One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 197 The One-Armed General [Second Update]

That's this moment.

Kizaru finally understood something.

No wonder...

No wonder that back in Enies Lobby, even though I watched this kid die and sink to the bottom of the sea with my own eyes, he still managed to escape.

So you can still breathe underwater...

"What exactly are you?"

He mustered his strength and spoke with difficulty, his voice sounding increasingly weak and hoarse in the pitch-black depths of the sea:

"The fish-men? They don't look like them. Could it be some kind of forbidden bloodline that led to the extinction of a race, or... perhaps some kind of experimental subject that I don't even know about?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xia Nuo grinned maliciously, his black hair dancing wildly in the deep sea, and his fist, wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, tore through the water pressure once more and slammed down!
"What this 'race' and 'tribe' nonsense, I'm fucking human!!!"

Boom!
This punch, crackling with black and red lightning, slammed heavily into Kizaru's abdomen!
Click!

With a cracking sound of ribs breaking, Kizaru's body flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through countless rocks along the way, and finally embedding itself deeply into the trench wall with a loud bang!

Xia Nuo stared coldly at the other party.

His breathing weakened a bit, but he could still move.

It's far from reaching its limit.

What a hassle!

These naval admirals are practically monsters! They're completely helpless in the deep sea, just punching bags, yet they're so incredibly resilient!
If ordinary techniques simply cannot finish off the opponent...

"Then let's try this trick, old monkey!"

A surge of air rose from beneath Xia Nuo's feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow, instantly tearing through the water pressure and rushing towards Kizaru!

Snapped!
His left hand gripped Kizaru's throat like an iron clamp, slamming him back into the rock wall, while his right hand slowly rose—

hum!
Black and red lightning suddenly coiled around his palm, and almost all the Conqueror's Haki he could muster gathered, compressed, and spun wildly at this moment, eventually transforming into a crimson disc!
Kanzaki!

A chilling killing intent swept over him, causing Kizaru's expression to change drastically. He finally raised his head, looking at the crimson disc that was almost within reach, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

As expected... I still couldn't wait for that old man.

So, now that things have come to this, is that the only option left...?

"Eight-foot mirror!"

hum!
A golden beam of light suddenly pierced through from above, illuminating this area of ​​the deep sea and quickly focusing all its light on Kizaru.

Just for a moment.

Kizaru transformed into a divine Buddha, his entire body radiating golden light, dazzling and blinding.

This caused Xia Nuo to close her eyes subconsciously, but her hands did not stop moving at all, and she threw "Kanzaki" directly out!
laugh--! ! !
The crimson disc swept across like the scythe of death!

Blood splatters!

An arm flew high into the air. Xia Nuo sensed this scene with his Observation Haki and frowned slightly.

Is it crooked?

That doesn't make sense, at such a close distance.

But it doesn't matter.

Kizaru was still under his control. Although this attack had depleted most of his Haki reserves, the remaining amount was enough to finish him off.

The light dimmed, and Xia Nuo opened his eyes again.

Ok?
Xia Nuo was immediately taken aback. He tilted his head and looked at Kizaru, whom he was holding in his right hand. He looked at him from left to right and felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

Trade-in your old car for a new one?
The Kizaru before them was dressed in a clean white Justice Cloak and striped suit, his aura extremely powerful, as if he had returned to the time when the battle had just begun.

"I see……"

Xia Nuo grinned, suddenly remembering the information that only he knew in this world.

Kizaru possesses the ability to create clones, which have all of his abilities and can even perfectly mimic his aura, making it difficult for even those with Observation Haki to distinguish between the real and fake clones.

However, in terms of actual combat strength, it is just a low-end version in all aspects.

It's a clone!

He blasted the "Kizaru" apart with a single punch, then looked up, unleashed a burst of air beneath his feet, and hurtled towards the sea!

……

Meanwhile, on the ice...

Kizaru reappeared where his clone had been, then plummeted from the sky, his knees slamming into the ice with a dull thud.

He knelt on the ground, his left hand gripping the hilt of the Kusanagi sword tightly, the tip of the sword deeply embedded in the ice, barely supporting his swaying body.

—In a sorry state.

An unprecedented state of disarray.

His striped suit was already tattered, revealing a blood-soaked shirt underneath. His face was deathly pale, and his lips had an unnatural bluish-purple tinge, making him look like a dying patient just carried out of a hospital intensive care unit.

And the most shocking thing is...

no doubt.

It was that empty right shoulder.

Where the arm should have been attached, there was now only a gruesome severed end, with the bloody, mangled cross-section clearly visible.

Blood continued to gush out, dripping from the tattered suit onto the ice, where it quickly crystallized into a patch of dark red ice.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed violently, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest, or more accurately, every part of his body ached.

Those eyes, which always carried a lazy smile, were now bloodshot, and the pupils trembled slightly. The majesty of a naval admiral?
A composed and unhurried demeanor?
At this moment, everything has vanished.

Instead, something that even he himself found unfamiliar—

fear.

The fear of having narrowly escaped death!
"cough……"

So careless.

