OnePiece-Strongest ice Dragon Chapter 42 42: A Failed Ultimate

"Ding! Congratulations to Dashu L for achieving: [Ten Fans]!"

Seeing Minnie collapse again less than three seconds after getting up, Simon stood dumbfounded. "Seriously… is it really necessary to go down that fast? Why did I even bother saving you?!"

Loya kicked Minnie aside and, rubbing his knuckles, approached Simon. "So, are you going to choose to pass out, or would you prefer to be knocked out?"

Get knocked out? Do you think I'm stupid? But… I won't go down so easily!

Simon's gaze hardened as he quickly pulled an object from his pocket.

"Still want to resist?" Loya sneered, stepping forward as his massive fist swung toward Simon's face.

Suddenly, Simon raised what he was holding to block the punch.

Whoosh!

A strong gust of wind from the punch blew past, causing the white fabric to flutter and slap against Simon's face. It was… a white flag.

Loya stopped mid-attack, mouth agape, staring in stunned silence at Simon, who was curled up on the ground in a defensive ball. "I have never seen such a shaless person in my life!"

"Hey! Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Garp, and Chief Instructor Zephyr are all watching from up there! Do you have any pride left?!"

"Don't care. As long as you don't hit ," Simon replied flatly without even lifting his head.

In the distance, Sengoku and Garp exchanged weird looks, then turned to stare at Zephyr.

Zephyr roared, fangs bared, "What does that have to do with ?! The Westin family code is just like that! What do you expect to do?!"

"All of you, move aside!"

Suddenly, a low, guttural voice echoed through the field.

Everyone looked toward the sound. Tony, who had been maintaining his drawing stance, slowly raised his head. His pale blue pupils had turned an icy crimson, locked firmly onto Loya. As he moved, a terrifying murderous aura suddenly exploded across the field, intensifying with every passing second.

Simon, still huddled in his defensive ball, glanced back. He scrambled away with impressive agility and shouted to the "survivors" frozen in place: "Don't just stand there! Tony's move doesn't distinguish between friend and foe! Do you want to be sliced in half? Run if you can, hit the dirt if you can't! And soone push those guys who are piled up—don't stay at the sa horizontal level as Loya's neck!"

On the viewing platform, Sengoku narrowed his eyes. "This is… the Shura Sword Style? I didn't think it still existed in the world. Wasn't the last successor killed when he challenged Mihawk?"

Sengoku had fought a successor of the Shura Sword Style in his youth and had taken a small loss, leaving a deep impression.

Zephyr nodded and explained to the bewildered Garp: "The Shura Sword Style is unlike the standard slashes of ordinary swordsn; it is a technique born solely for killing. Before this, it was the hidden trump card of the world's greatest assassin in the underworld."

He looked toward Sengoku: "Although the assassin known as 'Shura' is indeed dead, he left his sword style on the sea before he passed. Tony is one of the successors. That's why his hotown was attacked by pirates—the underworld placed a bounty of 1 billion berries for this kind of power."

"However, after all these years, Tony is the only one we've found. There's no news on any others, so Tony is likely the only remaining successor of the Shura Sword Style in the world. It's a pity, though; Tony himself isn't well-suited for this art, so his power is severely limited…"

The two people on the field couldn't hear Zephyr's exposition.

I can't dodge it!

That was the conclusion Loya reached the mont their eyes t. Swordplay in the OP world was a mysterious power; swordsn could develop piercing slashes, coat them in Haki, or, like now, lock onto a target with killing intent, creating an inescapable feeling of doom.

Loya didn't understand the principles, but he knew one thing: Tony's next strike would be lethal. Not even the Silverback Great Ape had managed to threaten him like this.

The alarm bells in his mind were screaming, and the instinct of his Dragon body frantically urged him to dodge.

Haha, this is getting more interesting… They're just background characters, so why do they have this kind of power?! Minnie, Aldo, and now Tony! Loya mused to himself.

Just then, feeling that Loya was intimidated, Tony moved.

"Shura Ultimate: Thousand-Corpse Purgatory!"

Silently, Tony's blade sliced through the air with a fluid motion, then sheathed just as fast—as if he had never drawn it at all. A faint red line appeared in the air, then vanished instantly.

