novelhk Chapter 62 Kizaru's Defeated Escape!
Chapter 62 Kizaru's Defeated Escape!
Chapter 62 Kizaru's Defeated Escape!
Borsalino's eyes darkened. Without replying, his body transformed into a golden light once more, instantly appearing to Norton's left. He unleashed another unpretentious light-speed kick, sweeping towards Norton's waist!
This time, Norton didn't dodge completely; he reached out and pulled the 10 hands stuck in the snow.
With a flick of his wrist, his ten hands, accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, met the sweeping golden beam of light head-on!
The collision of metal and energy produced a loud sound similar to the clash of metal!
A dazzling spark flew at the point where the top of the jitte made contact with the light-speed kick!
The natural restraint of Seastone on ability users, combined with Norton's inhuman grip and wrist strength, actually managed to block and deflect the solid beam of light!
The deflected beam of light slanted into the ground in the distance, triggering another explosion.
Borsalino's figure drifted backward the instant the attack was blocked, reforming into human form and landing ten meters away. Ziguang stared intently at the dry hand in Norton's hand.
"Seastone—" Borsalino spoke slowly, his tone becoming playful, "It seems the headquarters' intelligence was correct~ Silver-haired Norton, you really don't know how to use Haki."
If Norton could use Armament Haki, he could directly fight against elementalized Devil Fruit users with his fists or body parts wrapped in Haki, without needing to rely on "external objects" like Seastone weapons.
Using the Ten-Hand technique precisely exposes his lack of effective means to counter Logia-type monsters—at least, that's how Borsalino sees it.
"This is enough to deal with you." Norton casually twirled the stick, the ten hands feeling as light as nothing in his grasp.
"How confident you are~" Borsalino smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and dazzling golden light gathered and stretched in his palms, eventually forming a golden longsword made entirely of light particles. The sword shimmered with light and exuded an incomparably sharp aura.
Heavenly Sword from the Clouds!
"Then, how about trying this?"
Before the words were even finished, the Polsalinos had already transformed into golden light and charged forward once more!
This time it's no longer a long-range kick, but a close-quarters sword fight!
The lightsaber sliced through the air with a high-frequency hum, aiming for Norton's neck. It was so fast that it left several golden afterimages on his retina!
Norton's eyes narrowed slightly. Instead of retreating, he advanced, raising his ten hands from bottom to top to precisely block the blade of the lightsaber!
"Clang—!!!"
An even more ear-piercing and shrill explosion rang out! The top of the jitte's seastone collided squarely with the blade of the lightsaber!
Light and sparks flew wildly!
However, the expected stalemate did not occur.
At the moment the two blades clashed, Borsalino's expression changed drastically!
He felt a pure, irresistible force emanating from the lightsaber!
The most primal and savage physical power, channeled through weapons, crashed down like a tsunami!
"What?!"
Borsalino only had time to have this thought flash through his mind before a tearing pain shot through the tiger's mouth of his hands gripping the sword, and the light of the Sky Cloud Sword flickered violently, almost dissipating!
He was like someone who had been hit head-on by a speeding train at sea, and he was thrown off the ground uncontrollably!
His body involuntarily elementalized in mid-air, transforming into a straight golden streak of light that shot backward at a speed far exceeding his own voluntary movement!
In an instant, it flew over the chaotic camp, over the edge of the village, and crashed hard into the cliff face of the majestic snow-capped mountain in the distance!
"BOOM!!!"
The mountainside shook violently, and a large amount of snow collapsed and slid down, as if triggering a small avalanche.
Borsalino's figure barely stopped after crashing into the mountainside several meters deep, and then reformed into human form.
He knelt on one knee in the cracked rock pit, looking down at his slightly trembling hands, then looking up at the silver-haired figure standing in the distant camp with a stick, his face showing an almost horrified expression for the first time.
He was unharmed. His elemental transformation made him immune to physical damage from the impact.
But the sense of power that was transmitted just now—
Is it a hallucination?
How could a human possibly possess that level of power?
Even giants, or even sea kings—
No, it's not a hallucination.
The spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the solid, millennia-old frozen rock wall beneath Borsalino's feet are proof that the force cannot be completely dispelled.
"monster----"
Borsalino uttered two words in a low voice, his eyes completely changing. He stood up from the crater, brushed the pebbles off his suit, and his expression became extremely serious.
We can't hold back any longer, and we can't get any closer.
Borsalino clasped his hands together in front of his chest again, but this time, the golden light did not condense into a sword, but instead expanded and spread outwards as if boiling!
"The Eight-Foot Jewel!"
Borsalino let out a low shout and pushed his hands forward sharply!
In an instant, thousands upon thousands of fist-sized, solid light orbs, as solid as golden gems, burst forth from in front of him like a storm!
