One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 352: Awakening! Peerless Strength Mochi
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Chapter 352: Awakening! Peerless Strength Mochi
Amidst the ruins, the dust had yet to settle.
Doma struggled somewhat to pull himself out of the pile of rubble.
Half of his head had been caved in by that kick just now.
But the smile on his face didn’t disappear; instead, it became even more brilliant, even a bit twisted.
"Wow—"
Doma reached up and pressed his eyeball back into its socket, producing a tooth-aching squelch.
His rainbow-colored eyes stared fixedly at the man standing like an iron tower in the distance.
To be precise, he was staring at the mouthful of fangs revealed after the man lost his scarf.
"This is really... too interesting."
Doma waved the golden fans in his hands, excited as if he had discovered a new continent.
"I was too far away to see clearly just now, but looking closely now..."
"Big guy, your face is really creative."
"Your mouth is split all the way to your ears. Are those fishman teeth? Or some kind of beast?"
Doma covered his mouth, making a show of letting out a string of piercing laughter.
"Pfft... isn’t that too ugly?"
"Even in our world of demons, it’s rare to find someone who looks as comical as you."
"Hey, you ugly sister over there."
Doma turned his head to look at Brulee, who was paralyzed on the ground, his tone reaching the peak of frivolity.
"With your brother looking like that, walking together with him... it’s simply a living circus act."
"If I were you, I would have found a hole to crawl into long ago, right?"
Brulee’s body trembled violently.
Not from fear.
But from shame, and deep self-blame.
That was the secret her brother cared about most in this world.
That was the "perfect" image her brother had maintained for forty whole years.
To prevent anyone from mocking his appearance, Brother never ate in public, never let his back touch the ground.
Brother lived his life as a flawless god.
But now.
Just to save a useless waste of a sister like her.
The side of him he least wanted anyone to see was exposed nakedly before this demon.
And he was being wantonly humiliated with such vicious words.
"Stop it... I beg you, stop saying that..."
Brulee cried until she could barely breathe. She struggled desperately to crawl up from the ground, trying to retrieve the scarf that had fallen in the distance.
"Brother... quick, cover it..."
"Don’t let him see... Don’t let anyone see..."
Brulee clawed at the rubble-strewn ground until her hands were bloody.
"It’s all my fault... It’s all because of me..."
However.
A large, heavy hand with rough calluses gently pressed down on her shoulder.
Brulee froze, looking up through teary eyes.
She saw that face full of veins, hideous as an evil spirit.
But in those crimson eyes, there was not a shred of blame, nor the usual concealment of his appearance.
There was only rage sufficient to burn down the Infinity Castle, and a trace of clumsy tenderness.
"Stop looking, Brulee."
Katakuri’s voice was terrifyingly low, every word squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I don’t need that kind of thing anymore."
He lifted his massive foot, capable of crushing steel, and stomped heavily on the tattered scarf on the ground.
That was the shackle he had worn for forty years.
It was also the hypocritical mask he had put on himself for the sake of so-called "perfection."
"Since I can’t be a perfect god."
Katakuri slowly straightened up, and his muscles, refined like steel, began to expand wildly.
Pitch-black Armament Haki covered his entire body like flowing water, faintly forming a massive halo behind him.
"Then, to protect you."
"I will become an evil spirit that even hell cannot contain!"
BOOM!!!
A wave of Conqueror’s Haki, even more violent than before, exploded outward in a ring with Katakuri at the center!
The space of the entire Infinity Castle let out a groan of being overburdened under this will.
Even Doma, the Upper Rank 2, had his smile completely freeze at this moment.
His body actually instinctively felt a trace of... trembling?
"What an unpleasant look in your eyes."
Doma narrowed his eyes, and the golden fans in his hands swung out violently.
"Blood Demon Art: Lotus Ice!"
Several massive ice lotuses bloomed out of thin air, carrying a coldness capable of freezing the soul, instantly swallowing Katakuri’s body.
These ice crystals contained deadly poison; inhaling even a little would cause the lung alveoli to undergo necrosis.
"Since you don’t need a scarf, let me use an ice coffin to seal that ugly face of yours forever—"
Before Doma could finish his sentence.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out abruptly from within the ice mist.
Immediately after.
