Tap, tap, tap…
The vast grassland was shrouded in a heavy silence.
Everyone's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.
Steady footsteps echoed from the distance, drawing everyone's attention.
Daikoku, with his wild pink lion-like hair and horned helmet, scowled and was the first to shout:
"Who are you?!"
All eyes turned toward the approaching figure.
A man with a wine gourd in hand—an unexpected intruder.
But Luo Yu paid them no mind. He took a sip of his drink and walked straight toward Kozuki Hiyori.
"Excuse me, which way is the Flower Capital?"
After parting ways with Ashura Doji and the others, Luo Yu realized he didn't have a map of Wano.
He had planned to double back and ask, but instead stumbled into this farce.
Seeing how he completely ignored them, the Oniwabanshu's faces darkened.
Daikoku pulled out his massive spiked mace and roared:
"Stop right there! You dare ignore the Oniwabanshu in Wano? You must be tired of living!"
"You've seen what you shouldn't have. That's your bad luck!"
"My bad luck?"
Luo Yu turned to Daikoku, took another sip, and said calmly:
"Sorry, I think you've got that backwards."
"Backwards?"
Daikoku's face twisted in anger.
"Then let's see what I got wrong!"
"Take him down! Leave him half-dead!"
"Yes, sir!"
Seven or eight ninja vanished like ghosts.
They reappeared ten meters from Luo Yu, forming a circle and launching a coordinated strike.
Their blades gleamed as they slashed through the air, aiming straight for him.
Hiyori's expression shifted.
Tenguyama Hitetsu and Otama had already put her in a dilemma.
Now this reckless stranger had shown up.
If he were one of Orochi or Kaido's men, she'd gladly let him die.
But if he was taken down easily, it would be even harder to create an opening for Otama and Hitetsu to escape.
Seeing Luo Yu still unmoved, Hiyori couldn't help but shout:
"Watch out!"
The Oniwabanshu were stunned.
Why would Orochi's favorite courtesan suddenly warn a stranger?
But the attack was already in motion.
They wouldn't waste this perfect chance to kill.
CLANG!
A sharp metallic clash rang out.
Sparks flew.
Everyone's pupils shrank.
Five ninja blades, just inches from Luo Yu, were stopped cold by a golden barrier.
Luo Yu stood calmly in the center, still sipping from his gourd.
Everyone's face changed.
This man was no ordinary person.
Daikoku's instincts screamed.
But as a member of the Oniwabanshu, retreat wasn't an option.
He hefted his massive mace and charged.
Despite his size, he moved with shocking speed.
In just a few breaths, he closed the distance.
By the time Hiyori could react, Daikoku's mace had already slammed down on Luo Yu's shoulder.
BOOM!
A deep thud echoed as a powerful shockwave burst outward.
Even the ground cracked under the force.
The ninja cheered—surely Daikoku's strike had crushed the stranger.
But then—
He blocked it.
Luo Yu stood exactly as before, unmoved.
The golden light around him shimmered, unbroken.
Not a single crack.
The sight made everyone's blood run cold.
"Everyone, attack! I don't believe he has no weaknesses!"
Daikoku leapt back, gripping his mace.
The dozens of ninja behind him understood instantly.
They would overwhelm him with numbers and force him to reveal an opening.
Like a swarm of locusts, they rushed in from all directions.
Tenguyama Hitetsu panicked.
"Young man, don't worry—I'll help you!"
"No need."
Luo Yu took another sip and calmly looked up at the incoming attackers.
For the first time, he moved.
He raised his left index finger slightly.
Everyone froze.
Was this a joke?
But then—the air itself seemed to stop.
The moment the ninja stepped within ten meters of Luo Yu—
Their faces twisted in agony.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
Dozens of blood jets burst like fireworks.
The ninja were shredded as if by invisible blades.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Limbs and bodies flew.
It was a massacre.
Death itself had descended.
Tenguyama Hitetsu, who had been about to help, felt a chill down his spine.
His legs went weak.
He was suddenly grateful.
Grateful he had listened and stayed back.
Otherwise, he might've been among the dead.
Only now did they understand Luo Yu's earlier words.
Who's the unlucky one?
If you run into him—you're the unlucky one.
Run!
Daikoku snapped out of it.
Faced with such terrifying power, he didn't hesitate.
He turned and fled.
He knew—if Hiyori was here, Orochi's convoy couldn't be far.
If he could regroup with the rest of the Oniwabanshu, maybe—just maybe—they could take this monster down.