Dense and overwhelming, it dyed half the sky gold, and with a destructive force, it indiscriminately bombarded Norton and the entire camp behind him!
This is a large-scale saturation attack, and there is no way to avoid it!
Faced with this devastating barrage of bullets, Norton merely raised his head slightly. He clenched his right fist, his arm muscles tensing like steel bars, and then, with a simple, horizontal swing, he unleashed a powerful blow towards the golden rain of bullets!
The moment the ten hands were swung out, it was as if the air in front of them was being gripped, compressed, and then violently pushed forward by an invisible giant hand!
"Buzz—!!!"
A deep, heart-stopping hum began.
A visible, semi-transparent, blurry air pressure wall suddenly took shape with the movement of the ten hands, like a giant wave from a tsunami, pushing forward along the ground!
Wherever the air pressure wall passed, the thick snow on the ground was forcibly shaped, flattened, and blown away! The permafrost cracked inch by inch!
The next instant, a rain of golden light projectiles collided violently with the semi-transparent wall of air pressure!
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"
The continuous explosions sounded like thousands of cannons firing at once!
Each light blast that struck the air pressure wall exploded into a dazzling burst of fire and impact, but the air pressure wall only swayed slightly, and its forward speed did not decrease at all!
The light blast was like a wave crashing against a reef, shattering into pieces but unable to budge the reef in the slightest!
In just two seconds, the seemingly endless rain of light bullets was directly, forcefully, and completely crushed and annihilated by this air pressure wall created purely by power and speed!
All that remained in the sky was a rapidly dissipating golden light and the black smoke from the explosion.
After crushing all the light projectiles, the pressure wall continued its advance for dozens of meters, tearing apart all the tents, debris, and even a few dead trees along the way before finally dissipating into the air.
In the center of the camp, a fan-shaped vacuum zone, more than ten meters wide and nearly a hundred meters long, was left behind, the ground as if it had been fiercely scratched by the claws of a giant beast.
A dead silence.
Borsalino stood on the snow-capped cliff, gazing at the cleared area, his mouth slightly agape, almost speechless.
The Yasakani no Magatama—was swept away with a single blow?
This is beyond his understanding of the word "power"!
Just then, Borsalino caught a glimpse of Norton in the camp out of the corner of his eye, and his figure blurred for a moment.
Danger! !! !!
Borsalino's hair stood on end! Without even thinking, his body instantly transformed into an elemental form, becoming a golden light that shot rapidly to the side and upwards. At the same time, his hands moved quickly to his sides, attempting to activate the "Yata Mirror" for ultra-high-speed refraction displacement!
But it was still too slow.
No, it's not that he's slow.
The other party was too fast.
Just as Borsalino's golden light had left the mountain wall less than half a meter away, Norton's figure appeared out of thin air in front of him where he had been standing.
Norton's right hand still gripped the jitte, his arm stretched back to its limit, and then, facing the golden streak that had just begun to move forward, he delivered a simple and direct, standard thrust!
The top of the ten-handed sea stone, without any embellishment, pierced into the center of the golden light—
That is the core point where Borsalino's energy is most concentrated after he became an elemental, and it is also the location of his true form.
A short, muffled groan, a mixture of pain and disbelief, came from the golden light.
The elemental golden light instantly dissipated, and Borsalino's figure reappeared. He looked down at the silver short stick that was deeply embedded in his chest, and the feeling of weakness and excruciating pain from the contact of the sea stone with his body came at the same time.
He tried to break free by transforming into an elemental form again, but the suppression of the sea stone made his abilities sluggish.
Then, that familiar, irresistible, terrifying force erupted once again from the point of contact in my chest!
"boom--!!!"
This time, it's not flying backwards.
It's a burst of energy!
Borsalino was like a cannonball fired from a giant ballista, hurtling at a speed several times more ferocious than before. "Ugh!"
It shot straight back!
He crashed through the rock layers on the mountainside behind him and through the ridge of another lower snow-capped peak. The enormous penetrating force left a straight and shocking tunnel between the mountains!
His body left a long golden trail in the air, the dissipation that the passive elementalization could not fully maintain, spanning the central area of the entire Drum Island, and finally crashing heavily onto the seaside cliff on the other side of the island!
"Boom—!!!"
The cliff collapsed, and rubble mixed with snow plunged like a waterfall into the cold sea below.
Borsalino was embedded in the collapsed cliff face, his suit tattered, his sunglasses nowhere to be seen, and a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The weakness caused by the sea stone and the impact of the sudden thrust made his internal organs churn, and his vision blurred.
He struggled, trying to break free from the rock face.
A pair of black boots landed silently on the collapsed rubble in front of him.
Borsalino struggled to lift his head.
