One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 354: - : Kokushibo’s Shock: He Actually Saw Through My Moon Breathing?

Chapter 354: Chapter 354: Kokushibo’s Shock: He Actually Saw Through My Moon Breathing?

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Chapter 354: Kokushibo’s Shock: He Actually Saw Through My Moon Breathing?

The structure of the Infinity Castle began to twist and reorganize frantically.

The tooth-aching sound of friction between wood made it seem as if the entire world were wailing in pain.

The originally intricate corridors and pavilions were forcibly kneaded together by invisible hands.

All paths ultimately converged in one direction.

And at the end of that direction.

An aura suppressed to the extreme, like a black tide, slowly spread out.

It wasn’t a violent fighting spirit like Akaza’s.

Nor was it a nauseating coldness like Doma’s.

But a heaviness.

A heaviness accumulated over hundreds of years, one that could bend even the air.

"Something’s wrong..."

Shinobu Kocho, who had been following behind Katakuri, turned pale.

She tightly gripped her already slightly chipped Nichirin Sword, her breathing becoming rapid.

"This pressure... could it be..."

"That monster?"

Inosuke stopped making noise too.

His beastly intuition under the headgear told him that the thing ahead was different from any demon they had encountered before.

It meant death.

Approaching meant death.

"Quiet."

Katakuri’s deep voice rang out.

Shouldering the massive trident "Mole," his steps didn’t pause for a moment.

Those crimson eyes stared fixedly at the darkness ahead.

There, stood a door.

A gigantic Japanese sliding door carved with exquisite patterns.

"Brulee."

Katakuri didn’t turn back, but his tall body, like a mountain, shielded his sister behind him completely.

"Hold on tight to my clothes."

"No matter what happens, absolutely do not let go."

Brulee nodded vigorously.

Her withered hands tightly clutched the hem of Katakuri’s black leather jacket.

Even though her knuckles turned white from the force, even though her whole body trembled with fear.

As long as she looked at that broad back.

She felt that nothing in this world could hurt her.

BOOM—!

Katakuri raised his massive leather boot and kicked the tightly closed door open.

Wood chips flew.

The scene behind the door was revealed to everyone.

It was a colossal dojo.

Countless ghostly blue candle flames were lit all around.

And in the center of the dojo.

A man was kneeling.

He wore a purple Sengoku-era samurai outfit, with a bizarre long sword covered in eyes at his waist.

A mane of black-red hair draped casually behind him.

Hearing the noise of the door being kicked open.

The man slowly raised his head.

On his face.

There were six eyes!

Six crimson eyes emitting a golden glow, arranged in two rows, coldly watching the intruders.

"You have come..."

The man’s voice was low and raspy, carrying an ancient rhythm.

"The intruder... who defeated Akaza and Doma."

Upper Rank 1.

Kokushibo!

He just knelt there quietly.

Without any movement.

But the terrifying sword intent radiating from him felt solid, cutting the skin painfully.

"Breathing..."

"Disordered."

Kokushibo’s six eyes shifted slightly, his gaze passing over Shinobu and the others, finally settling on Katakuri.

"Massive... body."

"Strange... aura."

"You... are not a swordsman... of this world."

Katakuri looked coldly at the six-eyed demon before him.

Even facing this strongest demon who had lived for four hundred years.

There was not a shred of fear in his eyes.

There was only the pride and dominance belonging to "Charlotte Katakuri."

"I’m here to end this farce."

Katakuri slammed the trident "Mole" into the ground.

Boom!

The tatami beneath his feet instantly exploded, and black Haki spread like ripples.

"The so-called Demon King is hiding behind you, right?"

Kokushibo slowly stood up.

With his movement, the air in the entire dojo seemed to freeze.

"That Lord... is not someone you can... meet."

Clang—

The long sword was unsheathed.

It was a spine-chilling blade.

The blade was covered in dense eyeballs, and even the edge itself was composed of flesh and blood.

"Since you are here..."

