One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 383: Dimensional Strike — One Finger Pierces Eight Hundred Years

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Dimensional Strike — One Finger Pierces Eight Hundred Years

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Chapter 383: Dimensional Strike — One Finger Pierces Eight Hundred Years

"It seems you rely far too much on that ’foresight’ ability of yours."

Tien Shinhan slowly retracted his fist. The third eye on his forehead emitted a soul-piercing gleam. He looked down at the disgraced "God" hunched over before him. His tone carried a trace of respect, but it was dwarfed by the unyielding pride of a true powerhouse.

"Your body is strong. Your reflexes are fast, too. But your fighting style... is far too arrogant."

Tien Shinhan shifted into a brand-new opening stance. The fiery aura radiating from his body was no longer a violent eruption. Instead, it grew restrained. Condensed. It was the absolute calm before a torrential storm.

"In this arena, if you aren’t prepared to even break a sweat, you’re going to get beaten to death."

Imu clutched her abdomen tightly, stumbling two steps backward. A single drop of cold sweat slid down her temple. Drip. It pattered against the granite floor.

Humiliation. Ever since she ascended the Empty Throne... Eight hundred years had passed. This was the very first time a mere mortal had struck her so hard she doubled over in front of a crowd!

"Good... Very good..."

Imu slowly straightened her posture. Her black robes were disheveled from the impact, but the aura rolling off her became exponentially more terrifying. It was the pure, unadulterated killing intent of someone thoroughly enraged. It felt so thick and viscous it was almost tangible, instantly causing the surrounding temperature to plummet by over a dozen degrees.

"You have successfully angered me."

Imu wiped the corner of her mouth. The crimson light within her eyes deepened into the color of fresh blood.

"Since these eyes cannot see through you... then I will no longer bother looking. In the face of absolute power, all your techniques are nothing but a joke!"

Boom—!!

The ground beneath Imu’s feet shattered violently! The Armament Haki was no longer just coating her hands; it instantly enveloped her entire body like a pitch-black suit of armor!

Full-Body Armament Haki!

Over the span of eight hundred years, her Haki had been cultivated to a horrifying extreme. It was pitch-black. So profoundly dark that it seemed to devour all surrounding light.

In that instant, Imu looked as if she were clad in obsidian armor. Full-Body Armament Haki! This was the absolute pinnacle of physical defense in the One Piece world. Even the slashing attacks of a Yonko, or the shockwaves of the Ancient Weapons, would be drastically diminished against this layer of ultimate protection!

"Huu..."

Imu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The moment the white mist left her lips, it was shredded to nothingness by the terrifying atmospheric pressure surrounding her.

She raised her hand, staring at her blackened fist that looked as though it were forged from solid steel. That sensation of indestructible power finally stabilized her fracturing mental state.

"Mortal." Amplified by her Haki, Imu’s voice grew impossibly deep and took on a heavy, metallic resonance. "To force me to use this... you have earned the right to be proud. But it is time for this farce to end."

Before her words even finished echoing—

Thud! A massive, spider-web crater several meters wide instantly caved in the sturdy granite arena! Imu’s figure vanished into thin air!

This wasn’t an evasion born from predicting the future. It was an explosion of pure, raw power! Fast! She was fast to the absolute extreme! Even the air itself was torn apart by her violent dash, unleashing a shrill, piercing shriek!

"Die!"

Imu appeared like a ghost directly above Tien Shinhan. Her pitch-black right leg cleaved downward like a battle axe! There was no flashy name for this technique. At her level, even a casual strike was a guaranteed lethal blow! If this kick connected, it wouldn’t just kill a man—it would split an entire mountain peak in half!

Yet, facing this apocalyptic strike, Tien Shinhan didn’t so much as blink. The three-eyed martial artist merely lowered his center of gravity. His feet rooted into the ground like the ancient roots of a massive tree.

Then, he violently thrust his right fist straight up!

No dodging! No deflecting! It was the simplest, most brutal head-on collision imaginable!

Courting death! The crimson light in Imu’s eyes flared. He actually dares to block Full-Body Armament Haki with his bare flesh? This three-eyed freak clearly doesn’t know the meaning of the word ’death’!

Right when she expected to hear the sickening crunch of shattering bones...

Boom—!!! Fist met leg. A visible white shockwave erupted from their collision, sweeping madly in all directions!

Crack, crunch— The impenetrable arena floor was violently peeled back, layer by layer, like a freshly plowed field! Rubble flew like shrapnel, and dust blotted out the sky! The spectators below were blown completely off balance; even the announcer’s toupee was sent flying into the wind.

But at the epicenter of the dust storm, the one-sided massacre the black-robed ruler had envisioned never occurred. Quite the opposite.

Imu was frozen dead in mid-air. Her right leg, capable of kicking through solid steel, was stopped dead in its tracks by Tien Shinhan’s fist! It didn’t budge a single inch!