Norton stood on the edge of the broken cliff, looking down at him. His black cashmere coat fluttered in the biting sea wind, and his silver hair danced wildly in the air. A wisp of gold still lingered at the tip of the jitte in his hand.
The sky behind them was leaden gray, and the wind and snow were howling. Norton's figure, standing against the light, cast a shadow that completely enveloped Borsalino.
It was as if a demon king had descended upon a frozen kingdom.
"What a terrible man!"
Borsalino took a deep breath and uttered a heartfelt exclamation.
"Is this your last words?" Norton coldly looked down at Borsalino, the tip of his jitte pressed against Borsalino's throat.
Borsalino was about to say something when, in the next second, Jute, carrying immense force, slammed into his bones!
The sudden breakage of his arm caused Borsalino's pupils to constrict abruptly, an unbearable pain.
But he forced himself not to cry out, staring intently at Norton's face with his reddened eyes.
To defeat this man, you must destroy the Seastone weapon in his hand!
Realizing this, Borsalino, enduring the pain, swiftly and powerfully unleashed his strongest flash of light!
A dazzling burst of light erupted, as if the sun had risen over the land. In that instant, the people of Drum Island were enveloped in an intense light.
Norton, who was right in front of Borsalino, was also blinded by the blinding light. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the light.
In that split second, Borsalino completed his attack!
The jitte in his hand had melted away at some point, leaving only the iron handle. Borsalino's figure had also disappeared, leaving only a bright golden star in the distant sky that quickly vanished.
"Tsk, you gotta run fast," Norton scoffed.
If Kizaru had run any slower, he would have definitely killed Kizaru!
The temporary camp at Big Horn Village was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt food.
The golden flashes and the horrific traces left by the explosion were shocking, with the cleared fan-shaped area in the center resembling a scar on the earth.
The injured officers have been rescued from the ruins and snowdrifts by their pirate companions and placed in relatively intact tents.
The twenty doctors sent by Wapol were nervously treating the most seriously injured under the watchful eyes of the pirates.
Zoro suffered fractures in both arms and internal injuries, and remains unconscious; Sanosuke's arms are mangled and three ribs are broken; Zeff suffered a fractured shinbone in his left leg and a severe shoulder injury; El suffered multiple fractures and internal bleeding; Kuro and Kin also sustained serious injuries.
The one who was "relaxed" the most was Bucky, as he was in good health.
Nami and Funing stood pale-faced outside the main tent, watching the doctors busy themselves, and occasionally glancing anxiously towards the village entrance.
When they saw the silver-haired figure in a black coat walking back slowly through the snow, the two women almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet him.
"Norton! Are you alright? What was that bright light just now?!"
Nami looked Norton up and down. Apart from some tears in the hem of his coat and snow on his shoulders, he seemed to be fine.
"Where's Kizaru?" Fu Ning was more concerned about this.
"I broke one of his arm bones," Norton said casually, as if he were talking about breaking a tree branch. "Before I could kill him, he blinded me with a flashbang and got away."
Nami gasped.
While both injuring and killing a naval admiral are extremely serious offenses, the shock and repercussions the latter would trigger are worlds apart.
She didn't know if Norton didn't have time to kill him, or if he had some reservations.
Regardless, Kizaru's defeat at least temporarily averted the immediate crisis.
"We can't stay here any longer!" Nami immediately grabbed Norton's arm.
Kizaru's defeat will surely reach Marine Headquarters! Next time, there might be more than one admiral! We must leave Drum Kingdom immediately!
Norton nodded, glancing at Dalton, who stood silently to the side, his body also bearing bandages: "How long will it take for the log pointer to fill up? What's the next island?"
Dalton was shocked by the outcome of Norton's battle with Kizaru, but at this moment he was even more aware of the urgency of the situation.
He replied in a deep voice, "Magnetic Drum Island is a winter island, and the recording pointer's storage speed is relatively slow. With the current magnetic field strength, it will take at least four more days to fully store the data."
"The next island—according to typical navigation records, it should be Little Garden," an ancient island said to have a different flow of time and ecosystem than the outside world, making it extremely pristine.
"Four days—that's too long." Nami frowned.
Norton pondered for a moment, then looked to the other side of the camp.
There, Wapol, under the close watch of the pirates, was using his Gluttony Fruit powers to swallow whole the broken pieces of wood, metal, and rock from the battle into his seemingly bottomless mouth, his face contorted in a mournful expression.
Then they are "synthesized" into neat but strangely textured and useless gray blocks, which are piled up to the side.
This can be considered a way to make use of waste, and it's also Norton's "minor punishment" for him.
"Go and prepare, Nami," Norton decided. "Gather all the officers and captains who are still able to work. We'll have a meeting on my ship in an hour. We need to adjust our plans."
"Adjust the plan?" Nami was taken aback.