One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 351 - 350: A God Among Ghosts: The Superior Eye

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Chapter 350: A God Among Ghosts: The Superior Eye

Steam hissed from Akaza’s chest as his body stitched itself back together. The regeneration was agonizingly fast. He stood up among the ruins, his eyes burning with a manic, obsessive light.

"Magnificent! To turn your body into food... it’s a ridiculous concept, but your execution is flawless! The perfect defense!" Akaza shouted across the void. "Hey! Big guy! What’s your name? To stay human with strength like that is a tragedy! A human body is a prison of rot and age. Become a demon! Become a demon and we can sharpen our skills against each other for a thousand years!"

Katakuri looked at him with profound loathing. The offer was an insult to everything he stood for. To abandon his humanity for the sake of survival? He had spent his whole life being a monster for his family’s sake, but he had never lost his soul.

"I have no interest in becoming a bottom-feeder like you," Katakuri said, raising his right hand. His arm began to rotate and expand, the mochi hardening and growing thick, obsidian spikes. It became a morning-star club of terrifying proportions, coated in Armament Haki until it gleamed like a polished jewel. "None at all."

He vanished.

Akaza’s Compass Needle spun like a top. Right! He’s coming from the right! Akaza pivoted to the left, his fist cocked for a devastating counter. He was certain. He could feel the "spirit" of the attack.

But as he moved, he saw Katakuri’s eyes. They weren’t looking at where he was. They were looking at where he would be.

Mid-swing, the massive spiked club took a sharp, impossible turn. It didn’t follow the momentum of the swing; it anticipated Akaza’s dodge with terrifying accuracy.

"How?!" Akaza’s scream was caught in his throat.

"Your eyes are loud," Katakuri’s voice was a cold whisper in the wind. "I have already seen the moment you crumble."

CRUNCH—!!!

The spiked morning star didn’t just hit Akaza; it erased him. His head was turned into a fine red mist. His torso was crushed into a shapeless mass. The force of the blow sent him hurtling through the floorboards, through the lower levels of the floating castle, until he crashed into the very foundation of the dimension.

"Too weak," Katakuri muttered, retracting his arm. He looked at the red smear on his knuckles with a scowl. The "spirit" of the demon was still there, stubborn and oily.

He isn’t dead. Katakuri narrowed his eyes. This was the problem with these "demons." They were biological cockroaches. Unless he used a Sun-breath or a Nichirin blade, they would just keep coming back. He looked at his own fists. If I cannot burn him out, I will simply grind him into dust so fine that there is nothing left to regenerate.

"ROAR!!!"

From the darkness below, a roar of pure, humiliated rage erupted. Akaza surged back up, his face half-formed, his tattoos glowing a violent crimson. He looked like a cornered animal, all pretense of martial arts grace gone.

"YOU... YOU CAN SEE THE FUTURE?!"

"I don’t predict," Katakuri said, his five-meter shadow looming over the demon like a shroud. "I see. Your [Compass Needle] is a toy. It reacts to intent. My Observation Haki dictates reality. You are fighting a battle that has already been lost."

Katakuri reached for his nodachi once more. This time, the dark red sparks of Conqueror’s Haki Coating began to dance along the blade. If he had to cut the demon ten thousand times to keep him down, he would do it.

But then, the air shifted.

A spike of pure, crystalline fear hit his Haki like a physical blow.

Brulee.

She was close. And she was terrified.

"Brulee!"

The rage returned, hotter than before. He didn’t have time to play with this pink-haired trash. He ignored Akaza entirely, his legs tensing like massive springs.

BOOM!

He didn’t use the stairs. He didn’t look for a door. He became a living wrecking ball, lunging upward and smashing through six layers of reinforced wooden flooring in a single leap. Every barrier, every wall, every spatial trap in his way was obliterated by the sheer, crushing weight of his Armament Haki.

He was coming for her. And God help anyone—man or demon—who stood in his way.

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