One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 246: The Falling Admiral

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Chapter 246: The Falling Admiral

Shiki swept a glance over Sakazuki, his face twisted in undisguised disappointment.

"Where is Sengoku?"

He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Where is that old bastard Garp? Tell them to get their asses out here! A natural-type brat like you, relying solely on your Devil Fruit... you aren’t even fit to polish my shoes!"

Suddenly, Shiki’s eyes widened. His golden pupils were instantly consumed by a blood-red tide. Three black tomoe spun madly within the crimson depths, finally linking together to form a geometric, triangular pattern.

Mangekyo Sharingan—Open!

Boom!

An invisible, crushing ocular power instantly locked onto Sakazuki.

"Since they won’t come out," Shiki growled, "I’ll slaughter you first to consecrate the flags of this war!"

"Slaughter me? You?"

Sakazuki laughed in extreme anger, his face contorted into a terrifying mask amidst the heat-distorted air. He was a Marine Admiral, the highest military power of the Headquarters, the man who enforced ’Absolute Justice.’ Even that old relic Whitebeard wouldn’t dare claim he could defeat him with certainty. Yet, this washed-up remnant of a bygone era dared to speak such nonsense!

"Stop playing god with your cheap tricks!" Sakazuki roared. "I don’t care what means you used to heal your legs—a pirate is a pirate! Go repent for your arrogance in Hell!"

Whoosh!

Sakazuki threw his arms high toward the sky. His Mag-Mag Fruit ability, already seething, was pushed to its absolute limit. The entire sky was instantly dyed a suffocating dark red. Countless massive magma fists formed within the cloud layers like a dense meteor shower, blotting out the sun.

The terrifying heat caused the seawater surrounding Marineford to evaporate wildly, shrouding the battlefield in a white mist reminiscent of doomsday.

"Meteor Volcano!!!"

With Sakazuki’s thunderous shout, the sky fell. The rain of molten rock, carrying the momentum of total annihilation, crashed down toward the Golden Lion suspended in the air. This single attack carried enough firepower to erase a large island from the map in an instant.

Yet, facing this sky-encompassing destruction, Shiki didn’t even furrow his brow. He simply hovered quietly, his crimson Mangekyo Sharingan turning slowly. The corners of his mouth hooked up into a smile of extreme cruelty.

"Too slow."

"Too weak."

"Too boring."

Shiki slowly raised his right hand, aiming at the falling meteors, and clenched his fingers against the void.

Hum!

An indescribable, terrifying fluctuation swept across heaven and earth.

Rumble—!!!

Centering on the Golden Lion, the space within a thousand meters seemed to freeze for a heartbeat before collapsing outward. A visible wall of transparent repulsion exploded with domineering force, crushing everything in its path!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The magma meteors, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, shattered the moment they touched the repulsive field. It was as if tofu had slammed into a wall of steel. They detonated, crumbled, and were blasted backward—returning faster and more violently than they had fallen!

"What?!"

Sakazuki’s pupils constricted violently. His proudest wide-range annihilation technique hadn’t even touched the enemy’s hem before being repelled? What kind of ability was this? Since when could the Float-Float Fruit do something like this?

Before he could recover from his shock, the golden figure vanished from the air.

Fast! Too fast for even his Observation Haki to track!

"Where are you looking, Magma Brat?"

A mocking voice exploded right beside Sakazuki’s ear. The Admiral’s hair stood on end. Instinctively, he tried to elementalize his body to evade, but it was too late.

A fist wrapped in jet-black Armament Haki and infused with a strange, cold energy slammed heavily into his abdomen. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Bang!!!

A sound like muffled thunder detonated in mid-air. Sakazuki felt an irresistible force plow into him. His body instantly bowed like a cooked shrimp.

"Gah—!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments.

"Cough..."

Disbelief filled Sakazuki’s eyes. So heavy! The weight behind this punch was even heavier than that old monster Garp’s fist! How was this possible? Shiki was a master of swordsmanship and Devil Fruit abilities, but since when was his physical strength this absurd?

"What? Can’t handle it already?"

Shiki laughed maniacally, giving Sakazuki no chance to breathe. He spun in the air, his right leg whipping down like a golden battle axe, tearing through the atmosphere with a high-pitched scream.

This kick was no longer supported by a sword-leg prosthetics of the past. It was a genuine leg of flesh and blood, filled with explosive power!

"Don’t get too cocky!!!"

Sakazuki roared, forcing down the agonizing pain. His right arm instantly transformed into roiling magma, shaping itself into a giant canine head. He didn’t dodge; he punched straight toward the descending whip kick.

"Dark Hound!!!"

Boom!!!

Magma and flesh collided violently in the air. The shockwave swept out in all directions, blowing away the surrounding clouds.

But then, a scene that horrified Sakazuki unfolded. His high-temperature magma, hot enough to melt steel, hissed and extinguished the moment it touched Shiki’s leg. The layer of Haki coating the pirate’s limb was so dense it was nearly tangible! Worse, it was laced with a strange power that made his very soul tremble.

"Too weak! Too weak!" Shiki sneered. "Your Haki is as soft as a seamstress’s needle!"

Shiki’s right leg exerted a sudden, massive force.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, Sakazuki’s giant magma arm was kicked apart! Molten rock splashed everywhere as Sakazuki was launched like a cannonball.

Crash!

His body smashed heavily into the thick ice of the Marineford plaza, gouging out a bottomless crater. Crushed ice flew; dust rose.

The entire Marine Headquarters fell into a dead silence. Every Marine soldier stared wide-eyed in horror.

Defeated? Admiral Sakazuki, the symbol of their highest combat power... kicked around like a ball and defeated in just a few rounds? This had to be an illusion!

"Cough... cough cough..."

At the bottom of the deep pit, Sakazuki struggled to his feet. His Justice coat was in tatters, and half his body was stained red with blood. His face, usually grim and cold, was now written with shock and an existential crisis.

He didn’t fear losing. But he couldn’t accept such a hopeless, one-sided crushing. That regeneration. That strange repulsion far exceeding the Float-Float Fruit. That physique surpassing his prime.

"That rumor... it was actually true..." Sakazuki grit his teeth, staring deathly hard at the demon-god-like figure in the sky.

That so-called "Dungeon"... could truly allow a person to be reborn!

"Not dead yet?"

In the sky, the Golden Lion looked down at the ant beneath him, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"In that case, I’ll send you on your final journey. Let me show you... what true despair looks like."

Shiki slowly closed his right eye. His left Mangekyo Sharingan spun wildly, condensing a heart-palpitating ocular power.

"Pupil Technique: Ame-no-Ohabari!"

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