One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 387: The World is Shocked!
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Chapter 387: The World is Shocked!
Above the ruins of the ring, the air seemed to solidify.
Sunlight scattered through the dust, shining upon two figures with a massive size disparity.
On one side was the towering, pitch-black form of the Lord of the Void, Imu, dripping with ominous matter.
On the other side was the martial artist, Son Goku, clad in his orange gi, small in stature but steady as a boulder.
That unassuming palm acted as an insurmountable chasm, tightly clamping down on the black tentacle Imu had swung.
"Hm?"
A flash of bewilderment crossed Imu’s crimson Rinnegan.
She tried to yank her arm back.
It wouldn’t budge.
It felt like a mere mortal attempting to uproot a deeply rooted mountain.
It wasn’t just an absolute suppression of physical strength. The moment she made contact with his skin, a higher-dimensional energy completely blocked her Haki and Devil Fruit abilities.
"Let go..."
Imu’s voice was hoarse, thick with suppressed rage.
She was a god.
She was the king who had ruled the world for eight hundred years.
How could she be grabbed like a helpless chick by some simple-minded, wild brat?
Boom!
The black energy of her Awakened Devil Fruit surged violently within her.
Like a bursting dam, the dark energy surged down the captured tentacle toward Goku, attempting to force him back through sheer erosion.
"Hey, your ki feels really unpleasant."
Goku frowned.
A look of genuine disgust appeared on his innocent face. It was like he had just grabbed a grease-soaked rag.
Snap.
He gave his wrist a light flick.
He didn’t use a ki blast, nor did he employ any special technique.
It was purely the vibration of his physical body.
Hum—!
An invisible shockwave traveled up Imu’s tentacle and instantly surged through her entire body.
The black energy that had just been aggressively clawing toward Goku instantly dissolved before this force, melting away like accumulated snow beneath a blazing sun!
"Ugh!"
Imu let out a muffled groan.
Her massive black body was actually shocked into retreating three consecutive steps by the force of that flick!
Every step she took cracked the solid ground into a spiderweb.
She stared at her arm in sheer disbelief.
The lingering numbness in her arm had even caused her to temporarily lose control over her own body.
How is this possible?
Without using Haki? Without using abilities?
Merely by relying on the muscle power of flicking his wrist, he vibrated apart her Awakened energy!?
Just what kind of monsters were the martial artists in this world!
"Like I said, the match is over."
Goku retracted his hand and patted the dust off it.
Standing in front of the collapsed Tien Shinhan, his gaze was clear, yet filled with unquestionable resolve.
"But if you still want to fight..."
Goku lowered his stance into the starting position of the Turtle School.
Boom!
Clearly, there was no explosive display of energy...
But within Imu’s top-tier Observation Haki, the scrawny teenager before her instantly morphed into a prehistoric Great Ape capable of swallowing the heavens!
It was pure strength. A strength completely devoid of any impurities.
It made Imu’s arrogant heart instinctively twitch.
It was the primal terror etched into a creature’s DNA when facing its natural predator.
I’ll lose.
If she continued fighting regardless of the cost, she would absolutely lose!
Even with her immortal body, even with her endless array of techniques, she would likely be beaten into minced meat, punch by punch, by this teenager.
Imu froze in place.
She could neither advance nor retreat.
Her dignity as a god wouldn’t allow her to swallow the humiliation of being halted by a ’mortal’. Yet, logic screamed that she had just reassembled her body and was in terrible condition; she was absolutely no match for this boy.
The standoff hit a dead end.
"U-Uhm..."
At this moment of drawn swords, feeling as if the world might be destroyed in the next second...
...a blonde-haired announcer wearing sunglasses tremblingly poked his head out from behind the ruins.
He was the announcer of the Tenkaichi Budokai.
Although he was just a regular human, his sheer professionalism compelled him to finish the procedure, even when dealing with two absolute monsters.
"Ahem..."
The announcer swallowed hard, forcing a tight, professional smile.
"S-Seeing as contestant Tien Shinhan has completely lost consciousness..."
"According to the tournament rules, if one party loses the ability to fight or surrenders, the other party is the winner!"
The blonde announcer took a deep breath, raised his microphone, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Therefore, the winner of this match is—"
"This... uh, black-robed... no, the black contestant!!"
His voice echoed over the PA system, washing over the dead-silent venue.
The audience members exchanged bewildered glances.
It took several seconds before scattered applause slowly rippled through the crowd.
Even though that black monster was terrifying, and even though someone had nearly died, rules were rules.
