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The ensuing battle seemed to enter a strange, unpredictable rhythm.

Mosen stopped using those tricks and simply held his long sword, relentlessly attacking Dazbonis, slash after slash.

Slash, chop, slash, thrust, parry, block... The movements were standard, powerful, and fast, but without exception, every strike was blocked by the blade of Dazbonis' hardened body or arm, producing a continuous clanging sound of metal clashing and sparks flying.

The sound was like a tireless blacksmith on the street, repeatedly forging a piece of stubborn iron.

Dazbonis initially thought that Mosen had run out of ideas, but as the sound of hammering continued, Dazbonis gradually realized that something was wrong.

Mosen's face showed no sign of anxiety or discouragement; on the contrary, he was unusually calm, even focused.

His gaze was not fixed on his own vitals or weaknesses, but rather on the knife in his hand, watching every moment the blade collided with the "steel".

His breathing became longer and more steady, as if he never tired. His sword-wielding movements seemed to become "slower," but the power of each strike became more solid and the trajectory more rounded. The pressure and sense of threat he brought to Dazbonis were strangely increasing step by step!

This was no longer like a battle, but more like a honing process. Mosen seemed to be using his "steel" as the best whetstone!

“You…” Dazbonis felt a surge of anger at being slighted and used.

However, just as he was about to ask a question, he was interrupted sharply by Mo Sen.

"Don't speak!" Mosen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable focus and a hint of excitement.

His entire being seemed to be immersed in some kind of profound enlightenment.

With the combined assistance of his Observation Haki and the whetstone before him, Morsen had already grasped the essence of cutting through iron.

Before he could imbue his swords with Armament Haki, he realized that cutting through iron was another way to break through Dazbonis's defenses.

Moreover, as a humanoid piece of steel, Dazbonis seems to be naturally suited to this kind of training method, and Morsen cannot let go of this good opportunity.

Dazbonis was shocked and furious, but also felt a sense of unease. He couldn't play along with Morsen any longer; he had to finish this quickly!

Then, seizing the opportunity during one of Mosen's thrusts, he roared, unleashing his full power. His arms, hardened to the extreme, crossed into an "X" shape and thrust forward with tremendous force.

"Annihilation Slash!" Two massive, intersecting slashes tore through the air, fiercely striking towards Mo Sen, who seemed somewhat distracted!

However, faced with this ferocious attack, Mosen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Instead of dodging, he stepped forward to meet the slashing wave, and the long sword in his hand, which had clashed with steel countless times, was gently raised upward in a seemingly calm manner.

Without any earth-shattering momentum or ear-piercing sound, this strike was simple and unadorned.

when!

With a soft sound, Dazbonis's powerful Annihilation Slash was completely neutralized by this simple and unadorned strike.

"What...?!" Dazbonis's pupils shrank sharply. He couldn't understand how Morsen's swordsmanship had suddenly changed so drastically.

Mosen's movements did not stop. After finishing one strike, he continued to slash at Dazbonis, who was completely terrified.

Although shocked, Dazbonis instinctively defended himself, crossing his arms in front of him.

brush!

A flash of light!

There was no deafening impact as expected.

There was only a soft "slurp" sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Dazbonis felt an unprecedented sharp pain coming from where his arms were crossed!

On the hardened skin of his arms, which were said to be harder than steel and had withstood countless sword strikes, two smooth and neat cuts were clearly visible.

Dark red blood was rapidly seeping from the incision, pooling, and then dripping.

Chapter 49, Robin? (Please continue reading!)

Tick.

A drop of blood fell into the dust on the ground, spreading into a small patch of dark red.

Dazbonis slowly raised his head and looked at Morsen, who stood there with his sword sheathed, seemingly slightly out of breath but with incredibly bright eyes. The cold mask on his face finally shattered completely, replaced by a look of near-blind shock and incomprehension.

"What?!" Dazbonis couldn't understand, much less accept it.

His supposedly invincible body was somehow countered in this brief exchange—and in such a short time?! Is this kind of talent and comprehension even human?!

Mo Sen ignored his shock. Having just grasped the "Iron-Cutting" realm, he had a surge of exhilarating sword intent that needed to be released.

He looked at Dazbonis, his eyes growing sharper, and a satisfied and pleased smile appeared on his lips.

"You're quite a whetstone. In return, I'll let you die a quick death."

"shave!"

The moment he finished speaking, Mo Sen stomped on the ground, and his figure disappeared again.

Dazbonis's pupils contracted sharply. He could not see Morsen's movements clearly. He could only rely on the instincts and intuition accumulated from years of fighting to harden his arms to the extreme and frantically swing them to block, trying to protect his vital points.

"too slow!"

Mosen’s voice accompanied his figure as he appeared beside Dazbonis.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

It was no longer the deafening clang of metal clashing, but the muffled thud of a sharp blade cutting into flesh, severing tendons, and breaking bones!

Dazbonis's hardened skin and muscles lost most of their defensive capabilities in the face of the blade that had mastered the "Iron-Cutting" realm.

Blood gushed out from his wounds like a fountain!

His frantically waving arms cut through the air in vain, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Morsen's clothes.

In just a few breaths, his tall body was cut into a bloody mess by the crisscrossing blades, like a broken rag doll.

