chsdbacks Chapter 63 Can't Lose~
Chapter 63 Can't Lose~
"Crunch, crunch..."
"......"
"What are you doing?" Kuroro's forehead veins bulged.
He looked at Bonnie with a displeased expression. Bonnie had pulled out an apple from somewhere and was eating it.
"I'm eating!" Bonnie finished her apple in one bite.
Then, out of nowhere, another banana appeared, and he continued eating it.
"..." Kuroro's forehead veins bulged even more.
"I'm asking why you're not going to get it?"
Bonnie had a look on her face that said, "I don't understand, what's going on?"
Seeing this, Kuroro suppressed his anger.
Forget it... why bother arguing with an eight-year-old?
Oh, wait... she's almost 9 years old...
"boom--"
Lucci was sent flying by a single punch from Uvogin.
"Click—"
Bonnie produced crispy grilled beef intestines from who-knows-where and crunched them on, while Kuroro turned a page of his comic book, engrossed in the task.
"Ah—take this, Razor!"
"boom--"
Uvogin was kicked far away by Lucci.
Kuroro turned another page, and Bonnie's food changed from grilled beef intestines to Angus steak.
"......."
"You two... that's enough!"
Nami emerged from the dimensional apartment at some point, and upon seeing this scene, veins bulged on her forehead.
Two righteous fists landed, instantly giving the two men two large bumps on their heads—
"Duang—Duang—"
(🇧🇷)
(;ಥ;ω;ಥ;)(;ಥ;ω;ಥ;).....
"Aren't you worried at all?" Nami asked, looking at the intense battle ahead with some concern.
"What are you worried about... With Chrollo here, how could they possibly lose... Besides, it seems like the Phantom Troupe should win no matter what."
Bonnie, tears welling in her eyes, touched the large bag on her head, looking at the steak that had fallen to the ground with a pained expression.
Ultimately, appetite took over his brain, and he picked up the steak from the ground.
"According to the three-second rule, food that falls to the ground within three seconds is still edible! Yeah, that's it!"
Bonnie blew hard, swallowed it in one gulp with tears in her eyes, and then mumbled:
"These people's Devil Fruit abilities are nowhere near comparable to Uvogin's and the others—"
"Is that so..." Nami was still worried and looked at Kuroro again.
Kuroro nodded: "These people are masters of the Six Styles; they are certainly not ordinary people."
Normally, CP9 members who are proficient in the Six Powers of the Navy and have Zoan-type Devil Fruits that enhance their physical strength are slightly stronger than ordinary members.
A tough battle is inevitable.
However, after undergoing a series of enhancements and training from Kuroro, the strength of the Phantom Troupe members is no longer what it used to be.
A look of relief appeared on Kuroro's face.
"However, Uvogin and his companions had already reached a very high level of mastery in the application of ki."
"By utilizing the six advanced Qi techniques—'roundness,' 'firmness,' 'hardness,' 'flow,' 'condensation,' and 'concealment'—one can effectively deal with the six styles."
"Besides, the Devil Fruits of Uvogin and his friends are far superior to those of unawakened Zoan Devil Fruits."
"Bonnie is right, these people are no match for them."
After hearing Kuroro's explanation, Nami finally felt at ease and sat down next to him to watch attentively.
The mother Tyrannosaurus Rex calmed down...
Kuroro secretly took the comic book out of his pocket and continued reading.
Bonnie conjured up another pistol leg from somewhere and quietly began nibbling on it...
........
"Six Styles - Shaving"
"Six Styles: Finger Pistol!"
"Iron Block - Wolf Fang!"
"Iron Block Wolf Bullet -"
Jabra, transformed into a gigantic black weasel, launched a fierce and relentless attack on Phinks. His limbs, torso, and even every muscle became weapons, and his offensive poured down like a tidal wave.
However, Finks simply crossed his arms in front of his chest, and a dark green transparent barrier appeared out of thin air, steadily protecting him behind him.
He even yawned out of boredom...
Jabra's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his arms trembled uncontrollably from the recoil, and his breathing became heavy.
"Damn it... what the hell is this thing?! Break it for me—!"
"Finger Gun - Moonlight Ten-Finger Gun -"
He roared, channeling all his strength once more, and began a new round of gua sha...
"This Barrier Fruit is really useful. No wonder that green-clad kid was so arrogant."
Phinks raised his eyelids and looked mockingly at the panting Gabra.
"Have you had enough? If you have... then it's my turn!"
"Barrier - Bull Charge!"
Phinks suddenly lowered his center of gravity, his feet stomping deep into the ground. The dark green barrier bent and deformed, like a giant bulldozer charging forward at full speed!
"Varied--?!"
Gabra had no time to react; he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, tracing a pathetic arc in the air.
Upon seeing this, Kuroro, who was reading a comic book, looked up and glanced at it, revealing an approving expression.
In Kuroro's view, the Barrier-Barrier Fruit's weakness lies in the moment when the hands separate after the attack is launched.
Finks made good use of his own methods to compensate for this deficiency.
As he watched Gabra soar high into the sky, Finks grinned, spread his arms, and began to spin his right arm.
One lap... two laps... three laps...
"Return to Heaven - Fifteen Laps"
hum-
With a look of utter horror on Jabra's face, a dazzling golden light engulfed him.
A terrifying gust of wind from a punch swept away everything in front of it, shredding it to dust—
As the golden light faded, a jagged trench a hundred meters long was left in the ground. At the end of the trench, Gabra lay sprawled on the ground, his body covered in blood, like a rag doll, barely breathing.
The first one eliminated... Gabra.
Then, like a domino effect, it all fell.
Both the owl and the crocodile were defeated.
These two were already the weakest members of CP9, with Dao power values of less than 1,000, making them no match for Franklin and Chrollo.
On the other side of the battlefield,
Kalifa, the only female member of CP9, is also nearing the end of her life.
Her upper body was covered in wounds, her uniform was torn to shreds in the fierce battle, her breasts were partially exposed, and her long, beautiful legs were trembling slightly, making it extremely difficult for her to even stand.
How could this happen...?
Kalifa looked up at the short man opposite her, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and barely concealed fear.
In the past, she always managed to distract her opponents with her beauty and figure.
But the enemy in front of me was like a gay man, showing no mercy whatsoever!
She suspected that the other party could have ended the fight long ago; they seemed to be enjoying the thrill of torturing their enemy...
She could even sense a hidden pleasure on the other person's face as they abused her...
She desperately wanted to ask: Are you a pervert?!
She was absolutely right...
Feitan's strength far surpasses Kalifa's.
He could have ended the fight long ago; he was simply enjoying the process of slaughter.
Kalifa's power level is only 630, even with the boost from the Paramecia-type Bubble-Bubble Fruit.
But to Feitan, it's still no different from trash...
........