"Damn it..."
Luffy clenched his fists and lay on the ground, his eyes still burning with unyielding rage as he glared fiercely at Xiaolong.
Just moments ago, he had single-handedly crushed the other thirteen Arrancar.
But the explosive power of Nika Sixth Form had consumed all his stamina as though it were burning away his life.
Now, he did not even have the strength to lift a finger.
"If only there were food right now, something to restore my strength..."
Luffy thought resentfully to himself.
As long as he had energy to replenish himself, with his recovery ability, he would be able to stand again before long.
But now...
There was no food, no energy.
In his current condition, all he could do was lie there and wait for death.
Xiaolong slowly walked over.
His crisp gentleman's suit had long since been reduced to tatters, and Teach's wounds still marked his chest.
Yet his steps remained steady and elegant, carrying the calm composure of someone looking down from above.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Every step carried a suffocating pressure as he slowly closed in on the fallen Luffy.
"Slaughter is our instinct. Defeat is the wail of the weak. You are strong, but your strength lies in your potential, not in yourself."
Xiaolong spoke indifferently, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Now, you no longer have the strength to fight."
Slowly, he raised the arm that had already transformed into the claw of a Five-Pincer Insect.
The claw gleamed with an icy chill as it aimed at Luffy's throat.
"End it."
Luffy tried to struggle.
He wanted to raise his hand, unleash his power, dodge.
But his body felt as though it had been filled with lead, too heavy to move.
He could only watch helplessly