One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

Chapter 109 Tornado

Azrael had not lost a battle since he was ten years old.

This is not due to his extraordinary talent or strong strength. Judging from these two points alone, there are many celestial dragons of the same generation who are not inferior to him.

The reason why he is invincible, apart from his love of picking on the weak, is entirely due to the fact that he was given the Parahuman Blood-Blood Fruit as an exceptional prize for his outstanding performance in the hunting competition.

With the ability to create or manipulate blood at will, he only needs to cover his body with a layer of mimic blood armor that looks exactly like his own. Not only can he absorb a certain amount of artillery fire and physical attacks, but the blood that makes up the mimic armor also has the property of rapid repair. While protecting the main body from harm, he can also give the enemy, who knows nothing about his true abilities, the illusion that he can regenerate his body.

When humans face phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense, they often develop a certain degree of fear. Azrael, who has been killing since childhood, has taken this to the extreme, creating an image of immortality for himself, thus awakening the fear deep in people's hearts and making them lose without fighting.

Therefore, after fully utilizing the power of the fruit, Azrael no longer felt pain. As long as he did not actively engage in head-on combat with an opponent who was far stronger than himself, no means could cause damage to his body.

At this moment, this seemingly impeccable impression was ruthlessly shattered by the very humans he despised the most.

“GAAAAAAAAA!”

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching howl, Azrael's entire body was thrown out from Uno's wound with blood spurting out. The two of them fell to the ground one above and the other, making two dull sounds.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, dripping down like a torrential bloody rain, falling directly on the sea of ​​flowers that had become a mess due to the fierce battle between the two, dyeing the vast expanse of white into a thrilling crimson.

“It hurts… It hurts so much – it hurts so much, it hurts so much! My right hand! My right hand is broken, ahhhhh!!”

Azrael fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up. He covered his bleeding arm, his face twisted in pain, and finally rolled on the ground. His low moans turned into sharp screams, and his face was covered with tears and snot. He bit his dry lower lip desperately, trying to relieve the piercing pain, but the more he struggled, the more his body trembled like a spasm.

"As expected...it didn't recover as it did before..."

Uno, who was lying on the uneven ground, trembled for a while and then raised his head little by little. Although Uno covered his whole body with a layer of Armament Haki in time before the blood mass exploded, the scorching air wave caused by the explosion still had a great impact on him, causing his tights to be burned to pieces, and large areas of burns appeared on his face and body. However, he looked at Azrael's unprecedented embarrassed appearance not far ahead as if nothing had happened, and an indescribable pleasure emerged in his heart. The corners of his mouth slowly squeezed out a meaningful smile, "You are used to bluffing in the past. The first severe pain in your life must be quite uncomfortable for you, right?"

This ironic sentence precisely stimulated the most sensitive and fragile nerves in Azrael's brain. The excruciating pain was soon replaced by uncontrollable anger. He stood up shakily with his remaining left hand grabbing the soil, and roared at the culprit who had brought him such humiliation: "Shut up! How can a half-baked brat like you... a brat who is only fit to hide in the dark and lick the soil, possibly beat me... No, you are not even qualified to be my opponent!!"

As he spoke, streams of thick blood condensed on the cross section of his right side, gradually turning into the shape of an arm. He shook his right arm, which had no sense of reality at all, and after confirming that it could move freely, he forced out a grim smile on his sweaty face as if to show off his strength: "Don't forget! As long as I want, it's no problem to make one or two prosthetic limbs! It's you who really doesn't understand the situation!"

"Really? I can't tell from your expression that..."

Uno supported himself with his right hand and managed to stand up. He pressed the wound on his waist with his left hand to prevent more blood from seeping out. He slowly raised his bloody right arm and pointed it at Azrael's forced smile. His eyes radiated a cold and sharp light. "I'm tired of seeing that disgusting face of yours. Get out of here as soon as possible."

"Stop rubbing your nose in my face! Blood manipulation secret technique? Red blood devil armor!"

With Azrael's roar, the camouflage suit wrapped around his body suddenly rolled up as if boiling, causing his body to expand rapidly, instantly transforming into a set of blood-red armor covered with spikes that tightly covered his entire body. His limbs with sharp claws became thicker and longer, and three ferocious tails extended from his back, slapping the ground heavily, causing countless spider-web-like cracks to appear on the already cracked ground.

Bang bang bang!

The dense green gas masses all fell on him and exploded one after another, raising waves of dust, but the surface of the armor only had some dents, without even a single gap. In just a blink of an eye, those dense dents recovered themselves, and there was no sign that it had been subjected to a round of bombardment.

"It's useless! The blood used to make this armor is ten times denser than before, and its hardness is even comparable to diamond! Your crappy abilities can't even scratch it!"

A smug mocking voice came out from the young man's heavy helmet with blood-colored patterns painted on it. Azrael narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at Uno, who seemed surprised by his change, with an arrogant attitude. In his hand, there appeared a spear made of blood, which was flowing with a dangerous luster under the dark clouds.

