The effects of force were mutual.
Though in some worlds, and for some beings, this principle could hardly still be considered truth.
It still applied to Shinnō and Crocodile.
After a direct clash, they inevitably recoiled and separated under the force of the backlash.
"Not bad strength."
Crocodile could feel a slight numbness in his arm.
It seemed he had indeed underestimated the Shinobi World before.
"There's no mistake. His attacks contain the power of a demon, as well as the rules within these grains of sand. Withering?"
After hearing Hollow's words within him, Shinnō looked at the shriveled wound on the back of his right hand, sliced open yet completely bloodless, and immediately shouted a question at Crocodile.
"Just who are you? Is there a demon inside you too?!"
"Huh?"
This made Crocodile, who was about to attack again, pause.
Was there a demon inside him too?
That was a rather strange question.
How did this guy know his power came from a Devil Fruit?
Could it be...
"Hey, hey, hey, no way. You monster, are you saying this form of yours came from a Devil Fruit ability? Is it a Mythical Zoan?"
Crocodile stared at the black-winged demon in astonishment.
"Devil Fruit ability."
Shinnō and Hollow were left speechless upon hearing that. But that did not mean they fell completely silent.
The two sides were rapidly communicating within the spiritual realm.
"Could that demon have possessed him by transforming into some kind of fruit and then being eaten by him?"
Hollow guessed.
"If that's the case, then it's either some weirdo with bad taste, or it had no choice but to do so for some reason."
Shinnō hurriedly asked, "Then what do we do? Is that demon of his strong?"
"No, it should be very weak. Its aura