One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 356: Kokushibo’s Desperate End

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Chapter 356: Kokushibo’s Desperate End

"I don’t believe it..."

Kokushibo’s six eyes suddenly became bloodshot, the golden light in the depths of his pupils turning frantic and violent.

"I don’t believe... that a human can reach this realm!!!"

"Moon Breathing: Tenth Form: Drilling Slashes: Moon Through Bamboo Leaves!!!"

The flesh katana in Kokushibo’s hands danced madly, the blade undergoing a grotesque mutation once more. Originally slender, the blade suddenly sprouted countless branching edges. It looked like a tree of death constructed from steel and flesh!

Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!

Two gigantic, circular saw-like blades spun wildly along the ground, aiming to shear off Katakuri’s legs. At the same time, Kokushibo’s figure split into three, using extreme speed to create afterimages. He launched a killing thrust from the left, right, and above simultaneously!

"Still wasting effort?"

Katakuri stood his ground. In his crimson eyes, the future of several seconds later had long since been reflected.

"The left is a feint."

"The right is a diversion."

"Only the strike from above is the winning move you’re betting everything on, isn’t it?"

Katakuri scoffed coldly, not even glancing at the afterimages on either side. He abruptly raised his massive right hand.

Bzzzt—!!!

Pitch-black Armament Haki covered his entire arm in an instant. And atop that black sheen, a layer of visible red light faintly flowed!

Clang!!!

The sound of metal clashing, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded. Sparks flew!

Katakuri had caught Kokushibo’s grotesque, eye-covered blade with his bare hand!

The circular moon-blades, sharp enough to slice through gold and jade, crumbled like foam hitting a rock the moment they touched his palm, which was coated in ultimate Haki.

"What?!"

Suspended in mid-air, Kokushibo stared fixedly with all six eyes at the blade held by Katakuri. No matter how much force he applied, the demon blade in his hand wouldn’t budge an inch. It was as if it had been cast into steel!

"This sword..."

Katakuri narrowed his eyes, looking at the disgusting eyeballs still swiveling on the blade with a flash of revulsion.

"Did you make this out of that monster’s flesh and blood too? Truly bad taste."

Crack!

Katakuri’s palm suddenly exerted force. The demon blade that had accompanied Kokushibo for four hundred years let out a wail of being overwhelmed! Countless fine cracks spread madly from where Katakuri’s fingers gripped it.

"My Kyokokukamasari..."

Kokushibo’s mind shook violently. This was a demon blade harder than diamond! And it was being cracked by a bare hand?!

"Although I don’t understand the swordsmanship of your world."

Katakuri clenched his other hand into a fist, the muscles on his arm bulging like coiling dragons. The Conqueror’s Haki, suppressed to its limit, began to compress madly around his knuckles.

"But on our sea... cutting steel doesn’t rely on these flashy special effects. It relies on..."

Hum—!!!

A strange fluctuation suddenly rippled out from Katakuri’s fist.

It wasn’t ordinary Hardening. That layer of pitch-black Haki seemed to come alive, beginning to flow and project outward! If the previous Armament Haki was an indestructible suit of armor, then now, this Haki had become an all-pervasive shockwave!

"Flowing Sakura?"

No.

Katakuri didn’t know the name used in that distant country of Wano. This was simply a high-level application of Haki he had comprehended on his own through countless life-and-death battles in the strong-man-filled New World, relying on his top-tier Observation Haki and ultimate control over power!

Since a demon’s body could regenerate indefinitely... Since chopping off the head might not ensure death... Then he would drive the Haki directly into the body.

From the cellular level... completely detonate it!!!

"Internal Destruction!!!"

Boom!!!

Katakuri’s punch didn’t even make contact with Kokushibo’s body. It stopped in the air a few inches from his chest!

However, in the next second, Kokushibo’s body instantly doubled over, as if crushed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press!

"Puh-ah—!!!"

A massive mouthful of black blood mixed with visceral fragments sprayed wildly from Kokushibo’s mouth. His six eyes bulged simultaneously, looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

It was an agony he had never experienced in four hundred years! Not from the skin. Not from the bones. But from every corner inside his body!

A frantic, violent energy penetrated his incredibly hard demon skin. It drilled directly into his internal organs. And then, inside... it exploded madly!!!

Crackle, snap—!!!

