Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King Chapter 565 - 331: Severing the Will!

No matter how much I train, it’s always the sa.

It’s not that I’m afraid or dissatisfied, just that being left behind this far, like in Paradise, when facing the Admiral’s attacks, they were of no help to Sage, they could only watch him enter Impel Down.

Lily doesn’t want that.

Since fighting a deadly enemy can improve her skills, then... just find a mortal enemy!

The battle with Big Mom made Lily set her sights on Katakuri.

She would not back down from such an attack.

"If I die here, it ans my capacity ends here. What dreams can I even talk about?"

The attacks grew closer, Lily’s eyes beca emptier, her concentrated spirit focused into a single point.

Just as Sage had said, Observation has various forms of expression.

From long ago, because of this ’Breath of All Things,’ Lily constantly concentrated her spirit, instead refining ’Iron Cutting’ more precisely.

From that ti, she vaguely sensed that she was not a future-seeing type of Observation, but what exactly it was, she could never fully evoke.

Even a little bit...

See!

Use all her strength to see!

Listen!

With full effort to listen!

Everything has a breath, no matter what it is, wind, rain, thunder, rocks, wood, steel, soil... Everything can be felt breathing!

The attack closed in, Lily’s eyes at this mont looked lost, feeling everything around her slow to an extre.

The rapidly spinning Trident, Katakuri’s fierce expression...

Aboard the Death Star, Renedia’s angry curses and Perospero’s irritation...

On the sea wreckage, Gin and Oven continuing their fierce battle...

On the ship, Marika and Smoothie...

And Moriah with the upper hand...

Their voices, their breaths, along with the sway of the sea, the gusts and torrents of rain, all chaos poured into Lily’s ears.

Can be cut...

Hear the ’breath’ within, see the weakness within...

Then it can be cut open!

Clang!

Lily’s thumb flicked open the sword hilt, her eyes bright as light at that mont.

At the sa mont, Katakuri’s pupils tightened in shock.

The future...

Can’t see where this woman is!

No! It’s not unseen!

The future is cut away!

Observation...

Has been cut!

The sword blade flashed like lightning, sliding down below the Trident, to Katakuri’s hands, with a crisp sound, the Trident’s midsection was split open by a single strike.

Lightning followed the opening, directly slashing the fast-spinning mochi, slicing across Katakuri’s chest, igniting a stream of lightning.

"Slash!!" Lily’s red lips lightly parted, her voice heavy and terrifying.

Shh!!

The sky cleared at this mont, as if split open together.

Katakuri’s body leaned backward, a deep gap carved in his chest, his eyes wide with extre disbelief.

Cut open?

His weapon, and...

His body?!

"What do you think I am?!"

Lily’s eyes were terrifyingly bright, fixated on Katakuri flying backwards, her body suddenly weakened, dropping to one knee, the light in her eyes gradually diminishing.

Willpower... drained.

Bang!

Katakuri crashed into the wreckage behind, reached out and cleared away the mast pressing down, standing up clutching his chest, gazing complexly at the woman whose willpower was exhausted, seemingly about to faint.

This strike...

The damage was not small.

"Even will can be cut open, a terrifying force, but your Haki can’t sustain this move... Yet still impressive enough!"

Katakuri said deeply, "Sword Princess Bienta Lily, a rare strong opponent, I’ve rembered you!"

He raised a hand, transforming it into a mochi machine gun, about to fire.

Boom!!!

At this mont, the sky brightened again, but like thunder striking down.

The wind and rain descended...

Hmm?

When did it stop?

Oh, it seed just now, there was a brief halt...

That was...

Katakuri paused, looked towards the island, only to see the sky suddenly shining brightly before rapidly darkening again.

Boom!

Another thunderbolt exploded from the sky, making the sky ominously dark, seeming enhanced by sothing, with the storm pouring more furiously.

Lightning continuously brewed overhead, turning purple and black-red, seemingly striking and entwining within the clouds.

Like it was opposing.

Thunder...

When did it start opposing?

That’s nature!

Moreover, this storm...

Katakuri even felt his body being pressed down, though completely unafraid, feeling like the storm was suppressing them.

At this mont, he widened his eyes, sweat beads covering his forehead.

Two figures, one large, one small, rapidly approached from the island, crashing into two main ships, punching large holes!

"Mom!" scread Katakuri.