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Chapter 137 - Ch-137 The Limits of Power.

In the Tower of Justice, Rob Lucci threw everything he had at Gojo.

Every move. Every variation. Every combination—one, two, even three of the Six Powers chained together in rapid succession.

Air split with sharp whistles as Tempest Kicks carved through space. The floor cracked under the force of his steps. His movements were precise, lethal, relentless.

And yet—

None of it reached Gojo.

Each attack slowed, stalled, and stopped just short of his body, as if reality itself refused to let them pass. The invisible boundary of Limitless stood absolute.

Just as Gojo had said, it was regrettable.

If Rob Lucci had Haki, this would have been a completely different fight.

A real fight.

But Gojo wasn't simply standing there taking hits for nothing.

His blindfold was gone.

His Six Eyes, fully revealed, shimmered faintly under the light as they tracked every movement with terrifying clarity. His gaze followed each strike, each shift in stance, each subtle adjustment in breathing. Nothing escaped him.

He was watching.

Learning.

Analyzing.

And the more he observed, the more evident it became—

Rob Lucci was on an entirely different level.

His Tempest Kick wasn't just sharp; it was refined to near perfection, surpassing even Kaku, who had once been considered the best in that technique. His Iron Body was denser, more controlled—far superior to both Jabra and Blueno.

Every motion carried intent. Every attack was optimized.

Gojo's lips curved slightly.

This… was satisfying.

Good thing I took the blindfold off.

Watching Lucci in action wasn't just entertaining—it was valuable. With every passing moment, Gojo could feel his own understanding of the Six Powers deepening, expanding, evolving.

Rob Lucci stood amid the wreckage of his own making.

After unleashing everything in his arsenal, the surrounding floor was utterly devastated. Cracks spread like veins through the stone, chunks torn free and scattered. The walls—what remained of them—had been completely destroyed. There were no barriers left now; the outside was fully visible, wind drifting through the ruined structure.

The battlefield had been reduced to open ruin.

Lucci's chest rose and fell heavily as he breathed, the strain of his relentless assault finally catching up. Still, his sharp eyes locked onto Gojo.

"It seems that all of my attacks won't reach you," he said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion. "But I am not going to give up."

A brief pause.

"I have one more move in my arsenal—my best attack. And that should definitely be able to break through… this barrier around your body."

Gojo tilted his head slightly, his expression calm, almost bored.

"This is not exactly a barrier," he replied, letting out a small sigh. "Sigh… anyway, you won't understand. Or to be precise—" his gaze flickered with faint amusement, "—I don't want to explain it to you."

A faint tension snapped in the air.

Lucci didn't respond with words.

Instead, something in his stance shifted—his resolve sharpening.

Then I'll break through it.

Without hesitation, Rob Lucci moved.

He drew everything together—every principle, every technique of the Six Powers—compressing them into one final attack.

His ultimate move.

Ultimate Radius: Six King Pistol.

Both fists clenched tightly as he stepped forward and drove his punch toward Gojo. The motion was clean, decisive, carrying the weight of everything he had.

And then—

Before his fists could even reach, when they were still about a foot away from Gojo—

A devastating shockwave erupted.

The air itself seemed to rupture. The ground behind Gojo didn't just crack—it was violently torn apart. Massive sections of the floor were ripped free, uprooted entirely as if the very foundation had been rejected. Debris lifted, scattered, and slammed outward with explosive force.

The destruction surged outward in a violent burst.

Even without direct contact—

The sheer power of Rob Lucci's attack was undeniable.

And Gojo—

The moment he understood the power behind that attack, his eyes widened.

For the first time since the fight began, there was clear surprise on his face.

He had not expected this.

Not from Rob Lucci.

The shockwave alone—created purely from the fusion of all Six Powers—was monstrously powerful.

So this is what happens when all six are combined…

His Six Eyes sharpened, analyzing everything in an instant.

It felt familiar.

Very familiar.

This… is almost the same.

The realization clicked.

This shockwave was incredibly similar to Armament Haki's External Emission.

These Six Powers… they're definitely something.

His thoughts flowed, calm yet impressed.

Whoever created these techniques… they were a genius.

Iron Body mirrored the defensive nature of Armament Haki.

And this combined attack—

It even carries internal impact…

Not enough to threaten truly powerful fighters.

But still—

These are extremely powerful techniques.

A faint smile appeared on Gojo's face.

This fight had become far more interesting.

Gojo was genuinely impressed.

These moves weren't crude—they had depth, refinement, structure.

And he knew—

He would use them.

Not as they were, but in his own way.

With his swordsmanship. With his Limitless.

He would merge, refine, evolve.

This will be useful.

Very useful.

His gaze shifted back to Rob Lucci.

Lucci stood there, barely holding himself upright. His chest heaved, his body trembling, pushed to its absolute limit.

And yet—

He was still standing.

For a moment, silence lingered.

Then—

Gojo moved.

His hand reached to his left side, gripping the hilt of his sword. With a smooth motion, he unsheathed it. The faint sound of steel echoed through the ruined space.

"You have given your best attack," Gojo said calmly. "Used your best attack."

No mockery.

Only acknowledgment.

"Out of respect for that—"

He adjusted his grip.

"—I am also going to use my best attack."

The air tightened.

"Although," Gojo added, "I doubt that you will be able to defend against this attack…"

A faint smile.

"But still—try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo moved.

His sword was coated in Armament Haki.

The air around the blade distorted slightly, warping under pressure.

External Emission.

Let's see how this compares.

Then—

He swung.

A clean, diagonal slash from top to bottom.

The moment the blade cut through the air, a massive flying slash burst forth, tearing forward with overwhelming force.

The ground split.

Debris shattered.

The air screamed.

Rob Lucci didn't get the chance to react.

The attack struck him head-on.

In an instant, he was sent flying.

And behind him—

Kalifa.

She had remained back, watching, knowing that interfering would only hinder Lucci while he fought at full strength.

But now—

She was caught.

The flying slash engulfed her as well.

The shattered wall behind them was obliterated again.

Stone burst apart.

Both of them were launched outward—thrown into the open void beyond, disappearing from sight. Whether they fell onto the ground or into the massive chasm below, where water roared endlessly downward, was unknown.

Silence followed.

Gojo lowered his blade.

He didn't look back.

Their fate didn't matter.

Gojo's breathing grew heavier.

Each inhale sharp. Each exhale controlled.

He sheathed his sword with a quiet click.

His gaze scanned the ruins before settling on a broken section of wall, raised just enough.

Good enough.

He walked over and sat down, leaning back slightly against the rough stone.

That took more out of me than expected…

He had pushed himself.

Multiple uses of Armament Haki's external emission.

Continuous use of Limitless.

Six Eyes active the entire time.

And before this—

He had already fought Blueno and Kumadori.

Analyzed them.

Stayed active.

No rest.

No proper food.

Barely any recovery.

Given all that—

This exhaustion was natural.

Gojo exhaled slowly, a faint breeze passing through the destroyed Tower, carrying dust and the scent of broken stone.

Yeah… makes sense.

Then—

His stomach reminded him.

A small, tired breath escaped him.

Right now… I need food.

His eyes drifted across the ruined structure.

Broken walls.

Collapsed floors.

Nothing intact.

"…But finding food in this place?"

A faint, dry huff.

Yeah… that's not happening.

Almost impossible.

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