76: Section 76

"Soul-Soul Fruit? No, it can't be Charlotte Linlin!"

He shook his right hand, which had become slightly stiff after being covered in Yin energy.

Rob Lucci felt a chill in his heart; he had been completely targeted!

"As expected of you! rebellious son... No, now you should be called Ghost King Omar!"

Swish, swish, swish!—

One by one, faint figures appeared like ghosts.

He glanced around.

Rob Lucci muttered under his breath, "Trouble!—"

But as soon as he spoke...

Dust billowed up...

Rob Lucci pounced out like a leopard, his swift and agile movements fueling ferocious attacks that spread across the entire field!

However! It was useless!

The moment the first Banshee fell, Midnight took over command of the Banshee Legion.

Rob Lucci's attacks only hit the afterimages left behind when the Banshees dissolved their forms!

Noticing that his attacks had no effect, Rob Lucci's steps faltered slightly, and the next moment his expression changed drastically!

Six Powers: Razor!

His body spun at high speed, and sharp slashes swept across the entire field!

This also caused Rob Lucci's body to change positions wildly, in order to evade potential incoming attacks.

However!

At the same time.

Twelve Banshees shrieked in unison!

High-frequency sound waves, mixed with surging Yin energy, swept across the field. This was Midnight's skill—Banshees Wail!

Puff, puff, puff!—

The sharp Razor impact swept through. The Banshees, in their skill's cooldown phase, had no time to dissolve their forms to evade damage and were sliced into pieces.

But Rob Lucci himself was not doing well.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and the high-frequency screeching echoing in his mind always inadvertently hooked fear and confused his senses!

He took several deep breaths in a row.

Relying on his superb body control, Rob Lucci painstakingly suppressed the abnormalities in his body.

He was about to retreat.

But he had barely taken a step when he was forced to stop.

Another twelve Banshees appeared simultaneously, and Rob Lucci's face was filled with solemnity.

"More trouble!—"

He sighed, ignoring the risk of his identity being exposed, and tore off his shipwright's coat.

The moment he let out a wild roar.

His muscles swelled violently, and his body grew rapidly!

His aura was endlessly wild and ferocious, like a beast ready to devour humans!

Yes.

Rob Lucci was forced to use his Devil Fruit ability.

But the next instant.

Spreading his arms and lowering his body.

Rob Lucci, who had assumed a deterrent posture and transformed into a Human-Beast Leopard-Man, had a stiff expression!

No other reason.

The Banshees he had just personally killed reappeared completely unharmed, blocking all his escape routes!

Now, he had to face the hunt of twenty-four Banshees!

Don't ask why they couldn't be new Banshees.

If he didn't possess such keen intuition.

Rob Lucci wouldn't have survived the hellish training to this day!

Thus.

The war between Rob Lucci and the Banshee Legion began.

His exquisite Six Powers techniques were frequently displayed. Apart from his trump card, Life Return, Rob Lucci used every method at his disposal.

Undeniably.

Such a Rob Lucci was extremely terrifying.

If Midnight's micro-management faltered even slightly, one or more Banshees would inevitably be torn to shreds on the spot.

But Midnight was also not simple.

One must remember, before ascending to a Midnight Banshee, her original form was artificial intelligence!

A Ghost Veil enveloped the battlefield!

The Wailing Curse suppressed their stats!

And the Banshees Wail tormented their minds and inflicted damage!

This led to a situation where, even though Rob Lucci continuously achieved results, Midnight and her legion always held the initiative on the field!

The biggest reason was!

"How can these ghostly things... keep reviving!"

That's right.

Rob Lucci, hailed as the strongest killing machine in CP Department history and widely recognized as the strongest in [CP9] for 800 years, was completely broken!.

Chapter 86 door-door fruit! Rob Lucci's Close Call

On a dilapidated clock tower less than a hundred meters from the battlefield, Su Ming appeared with Blink and heard Rob Lucci's frustrated words.

He immediately scoffed:

"Ha, what else could it be..."

"Of course, it's because the Ge Men has opened, and you... my friend, you are the real clown!"

Pausing slightly, Su Ming's devilish whisper quietly took on a hint of playfulness:

"You agree, don't you, this CP member who's as fat as a ball... Oh right, you're Owl, aren't you?".

Owl, with his messy green hair and small eyes anxiously fixed on the battlefield, heard this and roared in anger, as if his feathers had ruffled:

"You're the clown, you're the fat one, you're the... huh? Who are you?"

Wonderful!

What an exquisite mental state.

It made Su Ming doubt life for a moment, wondering how this guy got into the CP9 Department~?

Su Ming, who had spread his small hand and was about to cooperate with Owl's performance, was interrupted by the guy's loud shout of 'I remember now!'

Pointing his short finger at Su Ming, Owl said with a 'big smart' expression:

"You are Omar Su! Chaba-ba-ba!"

Su Ming was expressionless:

"Your laugh is too ugly! And your voice too!"

"Mere pirate!" Owl, enraged and humiliated, clenched his small fist and roared: "Let me show you my killing fist technique—a super heavyweight punch delivered with speed exceeding Finger Pistol!"

"—Beast Fist! Chaba-ba-ba!"

Boom!—

The manually sound-effected punch was quite comical, but its power was not to be underestimated!

Its speed was so fast that it left afterimages!

However.

Su Ming's figure flickered and disappeared.

With a rumble.

The roof of the old clock tower was blasted dozens of meters away, shattering into bricks, tiles, and rubble that scattered across the sky!

Patting the dust from his clothes, Su Ming stood still two meters away.

On the mirror-like blade of the modao bristle-tusk, streaks of crimson killing intent were reflected!

"I told you your voice is ugly, I'll cut you to death!"

As he angrily swung his blade, Su Ming held nothing back, instantly transforming into his Dark Erosion Spider Demon form.

The silver blade light swept across like a chain, and Owl's face changed drastically. He quickly twisted his body into a super awkward C-shape.

He narrowly dodged the fatal blow!

"Paper Art?"

The blade light flashed again.

With a clang, a corner of the clock tower was cleanly sliced off!

Owl, who had instantly used the peak of his Six Powers, Shave, to leave his original spot and scurried to the rooftop of another old building, was now covered in cold sweat.

Too fast!

It was fast in both attack speed and blade speed!

No sooner had the thought arisen than, dozens of meters away, on the battlefield whose hue had darkened by more than one magnitude, another piercing shriek resounded!

Puff!—

Rob Lucci coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But at the same time as the Banshees Wail sounded, a wave of Tempest Kick: Kai Bird cleared the way, shattering a group of Banshees and also cutting an adjacent old building in half!

Bad!—

Boss Lucci can't hold on much longer!

"You dare to be distracted when fighting me?"

As the devilish whisper behind him just began, Owl instinctively twisted his body.

But... it was too late!

Then... Iron Body!

Pfft!—

The sensation of cutting through steel made Su Ming pause, but Owl had already taken the opportunity to flash away, then used Moonwalk to ascend into the air with a series of thuds!

Only then.

A cluster of blood splattered on the ground where he had been.

Looking up.

Owl's waist and abdomen were split open by a long, narrow gash. If Owl hadn't reacted in time, that one strike would have cut him in half!

In the original work, the guy who could beat Franky into a daze.

Now, in his hands.

He was almost instantly killed by a single strike... Was Iron Body useless?