Kizaru struggled to his feet. He knew the details of Sengoku's strategy and understood that unless they fought for several days and nights, he would not be able to defeat Shano.

Conversely, the other party also cannot take them down within a few days.

All he had to do was follow Marshal Sengoku's original plan and keep Xia Nuo occupied until Gion could free up his hands.

Even if Gion is lost, there is still a final trump card called Garp.

result……

I was too overconfident!

Completely unexpectedly, the opponent's mastery of Conqueror's Haki had reached such a level that they were able to completely block the path of their elemental transformation in a short period of time.

This resulted in him being forcibly dragged into the sea, where he suffered severe injuries!

If he hadn't left a clone on the warship beforehand to ensure stability,

Today...

I'm afraid I'll really die in that deep sea!
After all, in the deep sea, his true form cannot use Devil Fruit abilities.

Therefore, this time it could only be initiated by his clone.

This technique, called "Amaterasu Displacement," uses light to illuminate his main body, serving as a medium for linking with his clone.

Then, the main body and the clone can ignore the distance and instantly exchange positions.

It can be described as his ultimate life-saving technique, which he rarely uses.

Because the cost is also enormous...

This move will drain most of his strength, and he will experience sharp, needle-like pain all over his body.

However, compared to what Xia Nuo left for him... or rather, what he took away, it seems to amount to nothing.

He finally stood up straight, his face grim as he glanced at his empty right shoulder.

With his right arm severed and excessive blood loss, coupled with the side effects of "Amaterasu Replacement," his condition had plummeted to rock bottom.

We're no longer qualified to fight Xia Nuo to the bitter end; we have no choice but to retreat!
Retreat?
He could leave at any time, even in his current terrible condition. But if he were to transform into a laser beam, he would still be someone that Xia Nuo couldn't keep...

But... there are still so many comrades and subordinates, we simply cannot give up!
Kizaru gripped the Ama-no-Murakumo sword tightly, his gaze sweeping over the Marines still struggling on the ice plains.

The sword duel between Momousagi and Kuina continues, with neither side gaining the upper hand. However, the battles on the other battlefields have already been decided.

Doberman and Dalmesia teamed up against Jack, but they were still no match for him. They were beaten to the ground, coughing up blood and delirious.
The remaining officers and soldiers lay scattered on the ground, their fates unknown;

As for Enel, the Shichibukai he brought with him...

He suddenly froze, staring in astonishment at the lifeless corpse with its neck snapped and lying on the ground not far from him.

Enel...is he dead?
how come!
This guy is definitely an annoying liar, but even he's a little envious of his ability to transform into lightning. He should be able to escape no matter what...

Kizaru narrowed his eyes, looking at the burly figure that was walking towards him step by step with an expressionless face.

The Tyrant, Bartholomew Bear.

This guy is indeed a monster; the strength he's displayed far exceeds the bounty level that headquarters set for him.

Bang!
Suddenly, the sound of ice breaking came from behind him, and a powerful and terrifying aura locked onto his back. Kizaru didn't even need to turn his head to see what was happening.

It was Shano from the depths of the sea who caught up with them...

One after the other.

Am I surrounded?
It doesn't seem to matter anymore.

—Anyway, this battle was fought terribly, and the defeat was inevitable.

Even so, he couldn't escape alone!

There's definitely no hope of taking everyone with us, but we must try to create an opportunity for those comrades who are still able to fight to retreat!
"That's why... I hate bringing a bunch of burdens along when I'm going out alone..."

Kizaru spoke softly, steadying himself, and was about to continue the fight when suddenly—

boom! ! !
A violent shockwave crashed down from the sky, instantly shattering the ice field and causing the seawater to surge up!

This commotion is...

Xia Nuo's pupils contracted, and he suddenly looked up.

A massive figure crashed down from the sky like a falling meteor!
Short, graying hair; a rugged face; and chilling black and red lightning bolts coiled around his muscular arms.

Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp!

"Hey, brat! Long time no see. But we can catch up later. I can't just stand by and watch you wipe out the backbone of the Navy!"

Garp grinned wildly, the black and red light on his right fist becoming increasingly dazzling, almost illuminating the entire night sky!
"Galaxy - Impact!!!"

The roar resounded through the sky, and even before the iron fist, wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, was about to strike, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ice surface within a radius of a thousand meters to crack inch by inch!
Click!

The air twisted and collapsed amidst wailing cries, black and red lightning danced wildly like raging dragons, and a massive circular shockwave continued to expand, illuminating the entire sea area as if the end of the world had arrived!
"Garp?!"

Xia Nuo's eyes lit up, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano, and his blood boiled instantly!
He clenched his right fist tightly, and at that moment he mobilized all the remaining Conqueror's Haki in his body, compressing and condensing it on his fist bone!
Black and red lightning coiled around his arms, and at the point of his fist, a dazzling red cross-shaped light also appeared!

"I know that move too, you old geezer!"

He laughed wildly as he shattered the ice, his body shooting upwards like a cannonball!

"Galaxy - Impact!!!"

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