Sure enough.
Facing Nahashu's violent water-flow slash,
Dalmatian did not move his feet in the slightest.
He merely calmly raised his pitch-black right hand coated in Armament Haki.
His index finger and thumb casually reached forward.
"Crack—"
That water-flow sword light, capable of cutting through gold and jade and containing the realm of a Great Swordsman,
was precisely pinched between Dalmatian's fingertips in full view of everyone.
No matter how frantically the water surged, it was like crashing into an immovable mountain, unable to advance even an inch.
The pitch-black Haki and blue-glowing water violently clashed, producing an ear-grating scraping sound.
Until the impassive Dalmatian slightly exerted force with his five fingers.
[Crack!]
A crisp sound like shattering glass rang out.
The incredibly condensed water-flow slash was actually crushed apart by the sheer strength of his fingers.
It instantly burst into disorderly splashes that pattered down across the entire arena.
"Your technique is acceptable. Your strength is too weak," Dalmatian coldly commented.
As soon as he spoke,
an aura several times more terrifying than before erupted from his body.
Dalmatian's muscles began to swell violently as though inflated.
Fortunately, the fabric of his clothes was almost maximally elastic, so they did not tear apart again.
His head swiftly took on the features of a Dalmatian, his snout lengthening, sharp fangs exposed, and ears becoming pointed.
His body expanded to nearly five meters tall.
A tangible dark-red aura and pitch-black Flame Clouds ribbons swirled around him.
Savage, ferocious, and filled with the oppressive force of absolute power.
Like a tsunami, it formed a mental pressure that swept through the entire dueling arena.
Nahashu immediately felt his breathing hitch, murmuring inwardly, "A Zoan awakening."
[Whoosh!]
Dalmatian suddenly moved, his massive figure instantly blurring.
"So fast—"
His speed somewhat exceeded the range of