One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, I Joined the Straw Hat Pirates Chapter 87: An Artist's Nightmare! A Merciless Decapitating

In the clearing deep within the jungle, the flas and thick smoke had yet to dissipate.

Swish!

Without any nonsense, Tatsuya's figure vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had already crossed several ters. The longsword in his hand carried a sharp wind pressure as it slashed fiercely toward Mr. 3, who had just rolled out from his camouflage.

"Damn it! So fast!"

Mr. 3 was pale with fright, performing a desperate sorsault backward to narrowly avoid the fatal strike in a pathetic manner.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!!"

Tatsuya gave him no room to breathe. While still in mid-air, his chest puffed out, and a massive orange-red fireball roared toward Mr. 3's face.

Facing the terrifying heatwave rushing at him, Mr. 3 knew he couldn't dodge it.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes as he bellowed:

"Candle Lock—Extra Large Service!!"

Crash!!

A massive amount of white liquid wax surged frantically from his body, instantly enveloping him completely.

Boom!

The fireball exploded, swallowing the white mass.

However, when the flas cleared, a massive, sowhat comical but extrely thick white humanoid cha stood tall in its place.

"Candle Champion!!"

Mr. 3 was hiding inside this tank-like cha.

Although the outer layer of wax was lting and dripping from the Fireball Jutsu, his actual body remained unhard.

"Hehehe! It's useless!"

Mr. 3's smug sneer echoed from inside the cha:

"This is my strongest defensive form! Though it's wax, it has the hardness of steel! Your sword and ordinary flas can't hurt !"

"Oh? The hardness of steel?"

Tatsuya landed and looked at the giant white monster, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Zzzzt—!!

Dazzling blue-white electrical arcs suddenly danced across the longsword in his hand.

"Then let's see if your turtle shell is harder, or if my sword is sharper."

Swish!

Tatsuya's figure moved like lightning, closing the distance in an instant.

The lightning-wrapped longsword sliced through the wax cha—which supposedly had the hardness of steel—as easily as cutting through butter.

"What?!" Mr. 3 cried out in shock.

However, although the blade had cut in, the viscous liquid wax seed alive, firmly gripping the blade.

Imdiately after, Mr. 3 secreted a large amount of wax again, instantly filling the cut.

The cha was as good as new.

"Hehehe! This is my art! As long as I have stamina, I can repair it infinitely!"

Mr. 3 controlled the giant cha fist, smashing it down hard toward Tatsuya:

"Is this all you've got?! Red-eyed brat!"

Tatsuya withdrew his sword and leaped back, avoiding the clumsy strike.

He looked at the constantly regenerating white turtle shell, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"A little interesting, like a turtle hiding in its shell."

Tatsuya sheathed his sword and began to weave hand signs rapidly, a much more violent surge of Chakra than before gathering frantically within his body.

"Since you like playing with wax so much, I'll burn you to ashes along with your shell!"

"Try this!!"

Tiger-Ox-Monkey-Rabbit-Rat-Boar-Rooster-Ox-Horse-Dog-Tiger-Dog-Tiger-Snake-Ox-Monkey-Rabbit!

[Fire Style: Great Fire Destruction!!!]

Boom————!!!

At this mont, what Tatsuya spat out was no longer a spherical fla, but a terrifying blaze that condensed like a laser before instantly expanding into a sea of fire!

The temperature was so high that it even caused the surrounding air to distort.

"What kind of fire is this?!"

Mr. 3 peered through the gaps in the cha, watching the wall of fire that seed capable of devouring everything rush toward him, his mouth agape with terror.

Flas of this scale could definitely lt him in an instant!

"Candle Wall!! Super Thickened Version!!"

In a life-or-death mont, Mr. 3 unleashed all his potential.

He frantically created a Candle Wall several ters thick, like a city wall, blocking his front.

Zzzzt—!!!

The flas collided with the wax wall.

The outer layer of wax was instantly vaporized by the heat, sending up billowing white smoke.

But Mr. 3 was like a madman, continuously replenishing the liquid wax from the inside.

Though he was in a wretched state and nearly dehydrated from the heat, he miraculously managed to block the strike.

