Boom!
Countless thick, black-red tentacles, like a contracting giant net, instantly squeezed out all the air within a hundred-meter radius.
The figure of [Deadpool] had already vanished.
Replacing it was a spherical storm composed of tentacles, sharp blades, and churning flesh.
This move was known as "Tendril Barrage" in Prototype, but after Bai Yu's modifications and the addition of Armament Haki, the destructive power displayed at this moment had long surpassed the original version.
"Is this your final word?"
[Abel] stood in the center of the storm, his expression still as cold as ice.
He did not dodge.
Or rather, in this space locked down by tentacles, there was nowhere to hide.
He merely raised his left hand slowly.
The void trembled.
A giant tower shield, pitch-black as ink and engraved with eerie runes on its surface, appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The shield slammed heavily onto the ice.
Clang—!!!
The tentacles, capable of piercing steel, bombarded the tower shield like a rainstorm.
The dense sounds of impact merged into one, sounding as if a thousand pile drivers were roaring in one's ears simultaneously.
Sparks flew, illuminating the ice field with flickering light.
On the warship in the distance.
Smoker bit down on his cigar, his smoke-wreathed face full of gravity.
"This density of attack... if it were an ordinary Vice Admiral, they would probably be pierced into a sieve in an instant."
Vergo stood beside him, veins bulging on the back of the hand holding his bamboo pole.
He watched the wildly dancing tentacles, a trace of imperceptible greed and wariness flashing deep in his eyes.
Is this the power the Young Master wants?
This kind of pure killing weapon...
Countless black-red tentacles, capable of piercing warship armor, did not bounce off upon striking the shield's surface.
They exploded.
It was as if thousands of balloons filled with strong acid and high-explosive gunpowder were squeezed and burst simultaneously.
Puchi—!
The tentacles, originally as hard as iron, instantly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of thick, black-red liquid, which sprayed wildly in all directions with this as the center.
"Oh no!"
Kuzan, who had been watching from the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, saw his expression change drastically.
The black liquid that had splashed out landed on the ice, emitting a teeth-aching "hissing" sound.
The hard, ten-thousand-year-old ice was instantly corroded through, just like butter on a hot pan.
What was even more fatal was that large masses of black liquid were using the reaction force of the impact, like a foul-smelling rainstorm, to pour down on the Marine formation behind.
"Retreat quickly!!!"
Kuzan shouted explosively.
He abruptly pulled out his hands, cold air compressing crazily in his palms.
Most of the liquid was frozen into black ice shards, clattering onto the ground.
But there were still fish that slipped through the net.
A dozen drops of black viscous liquid penetrated the not-yet-fully-formed ice wall and fell into the panicked Marine crowd.
"Ah! What is this ghost thing!"
A young Marine Lieutenant slapped his shoulder in terror.
A drop of black liquid the size of a fingernail had landed there.
"Don't touch it!"
Smoker roared and rushed over.
The mutation occurred.
That drop of liquid was like a parasite with life; the moment it touched the military uniform, it burrowed inside.
"So hot! So itchy! Help! Colonel Smoker, save..."
The Lieutenant's screams came to an abrupt end.
His pupils dilated in an instant, and the originally brown whites of his eyes were instantly filled with ink-like blackness.
Crack! Crack!
Hair-raising bone-popping sounds emanated from within his body.
Under the horrified gaze of the surrounding comrades, the Lieutenant's body began to swell violently like an inflated balloon.
The military uniform was ripped apart.
The originally fair skin turned a sickly, dead gray, and thick blood vessels bulged like earthworms, writhing crazily on his body surface.
"Ron? What's wrong, Ron?!"
A Marine soldier beside him subconsciously wanted to help him.
Roar—!!!
The monster called "Ron" turned his head abruptly.
His jawbone had split open, his mouth tearing to the roots of his ears, revealing two rows of staggered, shark-like fangs.
This was a brand-new mutant born after the blacklight virus fused with monster cells—Bone-Spike Glutton.
Puchi!
Blood splattered.
The Marine soldier who wanted to support him had half his shoulder and his neck bitten off directly.
"Delicious... energy... more..."
Ron, who had turned into a zombie, hissed incoherently, chewing on his comrade's flesh in his mouth.
As the flesh went down, the muscle fibers on his body surged again, and bone spikes pierced through his skin, drilling out from his elbows and knees.
"Damn it! Wake up!"
Smoker's eyes were splitting with rage, and his Jitte slammed fiercely towards the monster's head.
Bang!
The powerful, heavy blow was actually caught by the monster with one hand.
Although the monster's arm bones were smashed, those black muscle fibers instantly wrapped around, and the broken bones were forcibly reconnected within two seconds.
"This is... infection?"
Vergo, not far away, pushed up his sunglasses, a trace of fanaticism flashing in his eyes behind the lenses.
Too fast.
From contact to mutation, and then to forming combat capability, it actually took less than five seconds?
And this increase in power...
That Lieutenant's original Doriki was no more than fifty; now it had at least increased tenfold!
Puchi!
A dull sound of flesh being pierced seemed particularly jarring on this chaotic deck.
Smoker's figure, which had turned into smoke and was rushing toward the mutant Lieutenant Ron, stopped abruptly in mid-air.
He widened his eyes, his pupils shrinking violently.
In front of him, the monster Ron, who had just completed the mutation and was covered in jagged bone spikes, had actually extended a finger as black as ink.
That finger had precisely pierced the throat of a Marine soldier attempting to sneak attack him.
This is the Marine Six Powers!
"How is this possible..."
Smoker bit down hard on his cigar, almost biting off the tip.
The Marine soldier whose throat had been pierced clutched his neck, letting out a bellows-like wheezing sound, and his body collapsed limply.
But only three seconds passed.
The corpse began to twitch violently.
The dead eyes refocused, only this time, the whites of the eyes were swallowed by pitch-black ink.
Roar!
The newly born zombie let out a roar, backhanded grabbed another companion nearby who was scared silly, and bit down on the other person's carotid artery.
"Fire! Fire quickly!"
"Monster! Don't come over!"
Bang bang bang!
Dense gunfire exploded all over the deck.
Panic was like a plague, spreading faster than the virus.
However, a scene that made everyone despair occurred.
Facing the dense rain of bullets, the mutant Lieutenant Ron did not resist head-on like an ordinary zombie.
His body twisted eerily, like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind.
Bullets flew past his bone spikes, with only a few hitting insignificant parts.
Six Powers—Paper Art!
"Damn it! He's dodging bullets!"
"This monster still remembers combat techniques!"
Amidst desperate shouts, Ron's figure suddenly disappeared.
Only a shattered afterimage remained on the deck.
Six Powers—Shave!
The next second, he appeared behind the machine gunner.
The claw covered in barbs, like cutting tofu, severed both the heavy machine gun barrel and the upper body of the operator.
Blood gushed like a fountain.
This scalding blood splattered onto the faces and bodies of the surrounding Marine soldiers.
"Ahhh! Blood! Blood got into my mouth!"
"Help! I don't want to die!"
Chaos broke out completely.