"Then leave your life... behind."

Without any warning.

Kokushibo’s figure suddenly vanished from his spot.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

Even Shinobu and Kanao, as Hashira-level fighters, couldn’t even capture his afterimage on their retinas.

"Moon Breathing: First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace."

One slash.

Countless slashes accompanied by circular moon blades poured down like a storm!

These were no ordinary sword waves.

Surrounding each slash were countless tiny crescent-shaped blades.

It was chaotic, unpredictable destruction!

Just getting grazed by a little bit would instantly slice the body into pieces.

"Careful!!!"

Shinobu screamed subconsciously.

This attack range was impossible to dodge!

However.

Katakuri didn’t move his feet even half an inch.

He didn’t even blink those crimson eyes.

"Too slow."

His voice was as indifferent as ice that hadn’t melted in ten thousand years.

In the instant those deadly crescent moon blades were about to touch his body.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

Katakuri’s massive body suddenly underwent a bizarre deformation.

Chest, abdomen, shoulders, thighs...

His body seemed to turn into some flowing viscous substance, instantly opening dozens of holes.

Those slashes capable of slicing through steel.

All passed through these holes!

Not a single slash hit substance!

"That is..."

All six of Kokushibo’s eyes contracted simultaneously. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This scene exceeded his understanding of "martial arts."

The body changed before the attack arrived?

How is that possible?

Unless...

"Are you confused?"

Katakuri’s deep voice rang out abruptly beside Kokushibo’s ear.

Unnoticed.

That massive body had already passed through the dense net of blades and appeared in front of Kokushibo.

That fist wrapped in pitch-black Haki was raised high.

"Because long before you drew your sword."

"I already saw where you would cut."

Zzzzt—!

Dark red lightning danced wildly on his fist.

That was top-tier Future Sight Observation Haki!

In Katakuri’s eyes.

Kokushibo’s every movement, every breath, even every muscle contraction.

Was clearly visible like a slow-motion replay!

"Peerless Donuts!!!"

BOOM!!!

This punch smashed solidly onto the blade Kokushibo used to block in a cross.

Terrifying strange strength erupted instantly!

Kokushibo only felt a force like toppling mountains and overturning seas assault him. He was sent sliding backward for dozens of meters like he had been hit by a cannonball.

His feet plowed two deep trenches in the ground!

"So heavy..."

Kokushibo stabilized his stance, looking at the trembling Flesh Katana in his hand, a flash of shock passing through his six eyes.

No breathing style.

No sword form.

Just pure strength and that eerie prediction ability.

Suppressed his Moon Breathing?

"Interesting..."

The aura on Kokushibo’s body began to become more dangerous.

On his indifferent face, a serious expression appeared for the first time.

"For three hundred years... you are the first... human... to make me feel pressure."

His gaze shifted slightly.

It landed on the ugly woman behind Katakuri, who was still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

"That woman..."

"Is she your... burden?"

There was a trace of confusion in Kokushibo’s voice.

"Possessing such powerful strength..."

"Yet distracting yourself to protect... such a weak creature."

"This will make you... weak."

Katakuri’s eyes went cold instantly.

That icy killing intent was ten times more intense than before.

"What do you want to say?"

Kokushibo slowly raised the Flesh Katana in his hand, his tone carrying a naturally arrogant righteousness.

"I was once... the eldest son of a samurai family."

"To pursue... the ultimate peak of the sword."

"To surpass... that younger brother who was like a god."

"I abandoned... my human identity."

"Abandoned... my family."

"Abandoned... my wife and children."

"Even abandoned... my dignity as a human."

In Kokushibo’s six eyes, a near-morbid obsession flickered.

"Only by severing... all bonds."

"Only by discarding... all burdens."

"Can one ascend to... the peak of martial arts."

"You... are the same."

Kokushibo pointed his sword tip at Brulee.

"That woman... will only drag down your... steps."

"As long as you... kill her."

"Or become a demon... obtain endless time."

"You can... become stronger."

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