The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

The general fell to the ground, and John sat on her lower abdomen, holding her wrists up above her head with both hands.

The sea stone shackles hanging on the wall of the captain's cabin flew up out of thin air, floated to Junzi's wrists, opened automatically, and then fell down to lock her hands tightly.

Upon close contact with the sea stone, Junzi, who had been struggling frantically, suddenly went limp and lost all strength.

Even though he has an immortal body due to the "Deep Sea Pact", he is still a Devil Fruit user and naturally fears Seastone.

"John, let me go! Or I'll..."

Junzi could only issue weak threats, but her feeble appearance looked more like a coquettish act.

“What? Kill me?” John stood up, walked behind his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a rope.

As John approached with the rope, Junzi couldn't help but recall the man's earlier threats—that he would use her as bait to catch fish.

"You bastard! If you really dare to do that, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

Chapter 150 Black Armor

Upon hearing that he would be hated for life, John stopped what he was doing, stepped over, and straddled Junzi's lower abdomen.

Looking down at Junzi's beautiful, aloof face filled with indignation, he couldn't help but lean down and press his face against hers.

Upon hearing this, Junzi thought John was going to kiss her, so she quickly closed her eyes and forcefully turned her head to the left to avoid him.

Up close, John could clearly see Junzi's eyelashes trembling slightly as she tightly closed them.

"You think I'm going to kiss you? You wish!"

Think beautiful!

These three words echoed in Junzi's mind, making her cheeks flush instantly. She opened her eyes in shame and indignation, staring intently at John.

It seemed she wished she could kill this man a thousand times over with her eyes.

"John, you've gone too far!"

"You were the one who started this delusional thinking, and you even thought so badly of me."

John stood up, walked behind his desk, and sat down, his voice drifting out.

"Although I'm not a good person, I'm not so despicable as to be despicable."

"If you want me to sleep with a woman who rejects me, I'd rather work as a blender."

He then ignored Junzi, who was shouting "I'm going to kill you" in shame and anger, and took down the sailor's knife hanging on the wall to focus on studying how to temper the black knife.

Yesterday, Clover returned to Ohara and sent over the translated historical information of the road signs.

The content clearly explains how to temper a weapon into a black blade.

The general idea is to use Observation Haki to sense the "breath of all things," and then infuse Haki into the inanimate object as it breathes.

The principle is the same as the knot on the ancient robot Emmett: it stores the domineering aura inside, rather than simply covering or enveloping it.

In other words, it can not only be tempered into a black sword with Armament Haki, but also into a form with Conqueror's Haki!

To perceive the "breath of all things," one must either awaken the Observation Haki that allows one to "hear the voice of all things," or reach the swordsman's "Iron-Cutting Realm."

The threshold for "listening to the voice of all things" is unimaginably high, but the "Iron-Cutting Realm" is easily achieved; most pirate swordsmen on the Grand Line have reached the latter level.

Fortunately, when John was researching the tempering of the black blade, he would sometimes swing the blade to relax when he was mentally exhausted, and he happened to reach the "Iron-Cutting Realm".

It's so convenient now; you don't have to spend time learning from scratch.

John stared at the sailor's knife in his hand, calmly trying to feel its breath, and then gradually aligning himself with it.

When the man and the sword breathe in unison, Armament Haki overflows from John's palm, like oxygen that the Sailor Swordsman continuously inhales and absorbs.

Visibly, the sailor's knife's blade had turned black from the inside out.

"How could it consume so much energy?!"

The blade's black color still faintly revealed its original metallic chill, but John's stored domineering aura had already run out.

Not a single drop can be squeezed out.

Damn it, he used to be able to unleash tons of domineering aura with ease, and it was drained so quickly.

Moreover, the tempering effect of the black blade was not as good as expected.

"Could it be..."

John couldn't help but recall the original message Clover had sent him.

"A swordsman must keep his Armament Haki wrapped around the blade for a long time, and through countless life-and-death battles, he can completely integrate the Haki with the blade."

The “fusion” in the original text refers to John’s understanding of breath harmony, which he has achieved.

However, the phrase "a long time" preceding this sentence implies that it cannot be accomplished overnight.

The fundamental reason is that the amount of domineering energy consumed is too great, and it cannot be satisfied by just a few times.

After figuring out the reasons, John gave up immediately.

He wanted to use his domineering aura to forge truly useful armor, not to use a sword he was not good at.

Moreover, he also found a good way to continuously replenish his body's energy, thereby generating boundless domineering power to successfully temper the black armor in one go.

John threw down the half-black sailor's knife, got up and walked out from behind his desk, his gaze sweeping over Junzi, who was lying on the floor staring blankly at the chandelier.

The old woman was deliberately trying to spite him, ignoring his actions.

John didn't bother to coax him, so he simply opened the door and walked out, leaving Junzi alone in the room.

