Rocks Band: I have 48 Imperial Arms.

We must never be enemies!

This guy……

Beneath that arrogant exterior lies a terrifyingly meticulous and elaborate scheme!

simply……

It's almost like having precognitive abilities.

It was as if he had foreseen all of his actions before the battle even began. Every reaction was under the opponent's control, like a puppet being manipulated, step by step, heading towards the end.

terrible!

terrible!

Moans felt a deep-seated fear.

A look of fear once appeared on his wrinkled old face.

Extended to an extremely short time.

He wasn't given a chance to waste it.

"open!"

Repeat the old trick.

In the chaos, he could only explode the last of his colored gas, mixed with smoke.

The test tube was broken into pieces.

The billowing smoke also obscured his figure.

With all his might, he dodged backward and disappeared completely into the thick fog, just like when he faced Locke's double attack on God Valley, he fled and concealed himself.

"Fortunately!"

"Caught up!"

All their strength and the little time they had left were used to activate these two methods.

The previous success at God Valley.

This tactic has already proven effective.

If he can survive the two instants of time freezing, he will regain his freedom and be able to use jet propulsion to soar into the sky and return to the battleship at top speed. With the help of the overwhelming firepower, he will definitely be able to turn the tide!

fine……

Fortunately, I made it in time at the last minute.

Mo Ans's tense gaze had only just relaxed as he watched the billowing waves of smoke around him.

call out!

Sword light pierced the sky!

Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, a glint of sword light suddenly magnified in my eyes.

"That is--"

[One-hit kill - Murasame!]

Mo Ans's vision was fixed on the ever-expanding blood-red light at the end, where an incomparably bewitching longsword pierced his chest, and crimson blood shot through the air like a red ribbon.

Frozen in time, like a tiny insect trapped in amber, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as this scene unfolded, unable even to unleash his power after recovering.

Akame, an assassin by training, is extremely decisive in her actions.

One hit!

One step forward and you're out!

Having successfully hit the target and severed a line of blood with his Murasame sword, he showed no remorse for the victory and immediately pulled away, pushing forward with ghostly speed, like a phantom darting through the smoke.

Extremely fast!

Then it vanished from sight, becoming completely invisible.

"I... um..."

When Mo Ans recovered from the time-space freeze, he was the only one left in the vast cloud of dust and smoke.

They couldn't even find the target they were chasing.

Chapter 181: Heading Towards Death with Mistakes!

Cursed Poison Demon!

break out!

The power of the cursed poison, which had penetrated deep into his bones, erupted instantly within his body.

The unstoppable loss of life filled Moans's wrinkled face with a ferocious fear.

Only by truly confronting this strange force can one truly understand it.

Only then can one know just how terrifying the conceptual curse contained within the demon sword truly is.

Mo Ans, who had initially held onto a sliver of hope, was soon left with only terror—the terror of watching his life slip away so quickly, and being powerless to stop it.

The agony is second only to watching yourself die and being powerless to do anything about it.

"I... I hate it..."

His parched throat howled and roared with all his might, sounding like the cawing of a crow, extremely unpleasant, much like two rough stones rubbing together. An indescribable resentment flowed from his wide-open eyes.

pity……

No matter what, nothing can stop the power of the curse.

even!

Because he was older than Snow.

His face already showed signs of aging, and he endured the curse for even less time than the middle-aged Snow.

soon……

The loss of life marks the end.

boom!

His short, stocky body fell heavily to the ground.

Army General!

Wan Yan Mo Ansi!

They had completely lost the strength to struggle!

"How...how could you...how could you know where I was..."

"Last time...last time...I managed to avoid it..."

Moans stared wide-eyed.

His round eyes were filled with resentment and indignation.

Even though he had already penetrated deep into the fog and was concealed, how could he still be locked onto and targeted? Even his Observation Haki couldn't penetrate the smoke that had been tainted by his power, so how could he be seen through in an instant?

"Just luck."

Locke's calm words, however, somehow managed to rouse him to his last breath.

"No...impossible!"

"Absolutely...absolutely! Impossible!"

If it was just luck, then doesn't that mean he really deserved to die?

In the vast white fog, the probability of instantly pinpointing his location is, if not almost zero, minuscule as a speck of dust. And to deliver a fatal blow at such a moment...

That would require an incredible amount of luck.

But if it's not luck, how else can it be explained? The Smoke Forest that he can release only after his Devil Fruit awakens is a power that even Observation Haki cannot see through, and it's a power that even the Commander-in-Chief has personally praised.

"Making excuses..."

"That's definitely just a pretext..."

His desperate wails turned into low murmurs. His life force had been exhausted by the curse, and he no longer had the strength to roar. His intermittent murmurs were his last echo.

Even in his final moments before death, Moans' eyes remained wide open, filled with utter resentment.

After eliminating all the impossibilities, the remaining answer, however unbelievable, is undeniably true.

Although he had already imagined the answer in his heart, he stubbornly refused to admit it to the death.

Both arms were weak and limp.

The last glimmer of hope vanished completely.

Moans! Die!

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