Chapter 332: The Rampaging Melee!

Katakuri struggled to straighten his body amidst the ruins of the buildings.

His heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in this deathly silent district, his tall frame swaying slightly.

On his chest was a clear, terrifying indentation, a mark left by the heavy blow from Tatsuya's monstrous strength just moments ago.

However, more lethal than the broken bones was the pitch-black Amaterasu flames that clung to him like a curse.

This ominous black fire continued to burn ruthlessly on his flesh; no matter how much he patted it, it wouldn't go out.

Facing this otherworldly fire capable of burning everything to ash, Katakuri didn't even flinch.

His right hand was instantly coated in high-density Armament Haki, transforming into a sharp hand-blade.

Swish!

Without hesitation, he swung his hand-blade, cruelly cutting away the portion of flesh on his chest tainted by the black flames.

Blood spurted out instantly, but he immediately endured the piercing pain, activating his Mochi-Mochi Fruit ability to tightly cover his mangled body with a large amount of pure white mochi.

He forcefully halted the further spread of the black flames to his entire body.

Katakuri gasped for air, sweat mixed with blood dripping down his angular cheeks.

But when he looked up again, his sharp eyes were even colder than before.

Tatsuya's unreasonable attack frequency and bizarre moves had indeed caused him to suffer a great loss.

But he was the Charlotte family's greatest masterpiece; his pride as the strongest sweet commander under the Four Emperors' Big Mom would never allow him to fall here.

"Since this body can't react in time..."

Katakuri's gaze sharpened, and he slammed both hands onto the ground.

In an instant, the Awakening power of his fruit erupted like a tsunami, and the ruins and ground within hundreds of meters were instantly assimilated into white mochi.

A massive amount of mochi surged into the sky like a fountain, churning violently in mid-air.

He made the most composed tactical change:

Since he couldn't keep up with the opponent's ghost-like rhythm, he would use absolute attack density to fill all the surrounding space, conducting indiscriminate fire coverage!

...

Meanwhile, inside the boisterous Corrida Colosseum in Dressrosa.

Gong—!

Accompanied by the deafening ring of a heavy bronze gong echoing over the arena, the indiscriminate elimination melee of Block C officially began.

In an instant, hundreds of ferocious gladiators, wanted criminals, pirates, and underground martial artists clashed together.

The crisp clashing of blades and the dull sounds of punches and kicks intertwined.

Blood fell like red raindrops, and screams instantly filled the entire massive colosseum.

Among this group of mostly burly, rugged-faced contestants...

The small-statured Lucy, wearing a floral shirt and a ridiculous bull-head mask, naturally became an easy target in many people's eyes.

Over a dozen gladiators holding heavy battle-axes, morning stars, and greatswords glanced at each other and grinned as they surrounded Luffy in unison.

They intended to clear out this seemingly non-threatening shorty first.

"Die! Kid!"

Facing the lethal flashes of blades and swords swinging from all directions, Luffy showed no fear.

He casually placed his hands on his hips, his footsteps moving slightly.

The siege that seemed lightning-fast to others was full of openings in front of Luffy.

With exquisite distance, he easily and perfectly dodged all lethal attacks; those sharp heavy weapons didn't even graze a corner of his clothes.

Then, Luffy simply threw a few casual punches.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by several dull sonic booms.

Those dozen or so massive hulks didn't even see how they were hit before crashing heavily into the pool outside the ring, losing consciousness on the spot.

Just as the Block C contestants were fighting until their eyes turned red for the sole advancement spot...

The tens of thousands of spectators in the stands suddenly let out a cry of terror.

The heavy gate of the colosseum was slammed open, and a ferocious fighting bull, as massive as a small mountain with bulging muscles, charged into the arena.

Its eyes were blood-red, nostrils snorting white steam, as it rampaged across the stage.

Its pair of steel-hard horns ruthlessly tossed a dozen contestants into the air along its path.

Its terrifying monstrous strength even forced several massive giants to stumble back.

