One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 382: Fragile Haki, A Complete Disaster
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Chapter 382: Fragile Haki, A Complete Disaster
In the ring, afterimages crisscrossed.
It was a completely one-sided slaughter. Imu kept her hands clasped behind her back, showing no intention of even using them. She simply strolled through the storm of flying fists as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.
A half-step to the left. Tilting her head three inches. Retreating a foot.
Every movement was precise to the micrometer—not a fraction more, not a fraction less. Tien Shinhan’s heavy punches, capable of shattering rocks, merely brushed past her black robes every single time. What he hit was always just afterimages and empty air.
"Too slow." Imu’s voice was as cold as a glacier that had remained unthawed for an eternity. It carried a condescending mockery. "Is this what you call a martial artist? You can’t even touch the hem of my clothes. You inferior beings truly only belong rolling around in the mud."
The audience around the ring was dumbfounded.
This was Tien Shinhan! The champion of the previous tournament! The three-eyed man hailed as a martial arts genius! Yet right now, he was being toyed with like a toddler just learning to walk?
"This is impossible..." Krillin slapped his forehead repeatedly, looking as if he had just seen a ghost. "Tien Shinhan’s attacks don’t have any blind spots! That person in the black robe... do they have eyes on the back of their head?!"
It wasn’t just Krillin. Even the usually optimistic Goku’s smile had vanished. For the first time, a look of confusion appeared in his pure eyes.
"Strange... This is too strange." Goku scratched his spiky hair, his brows furrowed tightly. "There’s no ki coming from that person. I can’t feel anything at all. It’s like they’re a rock, or a piece of wood. But their reaction time..."
Beside him, Master Roshi pushed up his sunglasses. That aged face of his rarely showed such a serious expression.
"It’s not reaction time. It’s precognition." Master Roshi’s voice was low but cut straight to the core. "Before the three-eyed boy even throws a punch, that person already knows exactly where it will land. This isn’t the use of ki. It’s something far more bizarre... pure intuition."
Back on the arena.
Fine beads of sweat already covered Tien Shinhan’s forehead. His breathing was starting to grow ragged. It wasn’t from exhaustion—it was panic. That overwhelming sense of powerlessness—the feeling that no matter how hard you tried, you were just punching cotton—was enough to shatter the mentality of any martial artist.
"Damn it!" Tien Shinhan roared.
His body abruptly spun in mid-air. Twisting his core, he unleashed a devastating sweeping kick! With this strike, he sealed off all avenues of retreat! The terrifying force of his leg even tore through the air, creating a sonic boom!
However, Imu merely let out a soft sigh. A red light faintly flickered within her crimson ringed eyes.
A mere 0.1 seconds before the kick connected, her body seemed to defy the laws of physics, effortlessly gliding a full meter backward.
Whoosh—!
The sweeping kick hit nothing but air. The resulting gale whipped at Imu’s hood, making it flutter wildly. But that was all it did.
"Have you played enough?" A hint of impatience now bled into Imu’s voice. She looked at the panting Tien Shinhan with a gaze reserved for an ignorant insect. "If this is the extent of your abilities. Then leave the stage."
Imu finally drew her hand out from beneath her robes. Her pale, slender fingers gently clenched the empty air.
Hum!
Pitch-black Armament Haki instantly wrapped around her fist! Even though she couldn’t use her Devil Fruit powers here, as the sovereign who had ruled the world for eight hundred years, her physical combat skills and Haki had long been honed to the absolute pinnacle!
"Finger Pistol: Black Death."
There was nothing flashy about it. It was the simplest, purest forward thrust! Yet, executed by Imu’s hand, this single finger strike felt as though it could pierce the very void!
Fast! Precise! Ruthless!
In that instant, the shadow of death entirely enveloped Tien Shinhan!
I can’t dodge! My body feels like it’s been locked in place by some invisible pressure! Is this... the black-robed person’s attack?!
In the nick of time, the third eye on Tien Shinhan’s forehead snapped wide open!
The world shifted in his vision. It was a state of extreme clarity. He discarded all stray thoughts, all fear. Under that crushing weight of life and death, he suddenly noticed a glaring anomaly.
Ki.
This powerful opponent possessed no ki. In this world, all martial artists anticipated movements by sensing their opponent’s ki. When the ki moved, the body followed. But the person in front of him was different. She had absolutely no flow of ki. Every single one of her movements stemmed from the raw, instinctual reactions of her physical body.
If there’s no ki... Then I won’t try to sense it! I’ll use my eyes! I’ll use my body! I’ll use these fists to feel the flow of the wind!
"I see it..." Tien Shinhan’s pupils abruptly shrank.
At the exact moment that lethal finger was about to pierce his throat, his head jerked to the right at a wildly unnatural angle!
Slash!
A streak of blood appeared on his neck. It was a graze left behind by the sheer kinetic force of the strike.
But... it missed! He had dodged the fatal blow!
For the first time, a trace of shock cracked Imu’s eternally frozen expression.
How is this possible?! My Future Sight clearly showed that this strike was a guaranteed hit! How could this brat possibly react in that split second?!
However, before she could process the thought, an unprecedented, chilling warning bell screamed from her abdomen!
It’s... a fist!
"You really..." On his blood-streaked face, Tien Shinhan now wore a ferocious grin. It was the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of a martial artist breaking past their limits in a life-or-death crisis! "YOU REALLY UNDERESTIMATED THE TENKAICHI BUDOKAI!!"
BANG!!
A sickeningly heavy impact of colliding flesh echoed across the arena. Time seemed to freeze in that exact moment. The audience below fell dead silent. Everyone’s mouths hung wide open, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
Even Blake couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? Now this is getting interesting."
In the center of the ring.
The formerly aloof Imu, who had kept her hands behind her back, was now violently doubled over, folded completely in half!
A fist bulging with veins was deeply embedded into her royal midsection! The immense kinetic force had even transmitted straight through her body, blasting a visible ripple through the black robes on her back!
"Ghk—!!"
Imu’s crimson ringed eyes violently bulged. A mouthful of bile surged uncontrollably up her throat.
Pain! A piercing, agonizing pain!
Even with the protection of her Armament Haki. Even though this body had been fortified for eight hundred years. Under the sheer weight of this single punch, she felt as if her intestines were being shredded into pieces!
"How... is this possible..."
Imu struggled to lift her head. Those eyes, once filled with nothing but apathy and arrogance, were now brimming with absolute disbelief.
She hadn’t seen this punch in her vision of the future!
Why?! Is this... what they call ’ki’?
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