The one still standing in the ring was, undeniably, the monster.
"Hmph."
Hearing the announcer’s verdict, Imu’s tense body relaxed slightly.
She had been given an out.
Even though it wasn’t a glorious exit—and could even be seen as an act of charity from the opponent—it was far better than being publicly blasted into the horizon by this orange-clad brat.
"Consider yourself lucky."
Imu shot a cold glare at Tien Shinhan on the ground, then fixed a deep, burning stare on Goku standing before him.
Those eyes burned their faces deeply into her memory.
This debt would be settled sooner or later.
Once she fully mastered the "ki" of this world, once she shattered her cursed limiters...
She would repay every ounce of this humiliation a hundredfold!
Swoosh.
The black substance rapidly retracted.
Imu dropped her nightmarish Demon God form, shifting back into the tall figure draped in a tattered black cloak.
She didn’t utter another word.
Turning around, carrying the lingering stench of blood, she walked step by step out of the ruined ring.
Though her posture remained straight and imposing, every powerhouse watching knew the truth.
The so-called "Sole True God" had been thoroughly cowed today.
"Phew..."
Seeing Imu leave, Goku also breathed a sigh of relief.
He scratched his head, the intimidating aura instantly vanishing, turning him back into a goofy, carefree teenager.
"What a weird guy."
Goku mumbled to himself before immediately dropping to a crouch to check on Tien Shinhan.
It was bad.
Really bad.
Right now, Tien looked like a shattered porcelain doll that had been haphazardly glued back together. The Tri-Beam had overdrafted all his life force, and on top of that, he had been repeatedly brutalized by Imu’s monstrous strength.
His breathing was fainter than a whisper, his heartbeat so weak it was nearly imperceptible.
His skin had taken on a deathly grey pallor.
Even with the incredibly resilient physique of this world’s martial artists, an injury of this magnitude was essentially a death sentence.
"T-Tien!"
Chiaotzu’s tear-soaked voice rang out.
The small figure sprinted onto the stage, tears cascading down his face as he stared at his friend, who looked like a corpse.
"Don’t cry, don’t cry."
Goku patted his pockets.
From a small pouch on his waist, he pulled out a shriveled, green bean.
A Senzu Bean.
Cultivated at Korin Tower, it was famously known as the ultimate cheat item—capable of instantly healing all injuries and restoring stamina as long as the user had even a single breath left.
"Here, eat this."
Goku pried open Tien Shinhan’s bloodless lips and popped the bean inside. Then, he pinched his jaw shut to help him swallow.
Gulp.
The bean went down.
Blake took a sip of cola, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He knew the main event had arrived. Compared to the apocalyptic battle just now, the upcoming scene was what would truly drive the old monsters of the One Piece world insane.
One second.
Two seconds.
While Chiaotzu was still wiping away his tears, a miracle occurred.
Crack, crack, pop...
A sickening series of bone-popping sounds echoed from within Tien’s body.
Immediately after, his ashen skin regained a healthy color at a speed visible to the naked eye. The horrifying bruises, strangle marks, and even the caved-in chest from Imu’s blows smoothed out instantly, like a movie played in reverse!
His withered, dying flame of life was suddenly doused in gasoline.
FWOOSH!
It roared back to life!
"Cough, cough!!"
Tien Shinhan, who had just been declared critically near-death, violently snapped his eyes open.
With a swift kip-up, he vaulted straight off the ground!
He was bursting with vitality!
Even the massive amount of ki drained by the Tri-Beam had been completely replenished in a split second, feeling more abundant than ever!
"I... I’m not dead?"
Tien looked down at his hands, then patted his perfectly intact chest.
His face was a mask of shock and confusion.
The sensation of hovering on the brink of death had been so terrifyingly real. How could eating a tiny morsel of food cure him in the blink of an eye?
"Hehe, all better!"
Goku clapped his hands together, flashing a beaming smile.
"Senzu Beans are amazing, aren’t they!"
At the exact same moment.
Inside the Partys Bar in Foosha Village.
The elite powerhouses who had just been debating the battle were now glued to the screen, completely paralyzed.
The entire tavern was deathly silent.
The only sound was the sharp, grating noise of Edward Newgate—Whitebeard—crushing his glass into powder.
"That was..."
Kaido’s eyes were practically bulging out of his skull.
His rugged, massive face was twisted with naked greed and desperation.
"What the hell is that thing!?"
"He was clearly dying... his heart was about to stop!"
"He ate a single bean, and he’s instantly healed!?"
This was utterly absurd!
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