The tyrannical bull stopped in the center of the stage, huffing as it looked around.

Finally, its bloodthirsty gaze locked onto Luffy, who was standing with his back to it, wearing a very conspicuous red vest.

Moo—!

The bull let out a furious roar, kicked off with its four hooves, and launched a death charge toward Luffy.

Spectators in the stands cried out in alarm; some even covered their eyes in pity.

Thinking that the ridiculous little guy in the bull mask was about to be trampled into a pulp.

However, sensing the howling wind behind him, Luffy turned around.

Facing the charging behemoth, he reached out his hands and firmly caught the massive bull head with its staggering impact.

Man and bull entered a brief struggle of strength on the stage.

Luffy looked up slightly, his clear eyes behind the mask meeting the blood-red, irritable eyes of the bull, a bright smile spreading across his face:

"Oh? You look like you can eat quite a bit too!"

The entire audience held their breath instantly.

After a moment of breath-holding, eerie silence, that originally violent Shinigami bull actually became miraculously docile.

It not only stopped its attack but even gave an affectionate snort and submissively rubbed its large head against Luffy's palm.

Yoo-hoo! Awesome!

Luffy cheered and flipped over, nimbly mounting the broad back of the bull.

He patted the bull's neck, and the pair began to run happily across the stage.

This incredible scene caused the audience to erupt in gasps of stunned amazement.

...

On the battlefield of the town ruins leveled to the ground.

Katakuri, determined to fight to the death, went all out.

He pushed the Awakening ability of the Mochi-Mochi Fruit to its limit, instantly creating dozens of floating, giant white rings in mid-air—"Peerless Donuts."

Following that, massive, incredibly heavy square mochi fists, coated in high-level Armament Haki, shot out frantically from those donuts.

These giant black fists, known as "Power Mochi," rained down like a storm, covering the sky as they smashed toward Tatsuya standing below.

This time, Katakuri completely changed his Observation Haki prediction strategy.

He no longer tried to capture Tatsuya's elusive attack movements but instead directly predicted Tatsuya's "landing points."

He used the massive attack range provided by the dozens of donuts to cover the area with indiscriminate fire, attempting to force Tatsuya into a corner where he couldn't dodge.

Facing this terrifyingly dense and lethal attack, comparable to a meteor shower...

Boom—!

A majestic surge of Chakra soared into the sky, and a massive crimson Susanoo rose from the ground like an ancient god of war, firmly protecting Tatsuya within.

The red giant in its half-body skeletal form wielded massive Chakra twin swords, weaving a dense light-shield of blades in front of it, ruthlessly slashing or forcefully parrying each of the whistling mochi fists.

The deafening roar echoed through the clouds, and the terrifying shockwaves of the collision completely ground the surrounding ruins into powder.

In the center of this world-destroying storm, Tatsuya, under the absolute protection of Susanoo, looked smilingly at the gritting Katakuri in the air.

He slowly raised his right hand and gripped the hilt of the Great Grade Sword Shusui at his waist.

"Your will is indeed commendable, Katakuri."

"But it ends here."

"As a mark of respect for that will, I shall personally see you off with this blade."

The moment his voice fell, the tomoe in Tatsuya's Sharingan began to spin frantically.

A mysterious, terrifying ripple that seemed capable of severing all the laws of the world instantly spread out.

Futsu-no-Mitama!

In mid-air, Katakuri's pupils suddenly constricted.

In his Observation Haki perception, the moment Tatsuya gripped the hilt, danger signals from the entire world were frantically sounding alarms at him!

But to his absolute horror, he found that in his "future sight," which he had always been proud of, it had turned into a deathly, absolute pitch-black.

In that desperate darkness, he saw no afterimage of Tatsuya's attack, nor any trajectory of energy.

He only saw a black line emitting a dim light.

Facing this crisis that completely transcended common sense, Katakuri's heart beat violently.

"Don't even think about it!"

Katakuri roared in his heart.

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