"This..."

Imu’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Through the feedback of her Armament Haki, she felt as though she hadn’t struck flesh and blood, but an erupting, active volcano! A searing, tyrannical, and utterly destructive white energy was surging through the point of contact, frantically eroding her Haki!

Sizzle, hiss—! Her indestructible black armor actually began popping and crackling, sounding exactly like ice water being thrown into a vat of boiling oil! That was... Her Haki was burning!

How is this possible!? Imu’s mind completely shattered. Armament Haki was the physical manifestation of one’s will! It was the absolute power that could bypass a Logia’s intangibility and defend against all physical attacks! Why was it being blocked!? And... Why the hell is it melting!?

"Is this what you call your full strength?"

As the dust settled, Tien Shinhan maintained his punching posture. A trace of disappointment surfaced on his stoic face. There was even a hint of... pity.

"It’s far too unrefined," Tien Shinhan said, shaking his head. The white, flame-like aura radiating from his body blazed fiercely, forcing Imu’s pitch-black Haki into a steady retreat. "You merely turned the surface of your body as hard as a rock. But inside... you are pathetically hollow."

Tien Shinhan abruptly pulled his fist back. Then, shifting his hand into an open palm, he struck Imu square in the chest with speeds that blurred the very air!

"Hah!!"

Boom! An overwhelming, earth-shattering force erupted outward! Before Imu could even register a reaction, she was launched backward like a black cannonball!

Bang, bang, bang! She tumbled over a dozen times in mid-air before crashing onto the arena in a miserable heap. Her feet plowed two deep trenches into the solid floor as she skidded to a halt.

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

Imu clutched her chest, coughing violently. Although her Armament Haki had absorbed the brunt of the impact, the agonizing pain—as if all her internal organs had been violently displaced—refused to fade.

But what terrified her the most was the spot on her chest. The Armament Haki there... had actually been shattered! Her pale skin was exposed beneath the broken armor!

"Ki..."

Imu glared fixedly at the white aura wreathing Tien Shinhan’s body. That light... It was blinding. Searing. It pulsed with a boundless, inexhaustible vitality.

In contrast, the Armament Haki she was so incredibly proud of felt like a stagnant pool of dead water—gloomy, oppressive, and utterly devoid of life.

Is this... the disparity between our power systems!? In the One Piece world, Haki was the physical manifestation of mental energy; a power born purely of the mind. Even if a person’s physical body was completely exhausted, as long as their will was strong enough, their Haki would ignite.

But in this Dragon Ball world... ’Ki’ was the very essence of life itself! It was the perfect trinity of body, mind, and spirit fused into one! Trying to use a simple armor of willpower to forcibly block an explosive surge of pure life energy? That was like smashing an ice cube against a red-hot branding iron! It was begging for a beating!

"I refuse to believe it!"

Imu let out a bloodcurdling screech. Eight hundred years of absolute pride would never allow her to admit she was the weaker one!

Vwom! Conqueror’s Haki! This time, she held absolutely nothing back. The terrifying willpower of the King of the World, fused with peak-tier Conqueror’s Haki Coating, morphed into streaks of black-and-red lightning that violently wreathed her arms!

Conqueror’s Coating! This was a technique capable of splitting the heavens and obliterating entire islands without even making physical contact!

"Die for me!!"

Imu looked like a raving lunatic. She swung her fists wildly, the black-and-red lightning dancing like maddened dragons, completely engulfing the entire arena in a shadow of total annihilation.

However, standing opposite to her, Tien Shinhan merely furrowed his brows.

"You’re too loud."

He sharply clapped his hands together. A brilliant light flashed across his three eyes.

"Tri-Beam... No, I don’t need that move to deal with you. Dodon Ray!"

Tien Shinhan extended a single index finger. A golden light sparked at his fingertip. No charging. No wind-up.

Zip! A golden beam of light, no thicker than a finger yet condensed to the absolute limit, instantly tore through the air!

Tchack! The sky-covering, black-and-red lightning storm Imu had conjured... Against this tiny beam of light, it was as fragile as wet paper! It was instantly pierced through, failing to impede the attack for even half a second!

Immediately after...

Spurt! With a soft thud, a bloody blossom exploded from Imu’s right shoulder! That supposedly ’indestructible’ body, the one that not even the Yonko could cut through...

Was effortlessly skewered by a beam fired from a single finger!

"Ahhh!!!"

Imu let out a wretched scream, stumbling backward. She stared at the bloody, gaping hole in her shoulder with utter disbelief. The flesh around the wound was completely charred black—the undeniable mark of being instantly carbonized by extreme heat.

Was there no Haki defending it?

No. She had defended it. But it was useless!

The energy density of that light beam was simply too high! It was like using a high-pressure water jet to slice through a block of tofu. What Armament Haki? What immortal body? In the face of absolute, overwhelming energy suppression, all of it was nothing but a joke!

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