"Reed! Change course, don't go back to the branch, go to Thor Island!"

"As ordered!"

"..."

Half a day later, on Thunder Island.

The entire island was tightly enveloped by a boundless, dark thundercloud, drawing a ferocious and distinct line between it and the clear, bright sky on the other side. The daylight was completely swallowed up, and the daytime turned into a deathly, dark and gloomy underworld.

The warship was anchored at the edge of the coastline. John, alone, floated up and flew into the island, clad in armor.

As John looked up into the clouds above the island's interior, he saw an immense, accumulating thunderous energy. Every few seconds, a bolt of purple lightning, thicker than a giant pillar, tore through the black curtain and crashed down, striking the island's black rocky mountains and exploding in blinding light, scattering debris and scorched earth everywhere.

Amidst the rumbling thunder that shook the heavens and earth, John completely transformed himself into an element, merging with the dense lightning that danced in the clouds.

In an instant, John felt that he had inexhaustible power and domineering aura that he could continuously pour into his armor.

"Armament Haki alone is not enough; we need to bring Conqueror's Haki and Observation Haki as well."

"But how do we infuse Observational Aura into it?"

John, who had dissipated into the clouds and merged with the rolling thunder until he was no longer recognizable as human, fell into deep thought.

After some time, John suddenly had an idea.

Kill upon sight!

The principle behind Observation Haki is similar to that of Armament Haki; it involves enveloping oneself in invisible Observation Haki, much like applying a radar-resistant coating.

So, if we just use the same method to integrate Observation Haki into the armor, wouldn't that be enough?

Without hesitation, John began to concentrate on channeling the three colors of Haki into his armor. Once the energy was depleted, he would draw energy from the lightning to replenish it.

Next, the liquid was poured into the armor.

After this process repeated itself for a day and a night, John's figure finally materialized and appeared in the thunderclouds.

The original metallic base color of the armor he wore had completely melted away, leaving behind a deep, matte black that was not a mere surface coating, but rather the true color forged from countless powerful collisions.

The endless lightning that struck the armor was instantly swallowed up, leaving only a faint wisp of cold black light leaking from the edges.

"Hiss~ Whoosh!"

As John took a deep breath, the imposing black armor rose and fell across his chest like flesh and blood, seemingly becoming one with his body.

"It gave me the feeling that my fists were harder than before."

Is it just my imagination?

At this moment, John really wanted to find someone to practice with, but his immediate priority was to deliver the black armor to Begabank as soon as possible.

Its complete form will be achieved when the Mythical Zoan type Yatagarasu form of the Devil Fruit is implanted into the Black Armor.

Then, we can go and test our strength against Elbaf's Mythical Zoan Ratatoskr hammer and see who is the strongest!

Chapter 151: Yatagarasu Makes its Debut!

Eager to see Black Armor come back to life, John ordered the warships to proceed to Dressrosa, while he himself transformed into lightning and flew towards the first half of the Grand Line to find Vegabank.

Inside the captain's cabin of the warship, Junzi, who had been released by John, sat behind her desk, eating voraciously amidst a feast on the table, completely lacking any ladylike demeanor.

There was no other way; she had been imprisoned for the past few days without a drop of water, and was both hungry and thirsty.

If she hadn't felt so ashamed of being shackled by the Sea Stone shackles, she would have wanted to use the "Deep Sea Contract" to call upon Garin Sei and the others to help her escape.

"John, you bastard!"

As his eating ability gradually returned to normal, Junzi also regained the strength to curse.

Thinking of that despicable man, she couldn't help but mistake the roast meat for John, wishing she could bite it to death.

Even though she gained immortality due to the "Deep Sea Contract," her biological instincts still remained, and she needed to eat and drink to replenish her energy.

One can imagine how miserable she must have been, having gone without a drop of water for several days.

"You bastard, you're not finished with me!"

"..."

亚特兰蒂斯

Inside the cold, giant experimental chamber, countless intricate pipes were wrapped around the black armor, and the metal control panel was covered with energy conduction scales. Vegapunk brushed aside his blond bangs and focused his gaze on the thermostat container holding the Devil Fruits beside him.

The robotic arm gently lifted the sealed mythical beast fruit, and the pale purple halo of the fruit slowly floated in the sealed chamber. High-pressure energy flowed through the pipes and seeped into every inch of the armor's metal texture.

Instead of dissipating, the core of the fruit was forcibly dismantled by Vegapunk's specially designed bio-fusion device, transforming into wisps of vibrant life energy that were thoroughly infused and rooted along the intricate Haki patterns between the armor plates.

The jet-black armor trembled violently as if it had come alive, its matte black surface churning and intertwining with an eerie dark crimson glow, and fine black mist like raven feathers constantly seeping out from the gaps in the metal.