A pitch-black, massive fist resembling a battering ram smashed through the sky-filling ice crystals without any fancy tricks.
"What?!"
Doma’s pupils contracted sharply.
He hadn’t even seen how the opponent moved.
The massive figure had already penetrated the certain-kill Blood Demon Art and appeared right in front of him.
Katakuri’s face, full of fangs, rapidly enlarged in Doma’s eyes.
"You just said..."
"Who’s ugly?"
Katakuri’s right arm underwent a bizarre wriggling in an instant.
That was the power of the Mochi-Mochi Fruit Awakening!
The fist originally made of flesh and blood instantly turned into a high-speed rotating, spike-covered pitch-black mochi drill!
"Peerless Donuts!!!"
BANG!!!
This punch landed solidly on Doma’s delicate, pretty-boy face.
There was no flashy technique.
Only power refined to the extreme, and Haki capable of crushing everything!
Splat!
Half of Doma’s head exploded directly like a watermelon.
Red and white matter splashed everywhere!
His body flew out like a cannonball once again.
But this time, Katakuri didn’t give him the chance to land.
"Trying to run?"
A red light flashed in Katakuri’s eyes.
That was Observation Haki that foresaw the future!
His left hand grabbed fiercely at the empty air.
Countless pale mochi arms extended from the walls in all directions, clamping down on Doma’s limbs in mid-air like Venus flytraps.
"You were laughing quite happily just now, weren’t you?"
Katakuri’s figure pulled a blur through the air.
He instantly appeared above the immobilized Doma.
His terrifying muscles bulged high, hands clasped together into a hammer, pitch-black Haki compressed to the limit.
"Then go laugh in hell!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Katakuri’s fists fell like a torrential storm.
Every punch carried a sonic boom that shattered the air.
Every punch carried a terrifying monstrous strength capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks.
"Blood Demon Art: Crystalline..."
Doma tried to counterattack, tried to create clones, tried to use poisonous ice mist to block.
But before this man who had already seen through all futures.
All his movements appeared so laughable.
All counterattacks were precisely interrupted.
All defenses were brutally torn apart!
"This is... the monster that reigns supreme in this world?"
Katakuri smashed the sternum Doma had just regenerated with a punch, his face revealing undisguised contempt.
"Too weak."
BANG!
With one final heavy blow.
Katakuri hammered Doma straight from this end of the Infinity Castle, punching him through hundreds of floorboards, smashing him into the abyss at the very bottom.
There was no human shape left down there.
Only a pile of wriggling, foul-smelling meat paste.
Upper Rank 2, Doma.
In front of Katakuri, whose "perfection" had been shattered.
He couldn’t even mount a decent counterattack.
Beaten until he was completely crushed into waste.
Above the ruins.
Dead silence.
Katakuri maintained his punching posture, his chest heaving violently.
The mouthful of fangs looked especially ferocious in the dim light.
But he didn’t try to cover it.
Nor did he wipe the blood off his body.
He just slowly turned around and looked at the figure shivering in the corner.
Katakuri’s heart constricted sharply.
In this moment.
Even the iron-blooded man who wouldn’t retreat before a Yonko suddenly felt a trace of helplessness.
Will Brulee be afraid?
Will she find it disgusting?
After all, the current me has completely torn off that disguise and become a complete and utter monster.
Katakuri stood stiffly in place, subconsciously wanting to turn his face away to avoid Brulee’s gaze.
"Sorry, Brulee."
"I scared you, didn’t I..."
His voice was somewhat dry.
However.
In the next second.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached.
That thin figure slammed into his embrace like a swallow returning to its nest.
Brulee’s withered arms tightly hugged Katakuri’s thick waist.
She buried her entire face in Katakuri’s chest, having long since become a tearful mess.
"Stupid Brother..."
"Big stupid Brother..."
Brulee cried hoarsely, wiping tears and snot all over Katakuri.
"Why hide it..."
"It’s not ugly at all..."
"This is my brother..."
"This is the brother who beat away all the people who bullied me to protect me!"
Brulee looked up. On that face with the hideous scar, the most brilliant smile in the world blossomed.
She reached out and gently stroked the corner of Katakuri’s ferocious mouth, just like when they were children.
"No matter what Brother becomes."
"You will always be the most perfect, coolest brother in Brulee’s heart!"
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