One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Facing the candy bean suspended in mid-air, Victor slowly curled up a calm smile.

In his strange eyes, one red and one purple, a perfect blend of icy killing intent and mockery.

Let me demonstrate for you.

As a result, the ripples of his Rinnegan, resembling water ripples, flickered slightly in his left eye socket.

An unparalleled spatial repulsive force erupted precisely from his center.

A loud "bang" was heard, like a muffled thunderclap.

Those imposing candies that were originally suspended in mid-air were instantly redirected by the violent repulsive force.

They flew back towards Katakuri from below at a terrifying speed several times faster than when they arrived, transforming into a dense rain of black bullets.

Despite the overwhelming counterattack, Katakuri's face, mostly hidden by his scarf, remained indifferent.

His straightforward counterattack trajectory had long been seen through by his Observation Haki, which could see into the future.

With his superb agility and speed, it was naturally impossible for him to be hit by such a crude attack.

However, just as he was about to calmly dodge to the side...

Katakuri's cold eyes suddenly widened.

In his constantly activated Observation Haki vision, he not only saw the trajectory of the candy bean, but also the deadly scenes that followed.

On the rooftop, the crimson tomoe in Victor's right eye suddenly began to spin wildly.

In an instant, an eerie, pitch-black flame traversed the distance of space and burst into flames on Katakuri's shoulder and chest without warning.

This pitch-black flame seemed to possess a terrifying ability to devour everything.

As soon as it appeared, it spread rapidly at an alarming speed, greedily devouring his tall and tough body!

Moreover, the changes are far from over.

The moment their eyes met, Katakuri's consciousness suddenly sank downwards.

He felt a strong wave of dizziness, and the dilapidated commercial street around him shattered before his eyes like a mirror being struck by a heavy hammer.

After a brief moment of disorientation, he found himself in a dark red void, bound tightly by countless invisible chains.

He was directly trapped in Viktor's unpredictable and illusory eye technique.

His body was being scorched by the black flames, while his mind was being dragged down by the illusion.

Faced with this double blow of physical and mental terror.

The strongest general under Big Mom's command has finally revealed to the world his terrifying willpower, which he calls "monster".

At this critical moment, Katakuri showed no hesitation or panic.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his sharp teeth biting his lip until it bled.

Crimson blood instantly seeped out, and the strong, rusty smell of blood, along with excruciating pain, rushed straight to his mind.

Katakuri forcefully used the intense pain to break free of the dark red quagmire of illusion and regain control of his body.

The moment his consciousness returned to reality, he immediately endured the excruciating pain of the black flames on his body that felt like they were burning through his very bones, and strained his legs with all his might.

His massive body twisted into an incredible angle at the last second, narrowly escaping the area covered by those powerful candy-bean bullets.

However, Katakuri, who was still in mid-air and had not yet landed, suddenly found his forehead covered with large beads of cold sweat.

Because his overloaded Observation Haki was once again frantically issuing a deadly warning:

In the next second of the future, he was about to be violently blasted away by a strange force!

Without the slightest hesitation, Katakuri immediately activated his Mochi Mochi Fruit power in mid-air.

He was prepared to transform his body into a sturdy and resilient Armament Haki glutinous rice shield the moment his feet touched the ground, in order to withstand the impending fierce impact.

Unfortunately, despite his quick reflexes, he still couldn't keep up with Viktor's relentless, storm-like offensive pace.

His shoes had barely touched the stone slabs on the ground when he hadn't yet fully converted his Devil Fruit powers.

Viktor's smiling face appeared before him as if he had teleported away like a ghost!

"Too slow."

A whisper, like the pronouncement of death, rang in my ears.

Viktor gave this top general absolutely no chance to breathe.

With a loud cracking sound of bones grinding together, a dazzling dark purple light suddenly erupted from behind Victor.

Two enormous, dark purple Susanoo arms, radiating an aura of destruction, suddenly extended from Viktor's back.

These two enormous energy arms, one on the left and one on the right, were like two unshakeable steel pincers, gripping Katakuri's towering body tightly.

His arms were tightly bound to his sides, leaving him suspended in mid-air, completely unable to move.

Katakuri, who was firmly bound by Susanoo's arm, had his eyes wide open.

At this moment, his Observation Haki once again revealed a scene of utter despair.

The raging fire is about to engulf everything!

In this life-or-death situation with no way to avoid it, Katakuri could only grit his teeth and use all his strength to frantically unleash his Armament Haki.

A deep, domineering black aura quickly spread across his body.

He attempted to forcibly form another layer of defensive shield under the scorching black flames.

But it was all too late.

As Susanoo's arm restrained Katakuri, Viktor's ten fingers transformed into a dazzling afterimage, completing a complex set of hand seals in an instant.

Viktor's chest heaved as he took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth wide:

"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"

"boom--!!!"

It was accompanied by a terrifying howl.

A terrifying sea of ​​fire, as continuous as a tsunami, instantly erupted from Victor's mouth.

The blazing flames instantly transformed the space in front into a fiery inferno, completely engulfing Katakuri's massive body.

In this scorching inferno where the temperature was so high that even the air was distorted.

Katakuri's prized mochi shield melted rapidly in a very short time, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Not only that, but the insane burning of the pitch-black Amaterasu Flame, which was already clinging to his body like a malignant tumor, was also aggravating.

This masterpiece of the Big Mom Pirates, who had dominated the New World for many years, could no longer maintain her composure and arrogance in this unbearable pain.

He couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Enveloped in endless flames and excruciating pain, Katakuri felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and defeat.

The man's attack method was utterly bizarre.

Whether it's the invisible repulsive force, the inextinguishable black fire, or the illusion that instantly pulls you into a dream.

It was still that enormous arm that appeared out of nowhere and that exaggerated sea of ​​fire.

These were all bizarre moves he had never seen before, and they made absolutely no sense.

However, what's even more terrifying than these unknown moves is Viktor's absolutely dominant offensive rhythm.

Viktor's attack speed is just too fast.

The deadly combo, one move after another, poured down like a relentless storm, giving him no chance to react.

Even Katakuri's proud Observation Haki, which allows him to see with perfect clarity what Viktor is going to do next, is still incredibly powerful.

It can predict the fatal point of each attack.

But so what?

His heavy body, which was currently being severely burned by flames and tightly bound by a massive energy arm, was now in disarray.

There was simply no time to make any effective evasive or defensive response.

The most cruel torment is being able to see it but not escape it.

Just as Katakuri let out a deafening roar, his muscles bulging, preparing to break free from the dark purple arm's restraints at the cost of severe injury and launch a desperate counterattack.

Viktor flashed again, instantly closing the final distance.

He suddenly raised his right leg, his muscles brimming with terrifying, monstrous strength.

A heavy, unadorned kick landed squarely on Katakuri's broad chest.

"Snap—!"

Accompanied by a dull, muffled cracking sound.

Katakuri's tall, heavy body was violently kicked away like a cannonball under the enormous impact.

His body left an indistinct afterimage in mid-air, crashing through one sturdy plaza building after another behind him.

The roar was incessant, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

In the end, this star general of the Four Emperors fell heavily into a scene of devastation at the end of the street, buried under rubble.