Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 242 Zheng Zha? Fu Zha? No! It's Zheng Fu Zha! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
"Thump—!!!"

As the fist struck the ground, a violent tremor spread far and wide along the shattered surface. Numerous cracks spread and proliferated along the point of impact, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently, and a faint "crackling" sound could be heard as the fist sank under the weight of the impact.

Finally, with a deafening crash, the island beneath their feet shattered into pieces, leaving behind only a ruin less than two kilometers in circumference.

Whitebeard pulled his fist from the shattered ground, his gaze first sweeping over the surrounding seawater, then looking up at the red figure with six wings stretching out in the sky, and the huge metal lump under its feet releasing flame thrusters, his lips twitching slightly.

"A terrible environment, plus a terrible opponent... Could this have been deliberately arranged by you guys?"

"Whitebeard, right?"

Looking down at the island that had been shattered into countless pieces, Li Xiaoyi let out a soft breath and suggested, "There is no reason for us to fight. As far as I know, you are only an assistant invited by the East Sea Team, not a member of the Samsara Team. Even if we stop here, there will be no loss. Why insist on fighting us to the death?"

"A fight to the death? Ha, young man, you're very confident!"

Upon hearing this, the white-bearded man laughed heartily, but his expression quickly turned serious: "Unfortunately, I have already promised the group leader that I would help Zhao win this battle. As a man, I cannot break my promise."

"Furthermore, in this world, there has only ever been a Whitebeard who died in battle, not a Whitebeard who surrendered and admitted defeat. So don't say things like that again."

"Is that so? That's a real shame. I really liked your character. If I could, I really wouldn't want to fight you."

Li Xiaoyi shook his head, raised the Judgment Sword in his hand, which had been modified by Chu Xuan several times, and flames blazed around him.

At the same time, Mu Gang, who had been hovering silently beside him, raised the two giant hammers in his hands. Runes surged on them, and strands of lightning gathered in them, bursting out with an aura that even Whitebeard felt was somewhat dangerous.

Is it an ability similar to the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?

Watching this scene, Whitebeard's expression grew increasingly solemn, but his strong voice showed no sign of weakness: "It is indeed a pity, but if we can all survive this time, would you like to consider joining the 'Whitebeard Pirates' and becoming my sons?"

"...I'm sorry, I have a father."

"Not interested in."

Both of them replied, feeling rather speechless.

"Hahaha...that's such a shame!!"

Whitebeard laughed heartily again, then vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky at the same height as the two of them, ready to unleash a punch powerful enough to cause a localized magnitude 8 earthquake.

……

"Oh? This tremor... is it Whitebeard? It seems he's encountered a formidable enemy."

A faint tremor ran beneath his feet. Aizen curiously observed the two Cheng Xiaos opposite him, as well as Wang Xia, Saito Ichiro, Wang Chaozong, Dugu Feng, and others. He noticed that they were all wearing helmets that obscured their vision, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Your aura is impressive, almost reaching or approaching the level of a captain. Moreover, you all seem to know something about my Mirror Flower Water Moon technique. It seems unlikely that I can eliminate you all in one go."

As he said this, Aizen suddenly plopped down on the black rocky ground, with a helpless expression that said, "It's not that I didn't try, it's just that I really can't beat them." He seemed to have no intention of fighting the others.

This scene left the previously prepared crowd completely bewildered. After a long while, Cheng Xiao, wearing a helmet and transmitting footage from Friday, tentatively asked, "What do you mean by this? Are you planning to surrender immediately?"

"Surrender? No, no, no... I just don't want to fight a pointless battle."

Aizen smiled slightly and explained, "In battles between superhuman forces, the upper echelons, not the lower echelons, always decide the outcome. Even if I kill you all here, as long as your most powerful reincarnator defeats or even kills Boros, the final result will simply be that I die with you, and vice versa."

"Since that's the case, why bother with all this trouble? Wouldn't it be better to sit down, chat, and wait for the final result?"

That makes a lot of sense! —x6
The six members of the Central Continent Team and the Demon Team looked at each other and discussed it through Friday's communication channel. They decided to wait and see, just like the other team.

After all, they don't have a single genuine Tier 4 fighter on their side, so even with a numerical advantage, they don't have much of a chance of winning.

Since Chu Xuan's task was simply to entangle the opponent, not to defeat or kill them, there was no need to risk one's life. Of course, one couldn't be careless either; at the very least, one couldn't remove the helmet to prevent falling victim to the illusionary magic of "Mirror Flower Water Moon."

"By the way, you all seem to know me quite well. Could you tell me about my world? In exchange, I'll answer what I know about the East Sea team and the chat group."

"Oh...aren't you afraid your friends and the group admin will come after you for doing this?"

"I'm not one of their comrades, and as for the group admin... ha!"

At this point, Aizen chuckled softly, his voice carrying an unmistakable hint of sarcasm.

……

"Where are the two women?!"

Seated atop Vimana, Gilgamesh looked down at Zheng Zha and Fu Zha, who looked exactly alike, and questioned them with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"Hand them over, and I will personally execute them both, so that they may atone for their sins of offending my majesty."

Upon hearing this, Fu Zha couldn't help but curl his lips: "This guy is so arrogant. I really want to punch him and turn him into two little pancakes."

"Don't be careless. According to Zhan Lan, this Jin Shanshan has awakened the Light of the Mind and is a true powerhouse among the top four."

"Really? He seems so weak. Besides being rich, he has nothing to boast about."

"That's true."

The two of them sang in unison, like a comedy duo, completely disregarding Gilgamesh. This was unbearable for the arrogant Gilgamesh, and several veins immediately bulged on his forehead.

"Nisunai!!"

The next second, a magnificent golden light spread out behind him, with undulating golden halos connecting end to end and layer upon layer. The sharp blade of the treasure was stained with golden light, so dazzling that it illuminated the dim space.

"The King's Treasure!!!"

The terrifying and vast magical power crashed down, and countless magnificent golden rays burst forth. Millions of lights and shadows filled the surrounding area, weaving together a golden net that enveloped the two of them.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! Rumble—!!
A series of explosions rang out. Each Noble Phantasm landed with a deafening roar, turning an area of ​​several kilometers into an attack zone. In the blink of an eye, it was filled with flames and black smoke, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

A moment later, the bombing stopped, but Gilgamesh's expression suddenly changed, and he manipulated Vimana to fly into the sky.

Just then, a hurricane suddenly swept through, instantly dispersing the surrounding black smoke and revealing a huge golden shield.

Immediately afterwards, the shield split apart from both sides, and "Zheng Zha" reappeared, but only as a lone figure.

However, his current attire is quite strange.

A pair of black shoulder armor with gold trim appeared on his shoulders, which, together with the black vest, covered half of his chest, revealing his muscular eight-pack abs. His pants had also turned pure white, making him look quite strange, as if the style of the painting had suddenly changed.

"Introduce yourself."

At this moment, a strange sound with an echo came out of Zheng Zha's mouth, and a wild arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“My name is Zheng Fuzha, and I am the one who is about to kill you.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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