One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 379: Kicking a Steel Plate: The Old Man Suppresses I

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Chapter 379: Kicking a Steel Plate: The Old Man Suppresses Imu with One Hand

"Cough, cough... wow, so much dust."

The young woman with blue hair—Bulma—didn’t even turn her head. She just waved a hand in front of her face in annoyance, as if shooing away a foul sll. "Goku hasn’t even started fighting yet. Why is the wind picking up?" she complained, wrinkling her nose.

Then, she cupped her hands around her mouth and went right back to screaming at the arena. "Goku!! You have to win! I’ll treat you to a huge feast tonight!!"

Beside her, the short, noseless baldy, Krillin, spat out a sunflower seed shell with a ptui.

"Weird..." Krillin scratched his smooth, shiny head, glancing back with a puzzled look. "It did feel a bit chilly just now, didn’t it?"

"Probably just your imagination. It’s so hot today, I’m about to break out in a heat rash." Saying that, he grabbed another handful of seeds and started crunching away, utterly carefree.

As for the three-eyed brute, Tien Shinhan, he didn’t even bat an eyelid. He stood with his arms crossed like an iron tower, his gaze locked dead onto a figure in the arena, completely ignoring the "King of the World" standing right behind him.

Imu stood in silence.

In that mont, the ruler of the Empty Throne felt her worldview take ten thousand points of critical damage.

How is this possible?!

It had failed? This was Conqueror’s Haki! The disposition of a king possessed by only one in a million! The spiritual shockwave capable of terrorizing the seas and making the Four Emperors wary!

Why was this group of defenseless, comically dressed commoners completely unaffected?!

Was the distance too great? Did sothing go wrong with her body during the teleportation?

A flash of incredulous fury sparked within Imu’s ringed eyes. Humiliation! This was a blatant provocation against divine authority!

"A bunch of fools who don’t know death..." Imu’s gaze turned completely glacial.

Since spiritual pressure wouldn’t work, she’d use a more direct thod to teach these ants the aning of reverence!

She slowly raised her palm. Pitch-black Armant Haki began to frantically condense in the center of her hand. Although Blake had said this world was dangerous, it was just a few martial artists with flashy Ki Blasts. She was Imu! A god who commanded the very origin of Devil Fruits and possessed true immortality! Once she squashed these noisy flies...

"Little lady."

Just a split second before the killing intent in Imu’s palm was about to erupt, a hand covered in liver spots, as dry and wrinkled as tree bark, pressed silently onto her shoulder.

There was no warning. Even Imu’s top-tier Observation Haki hadn’t caught a single trace of its trajectory!

Imu’s pupils contracted violently to pinpricks. Every single hair on her body stood on end!

Who?! Who could silently bypass her defensive periter and make direct physical contact with her?!

She snapped her head around. What t her eyes was the incredibly sleazy, sunglass-wearing face of a white-bearded old man. The lecherous geezer with the turtle shell!

Master Roshi!

Right now, this old man—who looked like he could drop dead at any mont—was leaning on a wooden cane with one hand while the other rested lightly on Imu’s shoulder. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes seed to be raking up and down Imu’s figure. He even let out a vulgar slurp of drool.

"Hehehe... what a nice figure..." Master Roshi let out a creepy giggle that would give anyone goosebumps. "Your skin is as pale as porcelain."

However, before Imu could lash out, Master Roshi’s tone abruptly shifted.

The sleazy aura vanished without a trace in a fraction of a second. In its place was a profound, unfathomable heaviness, like a towering, insurmountable mountain!

"However..." Master Roshi tilted his head slightly, a sharp glint reflecting off his sunglasses.

The hand resting on Imu’s shoulder wasn’t applying any visible force. Yet, it made Imu feel as though the entire Red Line had been dropped on top of her!

She was completely immobilized! It felt as if the very blood in her veins had frozen solid!

"The rule here is..." Master Roshi’s voice was soft, even carrying a hint of a tease. "Participants can only fight inside the ring. Down here is the spectator seating. Everyone bought tickets to watch the matches. If you start throwing killing intent around down here and scare the little kids or damage the flowers and grass..."

Master Roshi grinned, showing off a set of missing teeth. "Even though this old man is retired, I can’t just sit back and ignore it, can I?"

Boom—!!!

As his words fell, an indescribable aura flashed from the frail old man’s body.

It wasn’t Haki. It wasn’t a Devil Fruit ability. It was a purer, vaster, overwhelmingly vital energy!

If Imu’s Haki was a sharp blade, then this energy was a boundless ocean! No matter how sharp the blade, slashing it into the sea wouldn’t cause so much as a ripple!

In that split second, Imu clearly felt the threat of death!

The sensation was akin to an ant dancing on the nose of a slumbering dragon. If the dragon so much as sneezed... she would be pulverized into dust!

"Is this... Ki?" Imu’s throat tightened as she stared, paralyzed, at the frail-looking old man. Her mind recoiled at the impossibility: a random elderly security guard possessed enough raw power to completely overwhelm her.

"Much better." Observing Imu extinguish the Haki flickering in her palm, Master Roshi gave a curt, satisfied nod and pulled back his hand.

He instantly reverted to his lecherous deanor, even giving Imu’s shoulder an overly familiar, thoroughly punchable pat. "Young people shouldn’t have such fiery tempers. Just enjoy the matches."

With that, Master Roshi placed his hands behind his back and strolled leisurely back to Bulma’s side, humming an unknown tune. He imdiately went back to whistling at passing young won, as if the peerless grandmaster from a mont ago was an entirely different person.

Imu stood frozen in place. Her pitch-black robe was already soaked through with cold sweat. She took a slow, deep breath, forcefully suppressing the terrifying waves of dread in her heart.

"A blessing... you say?" Imu raised her head, looking at the group nearby—Bulma, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others.

This ti, she abandoned her high-and-mighty, dismissive gaze. Instead, she fully unleashed her Observation Haki to scan them.

Then, she fell silent.

With her veil of arrogance stripped away, she finally saw the truth.

The three-eyed brute contained an energy as explosive as an active volcano. The unremarkable, noseless bald kid housed a sharpness capable of cleaving mountain ranges within his tiny fra. Even the cat hovering in the air... had a bizarre yet agile Ki flowing through its body.

Monsters. They were all monsters!

In this seemingly ordinary corner of the spectator stands, an entire den of terrifying beings—each strong enough to rule the One Piece world as an Emperor—was just casually hanging out!

"Interesting. This is incredibly interesting!" The fear in Imu’s eyes gradually receded, replaced by an unprecedented, fanatic excitent!

If this were just a hellscape full of untouchable monsters, she might have despaired. But this... this was a world where she could learn and grow stronger!

If that perverted old man was right, this was simply an application of energy. If that bald kid could break his limiter through training, then she, Imu—as the King of the World, possessing the most perfect divine bloodline—had no reason to fail!

"Hoo..." Imu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. She smoothed out her sowhat disheveled robe.

Then, she found a slightly cleaner spot right next to that group of monsters and quietly sat down. She put away all her arrogance. She retracted all her killing intent.

Like a first-grader attending her very first class, she fixed her burning gaze on the massive arena.

"Let see, then," Imu whispered to herself.

Reflected in her Rinnegan were the two figures currently facing off on the stage. One was a young boy in an orange martial arts gi with spiky hair. The other was a demon with green skin, radiating pure malice.

"Just what kind of scenery... will this so-called ’Tenkaichi Budokai’ reveal? Please... don’t disappoint ."

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