One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

If I had to pick a flaw in the Glint-Glint Fruit, I'd say it's its weakness in being unable to take a beating.

Of course, this lack of resilience is based on the premise of having Armament Haki and being able to evade Logia-type elemental transformations.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

The sun, which had been clear at first, gradually turned gloomy, and before anyone knew it, a dark cloud had covered it.

The rain fell in a light drizzle.

The town now has the outline of a lake, and the sandworms that were originally buried underground are now exposed.

Both the Navy and the NEO Navy tacitly relinquished their main battlefield.

I was afraid of getting scratched or bumped.

Kizaru stuck to his strategy, focusing on kite tactics, while Joker didn't seem to be planning anything too aggressive. The two of them mainly focused on renovating the town.

During this time, Fujitora also attempted to intervene in the battle.

A technique that unleashes multiple times the force of gravity with a staff-sword – Hell Journey.

They successfully divided the clown into more than ten pieces.

He was then brought close by the clown, who used the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to force him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Those seasoned veterans who had witnessed this power always kept their distance.

Fujitora has seen it all.

He turned around and went to cause trouble for Zefa.

It's fair that the blind man treated the old man the same way.

The rainwater first filled the soil, and then was occasionally thrown out by strange forces. After several stirrings, the water became extremely turbid.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Bucky looked up and saw that the dark clouds had dispersed a little, allowing speckles of starlight to emerge.

The coating work is finished in one day, right?

The NEO Navy personnel are consciously shrinking.

"It's quite rare for an old man to hear the clown say 'I've had enough fun'."

Kizaru hovered beneath the dark clouds, maintaining a distance of nearly fifty meters from the clown.

Don't ask, just look at the bloodstains on the blind man's scarf, you'll know that getting touched by them really does cause serious injury.

I'm too old to see these things.

"So we need to change the way we play."

Bucky gathered all the ghosts back.

He then turned to Zephyr and said, "Can you finish what you asked me to do before you die?"

He planned to leave the task of planting the underwater bombs to Zephyr.

Bucky saw something even more interesting.

Zefa fell silent for a moment, finding it hard to believe his partner's generosity.

To be honest, Zephyr sent Ain to contact the Joker because he thought the Joker would come over, steal the Power Rock, and use it to blackmail the whole world.

This guy's current act of helping surprised Zephyr.

He nodded, then heard the clown say, "Well, it would be best if he lived another half month, then he should be able to see me blow up the Holy Land."

The clown was reluctant to lose an interesting audience member.

The idea of ​​living for another half a month might be a curse for others, but for Zephyr it was a genuine blessing.

In order to withstand Fujitora's attack, the old man once again took the deadly drug ES. His pale purple hair had turned completely white, and his skin was wrinkled and limp.

Fujitora silently put away his staff and sword, no longer continuing to attack the old man, but instead turning his attention back to the clown.

The biggest problem is still the Joker.

The man who caused the most chaos in the world after Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King.

He reached out and touched the bloodstains on the scarf, feeling a dull ache in his internal organs.

"Alright, alright, now we can have even more fun!"

After watching Zephyr and the others leave, Buggy's eyes shone even brighter. He now fully understood Kaido's feelings when he jumped off the sky island and free-fell.

That thrilling feeling…

"This must be a new habit; the sight of blood spurting out is particularly stimulating to the nerves... It could also be a new disease... I wonder what kind of diagnosis the previous attending physician would have given."

The clown rubbed his hair, chuckled a few times, and looked exactly like an old man hanging himself – he was tired of living.

However, his tone remained lighthearted and teasing before he began to complain:

"But they never dared to kill me, as if that would be a terrible thing to do, as if that would cause the masks they wore on their faces to shatter."

“Well, actually…” the Joker grinned, “that mask never existed. Killing me was like…”

“Look…” He waved his hand and pointed around.

After being bombarded by two natural forces, the town was reduced to nothing but ruins. Even the remaining walls and rubble of the buildings were buried under soil, and the accumulated rainwater turned it into a muddy pond.

"Perhaps there was someone like me in those houses, but they died without a sound."

"No one will remember them."

"What are you trying to say?" Kizaru narrowed his eyes, his expression unusually serious.

This time, we really need to get serious.

This should be the best chance to kill the Joker.

“What I mean is…” the Joker clasped his hands together, “why be so serious?”

"Smile more."

Kizaru abandoned his kite-flying strategy, appeared in front of the clown in the blink of an eye, and kicked out with his elemental right foot.

But then he saw the clown's face reveal a triumphant smile, his aura suddenly changed, and his body surface appeared with curling, cloud-like patterns.

"Like this, hehehe..."

A dark, demonic aura pierced through the clouds, and the shimmering moonlight shone on the demon clown, instantly turning his eyes bloodshot.

Click-click——

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the air.

"I'm also very curious to see how well I can perform... Hehehe, this is quite a surprise, isn't it?"

The crack, accompanied by a few crisp sounds, spread to the right foot that Kizaru had raised.

"The power of awakened fruit?"

Even Kizaru couldn't quite tell which of the Joker's Devil Fruits had awakened.

But then, defying the laws of physics, his body suddenly transformed into a ball of light particles and retreated.

The moment his figure disappeared, Fujitora's heavy blow was already fully charged.

"Go to hell, you demon!"

"Hell Journey!"

He gripped the staff-knife with both hands and slashed down fiercely.

A blinding burst of light erupted.

The flying slash, imbued with the power of gravity changes, is as heavy as a collapsing mountain, yet in an instant, its power is as swift as a tiger pouncing on its prey.

It's not just gravity, it's also imbued with Armament Haki.

The thick ground was once again subjected to a new compression, and the Hell Journey carved out a chasm like an abyss, pressing down on the Joker with unparalleled force.

He cannot achieve division.

The surrounding gravity suddenly changed by tens or even hundreds of times, as if I were underwater, with countless seawater pressing down on me, making every movement extremely difficult.

But that's what gives it a more general feel.

Bucky forced a smile.

"It was Blackbeard who reminded me."

“A sufficiently strong domineering aura can withstand such power.”

The demonic aura roared incessantly, and Armament Haki settled on the surface of his body, flowing like the colors of cherry blossoms falling.

Like Ashiku Dokyou, Ryuo is a technique for using Armament Haki, and it's not difficult for Buggy to learn.

The slash swept across my face.

The clown's body was cleanly cut in two, but his aura remained undiminished.

"Is it my turn next?"

His half-open face tilted slightly.

Compared to gravity, the slashes caused him limited damage.

“The ghost…shattered.”

His body instantly diluted into mist, then coalesced into multiple ghostly gas particles.

The ghost moved as fast as a razor.

As it pounced, a cracking sound could be clearly heard.

The cracks and the ghost's maniacal laughter erupted together.

The earth rose up to form mountains, then quickly collapsed into deep valleys. There was no fire or explosion during this time, only the constant groans of the earth and rocks.

Fujitora leaped into the air from a giant rock, his gravity blade constantly battling against the cracks around him.

After a blinding flash of light, Kizaru suddenly split into hundreds of clones and scattered.

Unlike Bucky, among the hundreds of self-creations created by the light particles, there must be one that is the original self.