One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 386: Can’t Afford to Play? Goku Suppresses the True God with One Hand
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Chapter 386: Can’t Afford to Play? Goku Suppresses the True God with One Hand
"How... how could this be..."
Tien Shinhan felt the blood freeze in his veins.
The Tri-Beam. That was his absolute ultimate technique!
It was a forbidden technique capable of leveling entire mountain ranges!
It had landed a direct hit, yet...
It still hadn’t killed her!?
"Heheh... Hahahaha..."
From the bottom of the crater, Imu’s hoarse, venomous laughter echoed.
"It hurts..."
"That... really hurt..."
Whoosh!
A black silhouette shot into the sky!
Reborn, Imu leaped from the massive crater.
Although she had reverted to her humanoid form, the malevolent aura radiating from her body was even more concentrated than before. It was the suffocating stench of an evil spirit clawing its way out of hell!
"Just a little more..."
"Just a tiny bit more..."
Imu glared down at Tien Shinhan, who lay completely paralyzed on the ground.
Her crimson Rinnegan flickered with lingering dread.
If that attack had lasted even one second longer, her core would have been entirely obliterated. Not even Life Return would have been able to save her!
Are the martial artists of this world... all insane!?
To win a single match, they would actually put their lives on the line!?
"You... you monster..."
Tien Shinhan weakly squeezed out the words.
Despair.
Absolute, crushing despair.
He had played every single card in his hand. His life force was overexerted, his ki utterly drained. Right now, he couldn’t muster the strength to twitch a single finger.
"Monster?"
Imu’s mouth split open, revealing two rows of ghastly, bone-white fangs.
"No."
"I am a god."
"I am the entity that stands above all mortals..."
"The sole true god!"
The arena had long since vanished.
All that remained was a massive, square-shaped crater and a sky choked with swirling dust.
Pant... pant...
That spine-chilling breathing echoed through the dead silence of the venue.
Imu stood at the edge of the crater. The black substance coating her body was still writhing and reconstructing. Her previously blurry face gradually regained its human features.
But within those crimson eyes, there was no longer any of a ’god’s’ composure.
There was only the rabid, psychotic fury of someone bitten by a mere ant!
"To actually..."
"To actually push me this far..."
Imu looked down at her rapidly regenerating arm.
It had been completely vaporized by the Tri-Beam moments ago. Although it had grown back thanks to Life Return and her Awakening, the phantom pain cutting into her marrow felt like a brand of humiliation she could never shake off!
She was the master of the Empty Throne!
The sole true god who had ruled her world for eight hundred years!
Today.
Just a moment ago.
She had nearly been killed by a three-eyed mortal!
This kind of thing...
Was absolutely unforgivable!
"Unforgivable..."
"UNFORGIVABLE!!!"
Boom!
An aura exponentially more wicked than before erupted violently!
Imu whipped her head around, her gaze locking onto the figure lying in the ruins.
Tien Shinhan.
At this moment, he was completely paralyzed. That last Tri-Beam hadn’t just drained his ki; it had burned through his very life force. Right now, even a toddler could kill him easily.
Cough, cough...
Tien Shinhan forced his eyes open.
As he watched the demon-like figure march toward him, a bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
As expected...
It still wasn’t enough?
To think an attack of that caliber unexpectedly failed to kill her.
The monsters of this world... possessed a vitality so overwhelming it bred despair.
"You look rather disappointed."
Imu walked forward, step by heavy step.
Every footfall left a deep footprint in the earth. Her killing intent was so thick it was practically tangible, causing the surrounding air to ice over.
"Did you really think a parlor trick like that could kill a god?"
"Too naive."
"How could the meager intellect of a mortal ever comprehend the vastness of a god!"
Imu came to a halt right in front of Tien Shinhan.
She looked down from above, her massive shadow completely swallowing him.
"As a reward for your foolishness..."
"I will make you my eternal servant."
Imu grinned, flashing her serrated, shark-like teeth.
Her body underwent another bizarre mutation. Countless black shadows surged from her back. They no longer formed a primitive maw, but rather a swarm of twisted, ferocious tentacles. Carrying a nauseating stench, they blotted out the sky as they crushed down toward Tien Shinhan!
This wasn’t simple destruction; it was a profound, parasitic erosion. She was going to completely dye his will black, warp his mind, and convert the tremendous energy that had just threatened a god into dark power loyal only to her!
"Give up, mortal!" Imu’s voice dripped with bewitching malice and an absolute desire for domination. "Become a part of my power, and be a tool for my use for all eternity!"
Whoosh—!!
The black tentacles coiled downward!
They carried a sickening, bloody wind.
There was no suspense left. Tien Shinhan didn’t have a shred of strength to resist. All he could do was watch helplessly as the endless darkness descended.
"Tien!"
"Get out of there!"
Off the stage, Krillin and Yamcha let out desperate roars.
"It’s over."
A flash of sadistic pleasure flickered in Imu’s eyes.
Submit.
Become my puppet!
However.
In the exact fraction of a second before the foul tentacles could wrap around Tien Shinhan’s body—
Right when everyone believed the tragedy was inevitable—
Swish!
An orange-red blur flashed into existence without the slightest warning.
There was no sound of wind.
No wind-up.
Like teleportation, a figure appeared out of thin air directly in front of Tien.
And then.
Smack.
A light sound.
Crisp.
Casual.
It sounded like someone casually swatting away a cloud of dirty smoke.
Time seemed to freeze in that very instant.
The sinister sneer on Imu’s face locked in place.
The screams of the audience caught violently in their throats.
Even the swirling dust in the air seemed to hang suspended.
Standing right beneath the terrifying barrage of black tentacles was a figure who wasn’t particularly tall.
An orange martial arts uniform.
A signature crab-shell hairstyle.
And an honest face that looked almost entirely naive.
Son Goku!
He had merely raised a single hand.
It wasn’t a large hand.
There was no terrifying aura wrapping around it. The muscles weren’t even tensed.
But it was this completely ordinary hand... that steadily, firmly... blocked the onslaught of Imu’s black tentacles—tentacles capable of shredding anything they touched!
The hand didn’t budge a single millimeter!
The visual impact was staggering.
On one side was a terrifying black monster standing several meters tall, radiating demonic malice.
On the other side was a scrawny, relaxed martial artist.
The size difference between the two was at least threefold!
Yet at this moment, that scrawny figure felt like an immovable, divine mountain!
No matter how hard Imu pushed, that single hand held its ground like an iron vice, completely unshakeable!
"Hey."
Goku looked up.
In his bright, clear eyes, his usual playful demeanor was entirely gone.
Taking its place was an unprecedented seriousness.
It was the absolute majesty of the strongest martial artist!
"The match is already over."
Goku’s voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed clearly across the entire venue.
"He doesn’t have the strength to fight back anymore."
"If you attack him now..."
"That’s a foul."
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