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Chapter 185: The Monster That's Recovering Faster and Faster!
Whitebeard's words, "Warm-up is over," were like a death knell.
The Five Elders and Garin Sei, who were confident of victory just a moment ago and were ready to enjoy a brutal killing match, froze completely with their sinister smiles.
As they watched the dozen or so people opposite them, now fully revived, their faces were filled with nothing but fear.
Correct.
fear.
"Don't... don't get carried away!"
Holding the first generation Kitetsu, the Five Elders managed to squeeze out a roar under the weight of fear, trying to dispel the chill that seeped into their bones with the volume of their voice.
"Before Lord Im, who has bestowed upon us the power of eternity and immortality, you mortals destined for decay are but slightly stronger ants!"
He pushed all the dark energy in his body to its limit.
The ominous black aura gathered, compressed, and twisted in front of him, transforming into a jet-black energy wave that devoured light, emitting a shrill whistle that tore through the air as it shot straight toward the white-bearded man.
However, faced with this seemingly devastating attack, Whitebeard didn't even bother to look at him.
He casually swung the naginata, Murakumogiri, forward.
It was just a simple wave.
A Conqueror's Haki slash refined to its fullest potential.
laugh...
The pitch-black energy wave did not explode or roar the moment it met the pale white slash.
It was simply cut open from the middle.
Then it slowly fades away.
The supreme will contained within the strike directly erased its existence, causing it to dissipate without a trace.
The aftershocks of the strike continued!
That seemingly ordinary attack, after tearing apart the energy wave, transformed into a pale white streak that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and swept past Venus's body in an instant at a speed far exceeding any previous attack.
"How...how...could...it be..."
All of Venus's movements froze in place.
Their eyes were filled with incomprehension and utter astonishment.
A line of blood appeared in the center of his forehead, went straight down, across his nose, lips, and chin, and spread all the way to his lower abdomen.
next second.
His body slid to the left and right, neatly splitting into two halves.
Clumps of black energy surged wildly from the broken ends, attempting to glue the two halves of the body back together.
But this time, the regeneration process was much slower.
This scene was a powerful shot in the arm, greatly boosting the morale of their own side.
"Gurgler! Newgate, you bastard, don't have too much fun by yourself! At least leave me a few!"
Roger burst into his signature maniacal laughter, a laugh brimming with uncontrollable fighting spirit and exhilaration.
Without waiting for the white-bearded man's response, he transformed into a streak of crimson-gold light and charged headlong into the enemy ranks with an unreasonable and ruthless manner.
"Gods, beware!"
The moment Ace drew his sword, he unleashed a slash.
A terrifying horizontal slash, crackling with crimson-gold lightning, hurtled towards another stunned Five Elder.
Boom! ... Boom!
The Five Elders didn't even have time to react before being hit squarely by the sword energy.
He and the ground beneath his feet were blasted away, exploding into a mixture of blood mist and black gas in mid-air.
The warm-up is over.
The execution has begun!
In an instant, everyone launched a counterattack!
"Iron Fist - Meteorite!"
Garp's roar was like a thunderclap, and with one punch, he blasted a member of the Knights of God from head to toe, leaving only half a body.
"Lion's Might - Wave Slash!"
Shiki the Golden Lion roared with laughter that shook the heavens, his legs hovering in mid-air. His swords, Sakura Ju and Moku, transformed into two golden storms of death, and countless flying slashes intertwined to form a net, enveloping another of the Five Elders.
Where the sword energy passed, limbs and shattered armor flew everywhere, and those so-called elites were cut into countless pieces.
"Thunderous Eight Trigrams!!!"
Kaido's destructive roar followed immediately. In his human-beast form, his spiked club was crackling with purple-black lightning. With a single sweep, he smashed Maz Saint's bones to pieces, sending him flying like a cannonball, crashing into a series of hills in the distance.
Charlotte Linlin, Sparky Jabba.
They acted simultaneously.
In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, fist winds howled, thunder and vibrations intertwined, and domineering lightning danced wildly, dyeing the entire sky with the color of apocalypse.
The battle formation that the Knights of God were so proud of was as fragile as paper in front of these monsters.
They fell in droves, turning into a sky full of blood and flesh.
Then, amidst the eerie surge of black energy, it twisted and painfully reassembled.
The entire battlefield was a one-sided massacre.
The dawn of victory is just around the corner.
However, as time went on, Whitebeard and the others gradually discovered the problem.
"Hey, don't you guys think...?"
Shiki the Golden Lion cleaved a newly reformed knight into dozens of pieces with a single wave of his cleavage. He looked at the pieces of flesh on the ground that were still writhing and coming together, his brows furrowed in dismay.
"These guys' recovery... seems much stronger than before?"
His voice was filled with impatience and doubt.
At first, nobody paid any attention.
The pace of the battle was so fast that everyone was immersed in the exhilarating carnage.
Each attack is several times more powerful than the last, easily destroying the enemy.
The thrill of this absolute power made them overlook the details.
Whitebeard yanked the crazed Garin Saint out of the ground with a punch, and then delivered another heavy blow to his chest.
"Cough!"
Garin Saint's chest collapsed completely, his sternum was crushed into powder, and dark energy scattered everywhere.
He was blasted into the ground again, creating an even deeper crater.
Whitebeard withdrew his fist and looked down into the deep pit, at the darkness writhing and churning on Garin's chest.
His brows were furrowed.
Not right.
Something is very wrong.
The Conqueror's Haki imbued in his fist began to weaken its suppressive effect on the dark energy the moment it made contact with the opponent's body.
The other person's body is rapidly adapting, even becoming immune to his domineering aura.
That punch felt like hitting a slippery lump of mud; no matter how much force you used, you couldn't completely destroy it.
He suddenly remembered the Golden Lion's careless remark.
Resilience...has it gotten stronger?
Or rather, these monsters are analyzing and adapting to their power through repeated destruction.
He suddenly raised his head, and with all his might, roared at the chaotic battlefield:
"Stop it, everyone!!!"
"Something's wrong!!!"
This explosive shout instantly drowned out all the roars and howls on the battlefield.
Roger was about to unleash his next miraculous dodge when his movement suddenly froze.
Garp's iron fist, which was about to fall, was abruptly stopped in mid-air.
Kaido, Shiki, Linlin... Everyone instinctively stopped attacking, distanced themselves from their respective enemies, and looked at Whitebeard, who had issued the warning, with confusion and doubt.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the enemies they had just ravaged.
The wounds on the Five Elders and members of the Knights of God, who had just been beaten to a pulp, were healing at an alarming rate.
The wounds on the Five Elders and members of the Knights of God, who had been beaten to a pulp, some cut into pieces and others blasted into mincemeat, were healing at a terrifyingly rapid pace that was visible to the naked eye!
The enemies who had just been slaughtered by them were now standing up again, completely unharmed.
Their aura remained weak, but the ominous dark energy was even more concentrated and viscous than before.
The look in their eyes as they gazed at Whitebeard and the others was no longer filled with fear, but with an inhuman, cold indifference.
That look was like looking at a group of prey about to be eaten.
"These guys... how come they're recovering so quickly?"