"Ughhhhh!" Dazbonis let out a final, unwilling, and painful roar. His massive body was struck by the last powerful horizontal slash, and he flew backward with a thud, crashing heavily into the wall of a building on the side of the street.

However, before his body could slide off the wall, Mosen's figure reappeared in front of him like a ghost.

Without the slightest hesitation, the long sword stained with blood in his hand plunged directly into his chest.

puff!

The longsword easily pierced Dazbonis's heart, protruding through his body and pinning him to the wall.

“You… gulp…” Dazbonis’ eyes widened as he stared intently at Morsen, who was standing right in front of him. He seemed to want to say something, but large mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth, silencing all his words.

He felt his life force rapidly draining away, and the cold and darkness quickly swallowed his consciousness.

The last vestiges of those usually cold and ruthless eyes were shock, resentment, and a trace of bewilderment at the approaching death.

One of Baroque Works' top agents, the user of the Quick-Cut Fruit, Mr. 1 Dazbonis, is dead!

Then, Mosen pulled his longsword from the other man's chest, leaving a trail of blood.

He habitually prepared to shake off the bloodstains from the knife before sheathing it.

But just as the blade left Dazbonis's body, Morsen's senses seemed to detect an extremely faint and indescribable strange fluctuation.

The fluctuation was not a physical entity, but rather an invisible "energy" or "rule" that was quietly dissipating from Dazbonis's rapidly dying body.

"What is this...?!" Mo Sen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively raised his left hand, reaching out to grab the dissipating wave.

"Devil Fruit ability!"

Mosen tried to use his Devil Fruit ability to "collect and contain" the dissipating wave, but the wave was too ethereal and its dissipation was far faster than he could react. In the blink of an eye, it had vanished without a trace.

"What a pity..." Mo Sen sighed inwardly as he looked at his empty palm, unable to hide his regret.

He really wanted to see what kind of stickers would be created if he could collect the Devil Fruit's power.

However, this sudden anomaly also confirmed one of his conjectures: his collection of fruits might indeed touch upon something as special and elusive as "Devil Fruit abilities."

Conversely, perhaps some deeper rules, or more ineffable things, can be collected and captured as his Devil Fruit abilities are developed.

His current abilities and development may be far from sufficient, but as long as he has a direction, there may still be opportunities in the future.

Thinking of this, he calmed his mind and stopped dwelling on it. Just then, a somewhat familiar voice came from a street corner in the distance.

Mo Sen frowned, his relaxed nerves tensing up again instantly, and he dashed off in the direction from which the sound came.

After a few moments of struggle, he turned into the alley and saw Robin lying helplessly on the ground, leaning against the cold wall, one hand clutching his chest, his face pale, his breathing disordered, looking utterly exhausted and shaken.

Her long hair was a little messy, covering half of her face. She only raised her head with difficulty after hearing Mo Sen's footsteps. Her eyes were filled with panic and pain, as well as a trace of excitement after seeing Mo Sen.

“Crocodile…” her voice was weak, choked with sobs, as she struggled to sit up, “Crocodile suddenly appeared and attacked us…”

"Bakara was...captured by him! I...I escaped with all my might...cough cough..."

As she spoke, she coughed violently, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her expression filled with self-blame and resentment.

Seeing this, Mosen quickly stepped forward and knelt down, supporting her while asking in a deep voice with a furrowed brow, "Crocodile personally intervened? Where? Where was Bakara taken? How are you?"

"It's in the alley ahead... He was moving so fast... I don't know where Bakala was taken..."

"I'm sorry... I couldn't protect her..." Robin said haltingly, tears welling up in her eyes, looking incredibly vulnerable and guilty.

As she spoke, she reached out, seemingly wanting to grab Mosen's arm for support and comfort.

However, just as her hand was about to touch Mosen's arm, Mosen suddenly sprang up without warning, his hand that was supporting her shot out like lightning, grabbed Robin's slender neck, and slammed her hard against the wall behind her.

"Ugh!!!" Robin was caught off guard. His eyes bulged out from suffocation and excruciating pain. A look of panic, disbelief, terror, and agony flashed across his face.

“You…cough…why…” She squeezed out a few broken syllables from her throat, her eyes filled with tears and pain, as well as a pitiful look of bewilderment, as if questioning Mosen about why he treated her this way.

But Mosen's gaze remained unwavering, filled only with cold scrutiny and chilling killing intent.

He tightened his grip on Robin's neck, making it even harder for her to breathe, and said in a chilling voice, enunciating each word clearly: "You are not Robin."

Robin's body stiffened upon hearing this, but she immediately struggled to explain.

However, Mosen did not give her a chance. He increased the pressure on his hand and continued to say coldly, "Your appearance does seem impeccable, but Robin's temperament and eyes are not so weak. Her tenacity and forbearance are ingrained in her bones."

“And more importantly,” he paused, “if only one can escape, it will only be Bakala.”

"So, who are you?" Morsen's fingers tightened slightly, and his fingertips even glowed with the faint light of Armament Haki. The killing intent in his tone was almost tangible. "A user of the Imitation Fruit? What's it called again?"

Chapter 50, Choosing Neither: Crocodile's Cruel Plan

On the red ship, a tall figure in a cheongsam walked down from above.

Her long, straight black hair swayed gently in the sea breeze, her fair skin shimmered with a delicate glow under the sunlight, and her stunningly beautiful face was filled with indifference as she looked down at the people below as if they were trash.