The strong wind blew from behind the enemy, seeming to bring a foul and cruel breath, which made Uno feel somewhat uncomfortable. Without saying a word, he tightly grasped a dagger formed by silky green airflow in his palm.

Although his attack failed to cause any harm to his opponent, the boy's face remained calm as usual, and he looked as if he was sure of victory.

"When you encounter a being that you feel is out of reach, you should cry and beg for mercy and then die in despair!! The secret art of blood manipulation? Blood thorns will grow everywhere!"

Azrael roared, and thrust his spear into the ground. With a loud noise like an earthquake, blood-red thorns covered with barbs broke out of the ground like a dragon emerging from the sea, spreading wildly around him and circling up quickly. Seeing this, Uno rushed into the surging thorn tsunami without thinking much, waving his dagger and cutting the thorns that tried to approach him into pieces in an instant. However, because the thorns reproduced too quickly, they continued to swarm in from all directions. In order to avoid wasting unnecessary energy, Uno had to use the Moon Step to quickly shuttle through the thorns that were intertwined into a network, and turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the spread of the thorns.

In a short moment, the valley with a radius of one hundred miles was completely occupied by dense thorns, forming a forest of blood-red thorns.

"It seems like a familiar move, but it's much more dangerous than that one."

Looking around at the dense and suffocating thorny jungle, Uno frowned as he kept stamping the air with his feet to stay aloft, and said thoughtfully, "That guy's breath also suddenly disappeared, but he must be nearby..."

"That's right! Brat!"

A sharp roar suddenly sounded from behind him. Before Uno could turn around, the upper half of Azrael's body had already jumped out from the nearest thorn. The tip of the spear in his right hand was glowing scarlet, and it stabbed towards Uno's defenseless back. "I have decided. You will become a mummy like that slow-witted and stupid girl!"

"I knew you would do this."

Before he could finish his sentence, Uno disappeared with a swish, making Azrael's thrust miss. While the opponent was stunned because he missed the target, Uno reappeared behind Azrael like a ghost, and his feet in the air hooked his hands like lightning. His left hand tightly grasped the back of his neck, and the dagger in his right hand was pointed at his cheek, and he said coldly, "You have overused your abilities, so the remaining strength must not be enough to break free from my restraints, right?"

"damn it......"

Azrael, who just realized the situation, cursed in a low voice. Every time he activated his ability, he needed to consume a part of the blood in his body, so he needed to regularly take in external blood to replenish his energy. However, due to the rapid loss of blood caused by the broken arm, and the frequent use of special skills out of hatred for Uno, the blood storage in his body was almost bottomed out, and his physical strength gradually reached the point of being exhausted. Therefore, no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of Uno's control, and the fear in his heart was self-evident.

"No matter how indestructible your armor is, the most vulnerable part of the human body has not changed, right?"

As he spoke, the dagger in Uno's hand moved down the helmet little by little until it stopped at Azrael's wide-open right eyeball. His deep voice revealed an irrepressible anger, "Finally, I must advise you to be careful about certain sensitive topics. Otherwise, if I lose my composure, I don't know what I will do, like this."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp dagger pierced into the giant eyeball fiercely, as if time had stopped for a moment, and emerald green light spread from the surface of the blade to the surrounding circles. With a light "puff" sound, the right half of Azrael's head and helmet exploded like a smashed watermelon, and blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, sprinkling on his armor, leaving red spots.

"It seems that this armor can help you absorb a lot of damage. I originally thought that I could blow your entire head off." Uno said expressionlessly, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“Aaaaaaaaah!! My head! My head is splitting open aaaaaaaah!”

Azrael's only remaining eye and mouth opened to the limit, and he let out an unprecedented sharp howl. His whole body seemed to have lost its air and fell out from the thorns limply. The armor covering his entire body was covered with dense cracks, and turned into countless bloody fragments that fluttered down, revealing the young man's thin body covered in blood.

When he was about to fall to the ground, a slender but extremely powerful arm suddenly grabbed his left wrist, causing his body to hang in the air as if under a spell.

All that came into view was a pair of eyes that had rekindled the raging fire of revenge.

"Hey... Hey... Don't be so serious..."

Azrael shuddered involuntarily when his eyes suddenly met the boy's. The piercing pain in his wound and the anger in his heart were completely replaced by fear at this moment. As if to show weakness, he forced a smile on his face, "I was just talking casually. That stupid... that little girl seemed to be called Chloe, right? At that time, I had to suck her blood because my blood reserves were insufficient. I have been repenting for this mistake every day!"

His voice gradually became weaker, as if due to excessive blood loss, but he still insisted on conveying what he wanted to say to the boy: "It is my fault that your people met with misfortune! I shouldn't have done such a sinful thing for my own selfish desires! Please forgive me! I promise not to appear in front of you after I recover from my injuries!"