Hundred Shadow Moria
Yamato, wielding his Spiked Club, dashed off like the wind.
"Ice Sever!"
With a surge of freezing air, the Spiked Club suddenly swept across the sky, instantly freezing all the shadow bats that Moria had launched.
Hehehehe!
But Moria didn't take it seriously at all; instead, he chuckled softly, "Foolish girl! You think you can freeze your shadow?"
Almost simultaneously, the frozen shadow bats melted, seeping out from the ice and gathering in mid-air, sweeping towards Yamato like a giant curtain.
"Oh! What an interesting move!"
Yamato was genuinely amazed.
The Shadow-Shadow Fruit's greatest strength lies in the fact that Moria controls shadows, which are intangible and formless, rendering conventional attacks completely ineffective against him.
"Shadow Box!"
Moria roared, his right hand suddenly clenching, and the shadow that had spread out like a curtain instantly closed, directly trapping Yamato inside like a box.
"Hehehehe! Die! You stupid girl, Kaido!"
Moria laughed triumphantly.
Sirius unmoved, simply watching quietly.
"Are you sure there won't be any problems?" Maria asked worriedly. "Our opponent is Shichibukai, after all."
"What are the Shichibukai?" Jack sneered. "That guy couldn't even scratch Yamato."
Sirius smiled.
Although Jack's best friend's words sounded hurtful, it seemed to be the truth.
Having barely moved for over a decade, transforming himself from a muscular burly man into a fat couch potato, how could Moria, who had already reached the Yamato of top-tier combat power?
Instead of focusing on the battle between Moria and Yamato, it might be better to focus on the battle between Hiyori and Ryoma; at least that might not be so one-sided.
"Hiyori's One Sword Style -Butoh."
Hiyori's slender figure seemed like a phantom at that moment.
She was dancing, with incredibly graceful movements. The arc of light from the Nidai Kitetsu seemed to encircle her like ribbons, softening the sharp slashes and giving them a captivating and strange charm.
"Hehehe, what interesting swordsmanship!"
Zombie Ryoma smiled and praised.
Then, he was completely powerless to fight back.
It was very easy for Hiyori to open one wound after another on his body.
"It's really frustrating,"
Ryoma shook his head regretfully, "With this body and this soul, I can't even have a proper fight with you now."
He lived hundreds of years ago. Although his body had been preserved after death, the decay brought about by time was irreversible, not to mention that the soul currently encased in his body still belonged to Brook.
Ryoma, who couldn't even use his swordsmanship in life, was nothing more than a corpse bearing the name of a dragon-slaying samurai.
"Let me free you, Ryoma- senpai."
Hiyori sighed.
Ryoma was a hero of Wano Country; he should not suffer such humiliation even after his death.
"You are your father's idol, so let's end this with your father's methods."
Hiyori drew her second sword from her waist, and a dark, domineering Haki instantly enveloped both swords, causing an invisible wave to spread.
"Oh? Two-Blade Style?" Ryoma chuckled. "How interesting."
He shot forward, then thrust.
"Oden Two-Blade Style - Peach Blossom White Waterfall!"
Call--
A majestic wind swept by.
Ryoma slowly stopped walking; he simply stood there quietly.
Then he laughed and said, "That's really interesting swordsmanship. If I could, I'd love to have a good match with you."
Immediately afterwards, his body split open, and he collapsed. From the crack, a black shadow seemed to leap about, as if wanting to return to its master.
"I'm entrusting this to you, little girl."
With a final, forceful flick, Ryoma sent the Black Blade Shusui spinning towards him.
Hiyori and grasped the treasured sword of Wano Country, letting out a soft sigh.
The outcome is decided.
The shadow flew out of Ryoma's body, circled in the air for a moment, and then flew off in a certain direction.
Almost simultaneously, a hand suddenly emerged from the sealed Shadow Box.
Then, with a forceful flick, the Shadow Box shattered, Yamato emerged unharmed.
"What a weak attack."
Yamato some disappointment, "We couldn't even break through Mirror Mountain."
Cracks were appearing on her body, the cracks growing larger and larger until she shattered completely. She covered her body with a layer of ice as a defense; this was the Mirror Mountain she spoke of.
Feeling insulted, Moria immediately flew into a rage, yelling, "Don't you dare be so smug, you little brat!! Shadow Horn Spear!"
The shadows scattered by Yamato reassembled and burst forth from the ground, Moria intending to pierce Yamato directly through.
Yamato pursed his lips. "If I had to say, it would be 'white-haired girl,' wouldn't it?"
Is that the problem?
Sirius's lips twitched.
Yamato stamped his feet.
The shadow spear was crushed to pieces, causing the ground to crack and the earth to tremble.
"Wh-what?"
Moria's eyes widened. What kind of power was this?
"I really don't understand you."
Yamato some confusion, "If you're going to be enemies with Father, then why are you causing trouble for us? We're bound to fight Father someday anyway."
If you want to reach the Final Island, then the stone in Kaido's hand is essential.
"Stop talking nonsense!!"
Moria's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything. "Shadow Warrior!"
The shadows that Yamato had trampled apart reassembled, then formed a shadow resembling Moria and slapped Yamato across the face.
"What good would this kind of attack do?"
Yamato muttered something and casually smashed the shadow to pieces with his stick.
Moria's shadow is indeed indestructible no matter how you fight it, but the power it can unleash is still too weak.
The shadows coalesced again, transforming into Moria's likeness, who roared, "Die!"
The enormous scissors in his hand cleaved down from mid-air.
Although he has become a complete couch potato over the years, in his rage, this strike still showed some of the prowess of the heroes of the West Blue in his prime.
But.
"Horse Phantom Blade".
Freezing air filled the air Yamato brandished his Spiked Club.
Click.
Moria's Spiked Club was instantly frozen and then shattered. Moria himself was covered in frost and sent flying, rolling on the ground for a while before finally crashing into a broken wall.
You can't beat me.
Yamato shook his head helplessly.
This was a very boring battle.
"What have you done to Lord Moria?!"
A sharp sound came from the sky.
Yamato looked up and saw a little pink-haired girl floating in the sky.
She was staring at him with wide, round eyes, saying, "I will never forgive anyone who hurt Lord Moria!"
The little girl flicked her hands, "Negihi Ghost!"
Two round-headed ghosts drifted out and headed straight Yamato.
"Huh? This again?"
Yamato was horrified. Wasn't this the very thing that had just given her a lifetime of shame?
"Be quiet."
Sirius frowned, and an invisible aura roared out as a storm, swallowing the little girl in the sky.
It's Yamato's turn to fight now.
The little girl's eyes rolled back instantly, and she fainted.
She was not yet able to handle the emperor's imposing presence.
Then, immediately afterward, her body and the ghost vanished.
Sirius knew that this meant her powers had been deactivated.
"Perona! What have you done?!"
Ahead, Moria, half-frozen, struggled to his feet, roaring, "Are you going to hurt my companions again?"
Sirius's lips twitched slightly. Why are we being treated like the bad guys?
Didn't you start the trouble first?
"Shadows! All of you, come here!!"
Almost instantly, all the zombies that Luo had cut down began to convulse, then involuntarily opened their mouths, and dark shadows soared into the sky.
Shadows flew into the sky and then hovered in mid-air.
Moria opened his mouth wide as hundreds of shadows descended from the sky and poured directly into it.
Then, the ice on his body began to break, and Moria's body visibly swelled up.
Moria, whose physique was already astonishing, continued to grow taller.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters!
His size already surpasses that of the Giant Tribe.
"Oooooo!!"
Roaring, he slapped Yamato across the face.