That was the crisp sound of his entire skeleton being pulverized into powder in an instant. Kokushibo’s originally indestructible demon body now resembled a water balloon filled to the brim. Under the internal pressure, it began to twist, expand, and deform wildly!

"This... this is... what..."

Kokushibo wanted to speak. But he found that his vocal cords had already been shattered by that Haki. Even his heart, lungs, intestines... Everything had turned into meat paste in that instant!

"It’s not over yet."

Katakuri looked expressionlessly at Kokushibo, who was now limp as mud in his hand. He didn’t stop because of the opponent’s miserable state. Because he knew very well. For this kind of monster, as long as a single cell remained alive, they could make a comeback.

"Didn’t you say that abandoning family makes one stronger?"

Katakuri released his grip on the blade and instead grabbed Kokushibo by his limp neck. He lifted him into the air like a dead chicken.

"Didn’t you say that bonds only make people weak?"

Katakuri turned his head. He glanced at Brulee, who was watching him with teary eyes in the distance. Then he looked at the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen nearby, who, though shocked, were still gripping their swords, wanting to help.

The corner of his mouth hooked up into a cold, grim arc.

"Then I’ll let you witness it. The weight of the power of ’protection’ you consider a burden. See just how heavy it is!!!"

Boom!!!

Katakuri’s arm expanded another size. The Mochi-Mochi Fruit’s Awakening ability activated!

Countless pitch-black mochi arms extended from the void, instantly covering Kokushibo’s entire body. But that wasn’t enough. Katakuri poured all his Armament Haki. All his Conqueror’s Haki. Everything, without reservation, into this single strike!

That ultimate black sheen was so intense it seemed to swallow the surrounding light.

"Buzz Cut Mochi!!!"

Only this time. He didn’t use mochi to turn himself into a donut to accelerate. Instead, he used that "Internal Destruction" Haki capable of destroying everything. To completely... crush the enemy in his hand!!!

Bang—!!!

A muffled explosion, heavy to the extreme, rang out.

The entire core area of the Infinity Castle seemed to suffer a nuclear detonation at this moment. A terrifying shockwave swept out in a ring with Katakuri at the center! Those sturdy support pillars, exquisite carved doors and windows, thick floorboards... All turned to dust in an instant!

Even Shinobu Kocho and the others hiding in the distance were blown away by this airwave, forced to stab their Nichirin Swords into the ground to barely stabilize themselves.

And at the center of the explosion.

Kokushibo’s body. In front of this Internal Destruction Haki capable of shattering space. He didn’t even have a chance to regenerate.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Like a string of lit firecrackers. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Every inch of flesh and blood. Every bone. Every cell. Under the scouring of that Haki, chain explosions occurred!

There was no room for resistance.

Upper Rank 1. The strongest swordsman who had stood at the apex of demons for four hundred years. The man who had turned into an ugly monster in pursuit of power.

Just like that, in Katakuri’s hands, he turned into a cloud of black ash drifting in the wind. Not even dregs remained.

Clatter.

A tattered demon blade fell from the air. It hit the ground and snapped into two pieces. And on that broken blade, the reflection of Katakuri’s tall, magnificent figure appeared.

As well as behind him. That pair of crimson eyes, still shining with determined light even amidst the ruins.

Silence. Dead silence.

The entire dojo had now turned into a massive crater.

Katakuri stood at the bottom of the pit, slowly retracting his fist which was still smoking with black smoke. His black leather vest had become tattered in the outburst just now. Revealing a chest as solid as iron. And the massive Charlotte Family tattoo on his back.

"Phew..."

Katakuri exhaled a breath of scorching white steam. He didn’t look at the broken blade on the ground. To him, that pitiful worm who abandoned everything didn’t even qualify for a second glance.

He turned around. The ferocity on his face, full of fangs, vanished instantly. Replaced by a kind of clumsy gentleness belonging to an older brother.

"Brulee."

Katakuri reached out his hand toward the small figure at the edge of the ruins. That large hand, which had just pulverized Upper Rank 1, was incredibly steady at this moment.

"It’s over. Let’s go to the next place."

Brulee stared blankly at the man standing in the light and shadow. Tears flowed down unbidden once again. But this time, it wasn’t because of fear, nor grievance. It was because of pride.

That was her big brother. The big brother who would never retreat half a step, even when facing gods or demons.

"Yeah!"

Brulee wiped her face vigorously, ignoring the rubble on the ground, and ran over stumblingly. She grabbed onto Katakuri’s thick finger. Just like when they were little.

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