When the flas dissipated, only a Candle Wall riddled with holes but still standing remained.

Puff... puff...

Mr. 3 hid behind the wall, drenched in sweat, yet he let out a wild laugh of survival:

"Did you see that!! As long as I have enough wax, your flas can't burn through my defense!!"

"This is the art of my creation! I am invincible!!"

After this bout of fighting, Mr. 3 realized that while he couldn't hit the agile Tatsuya,

Tatsuya also didn't seem to want to waste too much Chakra trying to burn through this ridiculously thick turtle shell for the ti being.

Thus, he felt he had a bargaining chip.

Click.

Mr. 3 suddenly deactivated the armor on the cha's head, revealing his sinister and wretched face.

He pointed toward the jungle in the distance—where a giant rotating candle service set was dimly visible, currently trapping Zoro, Nami, Vivi, and the others.

"Stop!!! Try moving one more inch!!"

Mr. 3 roared, his eyes filled with threats:

"Do you see that? The Extra Large Service Candle Set over there is almost complete!!"

"That chanism is linked to my life force! Or rather, only I can undo that special lock!"

He looked at Tatsuya and flashed a grueso smile:

"If you kill , your companions—that swordsman, the navigator, and that traitor princess—will be completely covered in wax mist and turned into living wax statues!! They'll never recover!!"

"If you don't want them to die, put down your weapon and let leave!! Otherwise, we'll all go down together!!"

After shouting this, Mr. 3 stared fixedly at Tatsuya, waiting for him to show an expression of anger, hesitation, or compromise.

Usually, guys like this cared most about their companions.

This trick had never failed.

However.

What he saw was a pair of eyes that showed no ripple of emotion.

Those crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan radiated a cold light in the shadows.

Tatsuya stood his ground, not even lowering his sword.

He wasn't angry or anxious; he just looked coldly into Mr. 3's eyes.

That look made Mr. 3 feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Look into my eyes."

Huh?

Mr. 3 looked over in confusion. "What eyes? You..."

Hum—

The Sharingan spun frantically.

[Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique.]

"Kid..."

Just as Mr. 3 was about to speak, the scene before him suddenly changed.

In his terrified vision, the black-clad youth suddenly vanished.

In his place were countless demons covered in black flas, crawling toward him from all directions.

"Aaaah! What are these things?!"

Imdiately following that, the candle cha he was so proud of suddenly began to spontaneously combust uncontrollably.

Flas instantly burrowed into his skin. The extre agony of being burned alive and having his skin lt away bit by bit was clearly transmitted through every nerve.

"Waaaah!! It's so hot!! Help!! I'm lting!!"

"Don't co any closer!! You demon!!!"

In the hallucination, Mr. 3 was experiencing the most horrific torture in the world.

In reality,

Mr. 3's pupils instantly dilated, and his entire body stiffened in place.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, only a "gurgling" gasp coming from his throat.

Even the candle cha, which had been constantly repairing itself, completely ceased functioning because it lost conscious control.

For soone with such weak willpower, the Sharingan's Genjutsu was a dinsional strike.

Tatsuya looked at the enemy who had already fallen into a stupor, not bothering with any more words.

Swish—

Body Flicker Technique activated.

Only a black afterimage remained in the air.

A flash of cold light.

No obstacles, and no defense.

Pfft.

Mr. 3's head, with its strange "3" shaped hairstyle, soared high into the sky.

Until the head hit the ground and rolled a few tis, that face still bore an expression of extre terror and distortion, as if he were still undergoing hellish torture.

The headless corpse swayed for a mont before collapsing to the ground with a thud, blood instantly staining the white candle fragnts red.

Baroque Works High Agent Mr. 3, confird dead.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the host for defeating Baroque Works High Agent Mr. 3]

[Battle Rating: S.]

[Reward obtained: 800 Ninja Points]

Tatsuya expressionlessly flicked the blood off his blade and slowly sheathed his sword.

He looked down at the corpse, his eyes terrifyingly indifferent:

"Threatening with my companions?"

Tatsuya stepped over the corpse, his voice drifting away with the wind:

"Watch yourself in the next life."

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