Under Shadow Slash, All Turn to Ashes

Luo's Slaughterhouse could counter the absurd regenerative ability of the new Pacifistas.

However, stamina had always been Luo's unavoidable weakness.

It wasn't that Luo was incapable. The Op-Op Fruit ability simply consumed far too much stamina.

This was also a limitation of the Devil Fruit ability system...

A limitation that no matter how hard Luo worked, he could never completely overcome.

Unless he exchanged his lifespan, or possessed something special that transcended the system, like the Hunter's Notebook, a battle of that intensity would inevitably drain him of all his stamina.

After taking down twelve Pacifistas in succession, Luo's stamina was nearly depleted, and he could no longer continue.

Maud naturally saw this and couldn't let Luo keep pushing himself recklessly.

This was a battlefield, after all. Once his stamina ran out, it was no different from being dead.

Although the Mythical Zoan Yamata no Orochi ability could give Luo eight lives, no one could guarantee that dying once would restore his stamina.

If it couldn't...

What difference was there between eight lives and one?

It merely increased the number of times he could swing his blade to eight.

Maud didn't want to see Luo risk betting on such a possibility.

He could lose this war, but he couldn't lose a single companion.

"Shadow Suppression."

Maud turned his gaze toward Fujitora and Kizaru, who had regrouped and were attacking again.

Wherever his gaze fell, shadows surged like endlessly churning black clouds, crashing down heavily toward Fujitora and Kizaru.

Fujitora kept his face taut as he dashed forward, sweeping his blade toward the sky and cleaving out a ring of purple gravity patterns.

The spiraling purple ripples rose into the air and pressed against the bottom of the surging black clouds.

The continuously released reverse gravity abruptly halted the clouds' descent.