Danger! Loya's internal alarm exploded. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and cold sweat soaked his clothes before he even realized it. Yet, he felt as though his legs had been poured full of lead—he couldn't move.

The red line appeared right in front of Loya, less than ten centiters from his neck. The bone-chilling killing intent made his skin crawl.

Pfft!

... (Normally, this would be the end of the previous chapter, but wouldn't you want to hit soone for a cliffhanger like that?) ...

Sengoku: "…"

Garp: "…"

Simon: "…"

Tony: "…"

Spectators: "…Wait, why do you look so confused yourself?!"

Loya panted heavily, reaching up to touch his neck. He discovered that the smooth ice armor had only sustained a scratch as deep as a fingernail. Forget a lethal wound—it hadn't even penetrated the armor!

"Huh? It… it didn't do anything!"

Startled by the roar of the crowd, Tony blinked, finally coming to his senses. He apologized, his face flushed with embarrassnt: "Sorry, sorry! I forgot… I still can't cut through steel."

Sengoku looked helplessly at Zephyr. "Zephyr, what is going on here?"

Even he had been shaken by Tony's aura monts ago. He had honestly thought the thods of the underworld's greatest assassin were truly formidable. But the result? Forget killing Loya—he hadn't even drawn blood!

Zephyr covered his face with his hand, his voice muffled. "The Shura Ultimate is different from normal slashes. It doesn't deal piercing damage on impact; instead, it remains inside the target to shred them from within. Given the softness of a human body, how can anyone resist internal shredding? That's why it's called the 'Killing Sword Style.'"

"But precisely because of that, it cannot destroy the target's defense directly; it requires the swordsman's raw strength to break through first."

"This brat Loya has been constantly strengthening his defense. I don't know exactly how hard the ice armor on his neck is, but it's certainly not sothing the current Tony can cut through."

If Loya could hear Zephyr, he'd definitely say: That's truly… [Yao Ming face]… great to hear!

Kuzan had taught him on the very first day not to spread his defense thin, but to focus it on his vitals. He had always followed that advice. His Ice Armor had been upgraded several tis, becoming not only lightweight but also vastly more defensive. His vital points were so reinforced that even Aldo, who knew Busoshoku Haki, struggled to break them. Tony, a half-baked talent, stood no chance.

Even so, Tony's attack had been enough to make Loya break into a cold sweat. An ultimate that required a minute of charging was indeed impressive, and the Shura Sword Style was worthy of the na—but unfortunately, he had encountered Loya, who put his shields up before he even started a fight.

"So that's it!" Garp picked his nose. "So, if that kid didn't have that layer of ice on his neck, he'd have been cut open by now, right?"

"That is true…" Zephyr didn't feel like arguing with Garp. He exchanged a glance with Sengoku and decided not to tell him about Loya's true condition—not out of distrust, but because Garp was just too unreliable.

Zephyr paused. "However, Zoan-type users have incredible recovery abilities, especially the Dragon Fruit, which is top-tier even among Mythical Zoans. Once, when Loya fought Kuzan, his lungs were pierced. Before Kuzan could find a doctor, the massive bleeding had already stopped… After a day of rest, he was back to low-intensity training!"

"So even if Tony had cut his neck, with a body as tough as a dragon's, Loya wouldn't have died. He would have recovered in a month or two at most."

"There's such a thing?!" Garp was shocked, looking at Loya on the platform. "Are Mythical Zoans really that ridiculous?"

"Yes, it's just that unscientific," Zephyr said with a bitter smile. Loya's vitality was among the strongest he had ever seen. Aside from destroying his vitals directly, there was no real way to kill him in one hit.

What Zephyr didn't know was that Loya's recovery ability was actually a gift from the System. What the exact principle was, even Loya didn't know. In the original series, Dragon Slayer Mages didn't possess his current monster-like strength and recovery. Magic power wasn't quantifiable, magic required long periods of study, and there were no "energy stage" classifications.

The only reasonable explanation for these discrepancies was the System itself.

After the initial excitent of crossing over faded, Loya would spend his spare ti tinkering with the System. He had beco extrely wary of the many "unreasonable" aspects of his existence. He had a premonition: as a transmigrator, sotis, the greatest enemy might just be one's own "cheat code."

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