"Mochi Crush!"
Katakuri clenched his right hand, and the cage imprisoning Longinus suddenly compressed and crushed inward, seemingly grinding him into a bloody pulp in an instant.
Yet Katakuri showed no joy at having slain his enemy. Instead, his expression changed drastically as he fled backward, because not a trace of blood or gore seeped from the mochi that should have been splattered with flesh.
Damn it! When did he escape? Katakuri cursed inwardly. He had always been the one suppressing others with Observation Haki, but now it was finally his turn to taste the misery of having his senses overwhelmed.
The instant Katakuri dodged, a small figure slammed into his lower abdomen like a cannonball. It felt as though an ancient tyrannosaur had repeatedly crushed him beneath its body; tidal waves of pain swept through him in an instant. Yet Katakuri did not cry out. He endured the agony, raised his right hand, and sent the small figure flying with a punch.
Katakuri's face had gone pale. Even through the scarf over his nose, he could smell the sweet, bloody scent of the blood he had spat out. Looking at the body opposite him as it gradually returned to normal, he said with certainty, "So you compressed your body to the limit, then used your smaller, lighter form to push your speed to the limit as well. That was how you escaped my crushing range in an instant. It seems the Navy's Rokushiki truly deserves its reputation as Martial Arts that surpass the limits of human physical ability."
"You weren't bad either. At that moment, you still managed to switch between liquefying and solidifying your body and trap me. That punch really hurt!" Longinus said after returning to his original size, calming the surging blood and energy within him