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One Piece: Supreme Check-In System-Chapter 80: The Demon’s Judgment and the Vanishing Warriors
Chapter 80 - The Demon's Judgment and the Vanishing Warriors
Shamrock staggered, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. The air around him shimmered with the remnants of Meruem's crushing Nen strike. Despite the wounds, his eyes burned with unyielding resolve.
With a feral roar, Shamrock raised his battered Cerberus Sword, the three spectral hound heads snarling louder than before. A radiant aura burst from his body as he activated one of his deadliest moves.
"Supreme Technique — Hades Cerberus Howl!"
The sword's three heads unchained themselves, expanding into colossal, ghostly beasts, their combined roars shaking the heavens. They lunged together, leaving trails of white-hot sword energy as their jaws snapped toward Meruem.
But Meruem's cold, emotionless gaze didn't flinch. His Nen exploded outward like a monstrous storm, forming a colossal demonic arm above him.
"A prey should not stand up." Meruem spoke with chilling finality.
He clenched his fist.
"Oblivion Grasp."
The Nen-formed demon arm crashed down, grabbing the spectral Cerberus heads mid-attack. The moment it touched them, the heads howled, their forms dissolving into sparks of light as the Nen's oppressive weight crushed them.
The backlash sent Shamrock flying like a meteor, smashing through rocky outcrops and splashing into the raging sea.
The Mysterious Magic Circle
Before Shamrock could gather himself, a strange pulse of light appeared at his feet.
A glowing magic circle — intricate runes spinning, layered with ancient symbols foreign to both pirate and marine worlds — materialized beneath him.
Shamrock coughed blood and gritted his teeth.
"Damn it... don't bring us out yet. This battle... isn't over!"
Meruem, sensing the oddity, frowned for the first time in their duel.
"Magic? In a world of Devil Fruits?" He narrowed his gaze as the circle's glow intensified, engulfing Shamrock's battered form.
In a blink, Shamrock vanished.
Meruem let out a faint exhale, his blood-red eyes shifting toward the sky.
"Hmph. Interesting... another anomaly in this fractured world."
He didn't pursue.
Elsewhere: Uta vs. Gunko — Deathsong Showdown
Across the battlefield, the air quaked as Uta, with blood on her lips, activated her forbidden technique.
"Demon King's Requiem."
Behind her, a monstrous, pale-skinned clown demon materialized, its towering form clutching a grand piano stitched together with bones and chains.
With an eerie grin, the demon pressed a single key.
DOOM.
A visible shockwave in the form of crimson music notes surged from the piano, each note carrying immense destructive power. The wave cut through the air, warping the sky itself as it streaked toward Gunko.
Gunko roared in defiance, his hands morphing into colossal bandages through his Aro Aro no Mi powers.
"Fenrir Bind!"
The bandages twisted and formed a massive wolf-shaped shield. The colossal Fenrir construct lunged to intercept the deadly notes.
The impact was cataclysmic.
A deafening detonation sent both combatants hurling through the air. Gunko's Fenrir shattered under the force, the sound wave tearing the land asunder.
Gunko hit the ground hard, his consciousness slipping as he collapsed.
But before Uta could finish him, another magic circle appeared behind Gunko's fallen form.
Uta's crimson eyes widened.
"What is this...?"
Sensing danger, she leapt back. A heartbeat later, Gunko vanished, leaving only the remnants of the scorched earth where he fell.
Uta's brow furrowed.
"Who's interfering with this war...?"
Another Duel: Vash vs. Sommers
Elsewhere amid the crumbling islands, Sommers commanded nature itself, vines lashing out in a relentless storm of strikes.
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But Vash the Stampede was done playing games.
With a cold flick of his wrist, he drew his battered revolver, firing precise shots that severed every vine mid-strike.
"You just don't know when to stay down."
As the last vine snapped, Vash's right arm began to shimmer. Mechanical parts shifted and unfolded until his most feared weapon revealed itself:
The Angel Arm.
A monstrous, organic cannon-like structure formed, radiating enough power to level a city in one blast.
"This ends now."
With a silent pull of the trigger, a beam of pure annihilation shot forth, engulfing Sommers.
The blast left nothing but ash and fire in its wake. When the smoke cleared, only a pair of disembodied, regenerating eyes floated amidst the charred earth.
Sommers' immortality kicked in, his body reforming rapidly.
But even as his body reassembled, a familiar, ominous magic circle materialized at his feet.
Vash narrowed his eyes, spinning his revolver.
"Tch... you won't run from me."
But the magic circle pulsed once, and Sommers vanished, leaving behind only the flicker of residual magic.
Black Eye Panda's Hunt
Meanwhile, Black Eye Panda scoured the turbulent sea.
His earlier devastating attack had seemingly swallowed Killingham, the waters still raging from the blow.
But no trace of his opponent surfaced.
He growled, grabbed his bamboo stick, and took a big bite of it like a snack. His sharp eyes watched the waves carefully, ready for whatever came next.
"Rawr Rawr! (Did the sea take you away... or are you just hiding again?) " the little panda growled.
Yet the sea remained silent.