Elior's punch had launched Orochi through the estate, and even though it crashed through multiple walls and support beams, Orochi was hurled over fifty ters away before finally slamming into the ground.
He lay in the rubble, gasping for breath. Pain radiated from every part of his body—especially his stomach, which felt like it had been caved in. His right arm was mangled, bones shattered.
It was a miracle he hadn't died on impact.
"H-Hissss…"
Orochi winced as the pain surged through him. The past twenty years of indulgence, luxury, and cowardice had dulled both his fighting spirit and his body.
But he wasn't just any man.
He was a Mythical Zoan user — the Yamata no Orochi.
Even as his body throbbed in agony, his power surged to life. Mythical Zoans were rarer and more potent than even Ancient Zoans. In just twenty seconds, the shattered bones in his arm realigned and healed, and the internal damage vanished. The pain faded as swiftly as it had co.
His breathing steadied.
The injuries were gone.
The terror, however, remained.
"Who… Who is that…?!"
Orochi rose shakily and squinted toward the wreckage. From the dust and debris erged a young man—foreign, unmistakably not of Wano. His appearance was striking, his presence overwhelming.
It was the boy who had just crushed him with a single blow.
"Who are you?! I don't even know you—we have no quarrel!" Orochi shouted, trying to mask his fear with outrage.
Elior said nothing at first, simply watching the old man who had once ruled Wano in Kaido's shadow.
In the original tiline, this man had been used by Kaido and discarded like trash—beheaded in the end without ceremony.
But now…
This would be Elior's kill.
"Show your Yamata-no-Orochi form. If you don't go all out… you won't last long."
"Y-You little brat!" Orochi hissed, enraged. "You think I can't hold my own against the likes of you?! I'm the Shogun of Wano!"
The arrogance in his voice returned—briefly.
"If you give it your all… maybe you'll survive a little longer."
Electric arcs danced around Elior's body. His hair and coat lifted with the pressure building around him.
"Let help you… go all out."
With a burst of smoke, Orochi's form twisted and grew.
His human body warped, scales sprouting across his skin. He expanded, elongated, heads splitting and multiplying. In seconds, a monstrous eight-headed serpent towered over the ruins.
Yamata-no-Orochi.
Its eight snake heads hissed and thrashed, each with fangs bared. The beast's aura was nacing, its presence like a waking nightmare.
Elior stood before it, small in stature, but unmoved.
"So this is Yamata-no-Orochi?"
"Looks disappointing. Honestly, I expected more from a Mythical Zoan."
Orochi snarled.
"DIE, BOY!"
All eight heads lunged at once.
Elior raised his hand, and in that mont, thunder bood.
From his palm, a surge of electricity erupted—a massive thunderstorm, surging forth like a tidal wave and crashing into the beast.
"AAAAAAGHHH!"
Orochi writhed as bolts of lightning scorched its massive body. The pain was unbearable—like being flayed alive. The serpent thrashed backward instinctively.
Smoke poured from its scales. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
"W-What… what is that power?!" Orochi's voice trembled across his many heads. "Could it be… the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?! A Lightning Logia?! No, it's… sothing else!"
Before he could gather his thoughts, Elior was already on the move.
In one hand, he now held a gleaming ice blade.
With a fluid strike, he launched himself forward and slashed one of the serpent's heads with terrifying force.
CRACK—SLASH!
Even coated in Armant Haki, the head couldn't withstand it.
"AAAAGH!"
One of Orochi's heads was sliced clean off, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.
"You thought basic Armant Haki would protect you?" Elior scoffed. "This beast isn't nearly as impressive as Kaido's Azure Dragon."
The severed head twitched.
But then… it began to regenerate.
New flesh ford. Bone and sinew rewove themselves. In seconds, the head had returned.
"Fool! I am the Yamata-no-Orochi!" all eight heads shouted in unison. "Even if you cut off my heads—they will regenerate! I'm invincible in this form!"
This was Orochi's pride: as long as he wasn't beheaded in human form, he could continue regenerating endlessly.
"Huh. That's actually impressive" Elior admitted. "Didn't expect your regeneration to be this good."
"Still… you're ugly as hell."
He stepped forward.
BOOM!
The ground shattered beneath him.
Then—he vanished.
"Thunder Fist."
Elior appeared right in front of the Orochi's main body—and slamd a thunder-charged punch into its stomach.
BOOOOOOM!
Orochi's eight heads convulsed wildly.
The beast was launched into the air and sent crashing through the earth, carving a massive trench through the estate.
Elior didn't stop.
He vanished again.
"How… how is he this powerful?!" Orochi gasped, blood pouring from his mouths. The central head—the one with the golden crown—was his true body, and it had taken the brunt of the blow.
His insides churned. It felt like his stomach had exploded.
Then—SWOOSH!
Elior reappeared, hurling a massive ice spear straight at the beast.
"Ice…? And lightning too?!"
Suddenly, Orochi rembered a rumor—a terrifying one.
A new Yonko had risen. A boy. One who wielded the power of a great swordsman, who could command ice and thunder, and whose physical strength rivaled monsters.
"N-No way… It's him…!"
As the ice spear struck, Orochi instinctively covered two heads in Armant Haki to defend himself.
The impact was brutal.
Blue lightning surged from the collision point, and shockwaves rocked the battlefield.
BOOOOOM!
Seconds later, the Orochi was blasted backward—two more heads shattered and blown apart.
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