The torrential rain poured down, a dense curtain of water extinguishing the widespread fires.
In the distance, the bare, burnt hills and ruined towns gradually became hazy under the veil of rain.
Without a sound, a fog began to rise.
Bullet roared up at the sky, then leaped onto a hilltop.
Immediately, his body rapidly expanded, as if a gluttonous beast was hidden within him. His forehead protruded and changed, his dark pupils became vertical slits, and wisps of cloud patterns appeared on his face.
His front paws transformed into the scaly claws of a giant beast; his powerful palms slammed onto the ground, directly crushing the rocks.
Purple poisonous mist quickly spread, and viscous purple venom from his abdomen splattered onto the ground, causing plants to wither and decay, and earth and stone to rot.
Bullet, transformed into the Yamata no Orochi, stretched out his body like a mountain range. He stood on a high cliff, looking down at Fūgetsu Omusubi and his samurai retainers below.
He let out a violent roar, mixed with Conqueror's Haki, which rapidly spread. Nearly half of the samurai fainted on the spot. Those still standing clutched their ears in discomfort, their necks flushed red, glaring at Bullet.
On the other side of the hill, Abel's body also swelled and changed, directly transforming into a Hellhound over thirty meters tall.
The three-headed demon dog had black wings on its back. Saliva from one head dripped like lava, another roared in fury, freezing the ground and vegetation for tens of meters in front of it.
The middle head was held high, with raging flames burning behind its skull.
"A demon... a monster?!"
The samurai were startled, shocked speechless by the world-subversioning scene before them. They stared wide-eyed at the two monsters, their foreheads covered in what could have been cold sweat or rainwater.
Wano Country was rife with tales of yokai. For instance, the Yamata no Orochi, which Bullet had transformed into, was a famous great demon in Wano Country's ancient texts, a great yokai that walked among humans, bringing disaster!
The samurai's faces were filled with terror. The unknown and the man-eating monsters from childhood stories, used by elders to scare naughty children into going to bed early, seemed to have stepped from fantasy into reality, filling their hearts with boundless fear.
Fūgetsu Omusubi, Amatsuki Tenpura, and Hana no Hyogoro saw these great yokai, so similar to those in storybooks, and their hearts skipped a beat, their scalps tingling.
But they quickly calmed down.
Regardless of the demonic arts used by the person before them, great yokai symbolized disaster and destruction, and their appearance in Wano Country was highly unusual.
If they, as Daimyo, did not step forward to slay the great demons, then this homeland they relied on for survival would be destroyed in an instant!
"I'll take on the one with eight heads!"
Fūgetsu Omusubi narrowed his eyes, raindrops sliding down his cheeks, his face filled with determination.
Amatsuki Tenpura stared intently at Abel: "Then I'll deal with this three-headed monster!"
Hana no Hyogoro's gaze fell upon Redfield, but suddenly a man blocked Redfield's path.
Hanafuda looked at Hana no Hyogoro, this burly samurai with blue, flame-like hair, with a playful expression.
"I'll be your opponent."
Without a word, Hanafuda immediately transformed into his Haoshoku human-beast form. His five-meter-plus body was covered in light green spikes, his spine bristled with dense barbs, and his golden pupils, like a venomous snake, fixed on Hana no Hyogoro.
Hanafuda held a black scythe in one hand and a chain hammer in the other, his bulging muscles radiating explosive power.
Bullet vs. Fūgetsu Omusubi.
Abel vs. Amatsuki Tenpura.
Hanafuda vs. Hana no Hyogoro.
"Insignificant insects, let me show you the power of a Mythical Zoan!!"
Bullet roared, the bellow from his three-hundred-meter body no less than hundreds of kilograms of explosives detonating violently, making the entire valley hum.
The terrifying sound waves even twisted and deformed the surrounding trees, and many people directly collapsed to the ground, vomiting in discomfort.
Swish!!!
Bullet's sword-like tail suddenly lashed out vertically, and a terrifying hundred-meter-long slash directly tore through the earth, cutting down Fūgetsu Omusubi with destructive force, easily slicing through rocks and trees in its path.
"So fast!!"
Fūgetsu Omusubi was startled and hastily drew his sword to block.
But the slash was incredibly overbearing, seemingly possessing immense power. The moment he blocked it, it was like facing a surging flood, unstoppable!
He was forcefully pushed back several hundred meters by this slash, until he crashed into the base of a hill!
Boom!!!
The slash cleanly cut the hill diagonally in half. The upper part of the hill slid down along the cut, the ground trembled, and dust flew everywhere.
A deep trench, nearly a thousand meters long, appeared on the earth, dark and bottomless!
The samurai's eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Redfield gave Bullet an approving look.
Bullet had great talent in both martial arts and swordsmanship. Redfield was truly surprised that he could imitate Redfield's swordsmanship to such an extent after only briefly observing it a few times.
At the base of the hill, in front of the pile of rubble, a dazzling sword light erupted from beneath the stones. With a loud boom, the rubble exploded, and Fūgetsu Omusubi walked out, his face ashen.
He looked extremely disheveled, covered in dust, his bound hair loose, and half of his sleeve missing.
"You're the first to withstand this move without injury. As expected of a Wano Country samurai, but... can you withstand the next slashes?!"
Bullet let out a chilling laugh, his voice like ten thousand years of ice. The next instant, Bullet swung his sword-like tail!
Sweep, slash, chop, whip, stab!
In an instant, over a dozen slashes, each hundreds of meters long, were casually unleashed as if they cost nothing, the sound of them tearing through the air like wind chimes, covering the sky and earth as they bore down on Fūgetsu Omusubi.
Fūgetsu Omusubi was startled. Slashing required the unity of spirit, energy, and mind, and also consumed mental and physical strength.
Yet Bullet swung so casually, as if his arm were an extension of his will. This was completely unlike what a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy should be able to do!
But Fūgetsu Omusubi had no time to think. His heart sank, and he decisively used his family's secret technique. His speed suddenly increased, like a sudden storm, as he nimbly and dangerously weaved and dodged among the dense slashes.
His figure flickered many times, similar to the Six Styles' Soru, but he could leave behind multiple afterimages, narrowly avoiding the impenetrable slashes.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Bullet's eight heads, swinging his long katana to strike at one of them.
But at that moment, Bullet smiled triumphantly. The poisonous mist surrounding his body rapidly spun like a spiritual snake. The mist and liquid became increasingly viscous, and in an instant, several sticky purple poisonous snakes flew out, opening their gaping mouths to bite Fūgetsu Omusubi.
Those were, of course, not real poisonous snakes, but highly toxic substances formed by the fusion of the poisonous mist and liquid released from Bullet's entire body!
Fūgetsu Omusubi's expression changed. His descending long katana immediately changed to a diagonal slash, cutting the poisonous snakes in half with a single stroke.
At the same time, a huge snake head violently crashed into Fūgetsu Omusubi. Fūgetsu Omusubi felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, his chest churning with discomfort, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He was sent flying a hundred meters, his feet plowing a furrow in the ground before he finally stopped.