Chương 1955: Battle of the North Sea (99)

He was covered in blood, with a streak of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained sharp and fierce, like a wounded beast.

In contrast, Huang Mu appeared remarkably calm and composed.

His clothes were neat and tidy, without even a single wrinkle, giving him an air of otherworldly refinement and detachment from worldly affairs.

The scene before them drew the attention of the five elders sitting on the viewing platform.

Saint Satan broke the deadlock first. He glanced at the other four elders beside him and said slowly, "What are your thoughts on this competition? Who will be the final winner?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man named Nasshoulang Sheng eagerly replied, "In my opinion, Huangmu seems to have a higher chance of winning!"

His tone was firm, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the match.

Maz Saint nodded in agreement with Nassulang Saint's point of view, and continued, "That's right. Compared to Aramaki, Lucci faces enormous pressure. He not only has to deal with two opponents at the same time, but even if he manages to defeat them, he will probably be seriously injured. Aramaki, on the other hand, can easily win by going all out without suffering much damage. It seems that the outcome is already clear."

At this moment, Saint Vochuli, who had been silent until now, suddenly interjected: "But didn't we agree beforehand that Lucci would take over as Admiral? If Aramaki wins this competition, wouldn't we be breaking our promise?"

These words struck everyone like a heavy blow, instantly making the already tense atmosphere even more somber.

The crowd looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to speak.

Because they knew in their hearts that although everyone had high hopes for Rob Lucci, he was clearly at a disadvantage in the current situation.

On the contrary, Huangmu was in high spirits and had the upper hand.

This situation put the five elderly people in a dilemma, leaving them quite conflicted.

Ultimately, Aramu was just a latecomer. Although he was exceptionally strong, he was not as trustworthy as Rob Lucci, who was born and raised in the area and was loyal to the people.

The atmosphere in the arena was extremely tense, as if even the air itself had frozen.

Rob Lucci and Aramu stood facing each other like two mountains, exuding an invisible pressure between them.

Aramu's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a disdainful smile, and he stared at Lucci with a provocative look in his eyes.

Despite Huang Mu's arrogant and domineering attitude, Lu Qi maintained a solemn and dignified expression, his face as expressionless as a statue. Only his clenched fists revealed the vigilance deep within his heart.

"Young man, you certainly have some skill! However... I really can't bear to part with this Zoan-type Mythical Zoan fruit!"

Huang Mu deliberately pretended to be in a dilemma and hesitant.

Rob Lucci was clearly annoyed by Aramu's pretentious act and had no desire to waste any more words arguing with him. He simply assumed a standard fighting stance, ready to fight: "Enough talk! Let's settle this with our strength today!"

Upon hearing this, Aramu was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, a hint of wickedness in his voice: "Hahahaha, truly living up to your reputation! The legendary CP9's once-in-a-century genius? It's just a pity... how much of your true strength do you still possess now?"

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Mu's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Just as everyone was in astonishment, in the blink of an eye, Aramu had already teleported above Rob Lucci, and raised his arms high to gather all his strength in his palms. Then, an extremely powerful Armament Haki quickly wrapped around and enveloped his entire fists.

In an instant, the fierce and unparalleled fist wind howled in like a storm, bringing with it a series of ear-piercing sounds of air being torn apart.

In the blink of an eye, seeing the fatal blow about to strike, Rob Lucci dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately used his Observation Haki, which he was skilled in, and focused his attention on locking onto Aramaki's every move in order to prevent any unforeseen events.

Therefore, when Aragaki appeared in front of him like a ghost in an instant, Rob Lucci responded almost simultaneously.

He quickly raised his elbows and crossed them in front of his chest, tightly protecting his vital parts.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang was heard as Huang Mu's fist, as fierce and powerful as an iron hammer, slammed into Rob Lucci's forearm.

The immense impact caused Rob Lucci to stagger backward, taking three or four steps before regaining his footing.

His feet carved two deep furrows into the hard fighting arena, making the earth tremble.

"Hmm!"

With a low groan, Rob Lucci realized that the person standing opposite him was no ordinary person; his strength far surpassed that of the other two he had faced before! Thinking of this, Rob Lucci gritted his teeth inwardly, but dared not show the slightest carelessness on his face. Instead, he focused intently and prepared for battle.

After his first attack failed, Aramaki did not give up. Instead, he launched another attack without hesitation, rushing straight at Rob Lucci with lightning speed.

Clearly, he gave his opponent absolutely no chance to breathe or retaliate.

In an instant, the air was filled with the whistling of punches and the flying of kicks, as all sorts of sharp and tricky moves came out one after another, continuously bombarding Rob Lucci's body.

Faced with such a fierce and relentless attack, Rob Lucci did not back down and launched a full-scale defense.

At this moment, he not only raised his defense to its limit, but also unleashed the ultimate technique from the Six Styles of the Navy—Iron Body.

In an instant, a faint golden light emanated from his body, making him appear like an indestructible war god descending upon the world.

"Damn, your physique is truly freakish!"

As Huang Mu fought, he became increasingly terrified. His eyes widened as he stared at his opponent in disbelief.

The opponent's body was as hard as steel, and it stood firm no matter how fierce the attack, without even the slightest sway.

At this moment, Huang Mu secretly groaned inwardly.

But things have come to this point, and retreating is clearly futile; only by going all out can they possibly defeat this formidable enemy.

So, Aramaki gritted his teeth, used all his strength, gathered all the power in his body into his right fist, and raised his Armament Haki to its peak.