BOOM!
The cracked Thousand-Armed Kannon shattered like a mirror.
Nekomamushi and Inuarashi's combined strike finally broke through, the residual force still barreling toward Luo Yu.
But at that very moment, both kings noticed something—they saw Luo Yu's eyes had fully transformed.
Crimson blood-red irises, etched with mysterious patterns, bloomed like ephemeral flowers.
An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted to its peak.
Blood-red energy surged forth like a breached dam.
BOOM!
The charging Nekomamushi and Inuarashi were instantly struck by the force.
The overwhelming power crashed into them like a tidal wave.
Before they could react, it felt as if they'd been hit head-on by Zunesha itself.
Their ultimate attack, unleashed at full strength, was shattered in an instant.
Their bodies were flung backward like rag dolls.
They slammed into a massive plaza statue hundreds of meters away.
The impact shattered the statue, and blood sprayed from their mouths.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.
Pedro and the other Minks, who had been filled with excitement and anticipation, were left dumbfounded.
Their nerves froze, as if they'd seen a ghost.
They failed.
This was the kings' strongest strike.
Just moments ago, Pedro had called it the ultimate move that could force back a Navy Admiral.
And now, in front of everyone, it had fizzled out.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.
Whether it was Pedro and the Minks or the battered Nekomamushi and Inuarashi embedded in the rubble—even Fujitora and the others couldn't help but look up.
Where the shattered Kannon had stood, a new figure now loomed.
A towering, blood-red armored form, over ten meters tall.
Its crimson eyes glowed like death itself, radiating a chilling aura.
Yes—
This was the reward Luo Yu had drawn from the Platinum Chest: one of the most powerful ocular techniques from the NARUTO world—
Susanoo.
Not only the ultimate defense—but also the ultimate offense.
The form Luo Yu now wielded was the third stage of Susanoo: fully manifested upper body, armored in the form of the Crow Tengu.
Its defense had reached an extreme.
Its aura surged like a boundless sea.
And its sheer size added an oppressive weight to the air—like death itself had come to collect.
Many present couldn't help but swallow hard.
Even Aramaki, standing beside Fujitora, lost all trace of his usual bravado.
He had always believed Luo Yu's slash at Sabaody was his strongest move.
He thought he'd only lost because he'd been caught off guard.
But now, staring at this mountain-like figure—
His confidence evaporated.
"Heh… Looks like little Luo Yu's pulled out another shocking power. I'd really like to know what that is," Fujitora said with a smile, rolling his eyes upward.
"Oh right—Aramaki, didn't you say you wanted a rematch with Luo Yu?"
"There's still time before clock-out. If you say it now, you might just make it."
"Now?" Aramaki blinked, staring at the towering figure ahead. His cheek twitched.
"Fujitora, you're hilarious. I'm already on the ship—what's the point of bringing that up?"
"That guy's holding a ten-meter greatsword. Don't lump my jokes in with that thing."
Ten-meter greatsword?
Fujitora raised his head slightly, activating his Observation Haki to the limit.
His expression changed instantly.
Within the Susanoo, Luo Yu's right hand pulled back.
SHING!
A massive blade of pure energy bloomed in the air.
Jet-black Armament Haki surged along its edge.
At the same time, the dark grimoire hidden beneath Luo Yu's cloak flipped open, releasing a torrent of dark magic like a bursting dam.
Crackling energy exploded like firecrackers.
As the three forces merged into one, the air finally stilled.
But the atmosphere itself seemed to freeze.
A suffocating sense of death filled the sky.
Everyone present felt a sudden, unbearable pressure.
Their very cells screamed in alarm.
Their instincts told them—this strike must not be taken.
To try… would mean certain death.
All eyes turned to Luo Yu.
He now felt like a vortex of annihilation.
Nekomamushi and Inuarashi, just regaining their footing in the rubble, were frozen stiff.
Their muscles locked.
Their cells trembled.
As if even the slightest movement would trigger their demise.
Staring at the towering figure and its ravenous greatsword—
They finally understood.
It wasn't that they had caught Luo Yu off guard.
They had been spared.
That overwhelming aura—just from standing there—was beyond anything they could match.
Could they really survive this next strike?
"Alright. My turn."
Inside the Susanoo, Luo Yu raised his wine gourd and took a sip.
He looked at Nekomamushi and Inuarashi.
That single glance made their fur stand on end.
They had once been proud of their thick coats in Sulong form.
Now it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on their heads.
They looked up at the Susanoo.
The massive greatsword finally moved.
The air and even space itself seemed to twist.
Pedro, Wanda, and the others snapped out of their daze.
They turned to the kings, desperate to see what they would do.
And then—
The two kings, who had moments ago looked ready to die with honor, shouted in unison:
"Run! Run now! Don't even think about taking that hit! We have to stay alive to avenge Lord Oden!!"