.
"I've only just started to enjoy myself!"
Before his voice fell, the Golden Lion's right eye suddenly glared.
Hum!
Without any wind-up, and without any fluctuation in the air.
Garp's scalp exploded, that chill of being strangled by the Grim Reaper striking again.
He didn't even think, his body instinctively performing an Iron Bridge lean backward, his entire person practically sliding out along the ground.
Sshhh!
Right at the position where he had just been standing, the air seemed to be split open by an invisible giant blade.
A crack ten meters long appeared silently on the ground, the cut smooth as a mirror surface, deep and bottomless.
Even a giant rock behind it was instantly split in two, the cut surface smooth as jade.
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