Mechanism X Hunting

On a high ground near a port, a group of One Piece, driven by the profits offered by the Donquixote Family, found Oboro and Dom.

At this moment, Oboro sat on the grass on the hilltop, sword in hand and horse in hand, looking down at a group of extremely excited enemies.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which he was slowly smoking.

This thing only became widespread in Demon Slayer after the Taisho era began, and Oboro didn't get to enjoy it.

Smoking allows him to recall his experiences in the Dark Continent.

And the mask on his face was also removed.

However, from the perspective of the crowd below, they still couldn't make out the mysterious person's face; they could only see the pair of cold pupils under the brim of the hat and the drifting smoke.

At the foot of the mountain stood Dom, alone, wielding a short blade.

There were some corpses lying around, already killed.

"That's him!"

The leader of the One Piece pointed his sword at Oboro, who was high up, and shouted.

Driven by greed, people often lose their rationality.

"Catch this guy, Devil Fruit will be ours... The Donquixote Family owes us a huge favor!"

Someone chimed in.

"Superior!"

After saying that, about twenty people roared and launched an attack.

There were only two people on the other side, and it was clear that they had the upper hand.

Dom grinned murderously, his clothes still damp with blood. In an instant, he transformed into a streak of light and darted into the crowd, moving with the speed of a ghost. He weaved and shifted between the people, his blades occasionally being parried by other weapons, producing a clanging sound. But with the reaction speed of these weak One Piece, they were no match for him.

The One Piece's surging fighting spirit subsided within just two or three minutes.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.

Blood splattered everywhere, Dom grew more and more excited as he killed. His immense power gave him a sense of self-intoxication... something he had never experienced before.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Dom laughed as he killed.

Nichirin Sword of decent quality can easily slice through the skin, causing a fatal wound.

Their extensive combat experience made this battle as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

A short while later, Oboro finished his cigarette, and only Dom was still standing below, while everyone else lay in pools of blood.

"Although my will is not strong, and my previous One Piece experiences have made me somewhat timid by nature... that's just how people are. As long as they prove themselves with one real victory after another, they will always change. Nothing is more convincing than results." Oboro stared at Dom's lingering expression and thought to himself.

Dom must really enjoy this feeling of being a 'strongman' right now.

This will boost his confidence.

"Go find the merchant ship first... Remember to come to the auction tomorrow. Their attention is still on me right now, they're not paying much attention to you," Long said.

"Yes."

Dom looked up, his senses returning to normal after the thrilling sensation, and turned to run away.

Besides One Piece ships, a large number of merchant ships and cargo ships, including ships from various countries, also sail from the Sabaody Archipelago to all parts of the world every day. The businesses these ships are engaged in are also involved in the shady business, such as purchasing weapons and contraband. Compared to One Piece ships, the World Government turns a blind eye to their existence.

The best way for them to leave was to sneak onto a merchant ship.

This place is close to the port, and many of the pursuing 'hunters' have died. The news will surely spread.

Oboro is staying here to create the illusion that he is about to leave.

The Donquixote Family's executives have probably already received the news, but they don't know which one has come... The Sabaody Archipelago is too vast, and the other side will definitely spread out their manpower and informants as soon as possible, making it impossible to concentrate on one point.

Under these circumstances, it is very convenient to use the "fishing" technique.

A moment later, another group of dark figures quickly emerged from under the mangrove tree and poked their heads out.

This time they weren't One Piece, but a group of gun-wielding, well-dressed Mafia.

Long slowly got up, twisted her neck, and moved her limbs. "Let's warm up first."

"Kill him!"

Upon meeting, the Mafia showed no politeness; their swift and ruthless aura was even stronger than that of the One Piece. A burly man with a cigar in his mouth coldly gave the order.

Bang bang bang.

In an instant, a large number of bullets poured out.

Half an hour later, Dellinger, wearing high heels, arrived after hearing the news.

Upon receiving the news, he rushed over as quickly as possible, leaving him slightly out of breath.

The young master was furious that his Devil Fruit had been stolen.

He has to kill that guy.

Upon entering the battlefield, Dellinger glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground and smiled disdainfully.

The purpose of this trash is simply to locate the target and delay them; we weren't really expecting it to do anything else.

"Not bad..." He clasped his hands behind his head, leisurely approaching from a distance, his gaze fixed on the man standing in the center of the corpse, praising him in an arrogant tone.

"It's you again."

Long was somewhat surprised.

He thought the person who appeared would be Lao G.

Dellinger rubbed his fangs, sensing the disdain in the other's words.

"Trying to run? No ship will take you... We've already notified all the fleets in all the ports. Even if you use your Devil Fruit powers to escape now, you won't be able to leave the Sabaody Archipelago." Dellinger said, glancing around to see if Oboro had any companions.

The other party has underestimated the influence of the Donquixote Family.

The main reason is Doflamingo's reputation as a Shichibukai.

"When did I say I was going to run away? Don't worry... You seem to really enjoy fighting people. Coincidentally... so do I."

Long shook his head and, while chatting and laughing, took off the hood from his head.

Dellinger suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His eyes lit up. "Hiss... It really is you!"

He recognized Oboro's face; it was none other than the Celestial Dragons slave who had been the subject of much gossip and had been missing all along! "Fantastic!"

Dellinger called out again.

Capturing Celestial Dragons's slave is a great achievement... I'm sure the young master will be very pleased.

"I've decided... I won't kill you yet, but torturing you a bit is still necessary. Don't die so easily..." Dellinger raised a finger.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his perception of the passage of time froze.

Because the man who was ten feet away from him just a second ago suddenly pounced in front of him.

The speed was astonishing.

"Hehe."

The other person even laughed after getting closer.

Although Dellinger's reaction was a beat slower, he made up for the time difference with his excellent physical abilities. His calves were covered in Armament Haki, and the sharp toes of his shoes struck Oboro's temple with Inazuma speed. The angle and position were just right.

Snap! Oboro raised an arm to block Dellinger's kick, causing the shoe to stop a few centimeters away from his head.

However, he was also moved several meters to the side.

"Huh?"

Dellinger was taken aback.

This time he didn't hold back at all. Under the attack unleashed with Haki, the opponent actually managed to withstand it with sheer physical strength? This was somewhat unbelievable! In his understanding, having Haki and not Haki were two different things.

He used Armament Haki, so... normally, to block it, the opponent would also have to use Haki. However, the sensation he felt on the leg just now made him feel like he was hitting cotton... The man had grasped his calf with his hand, using a gentle force to deflect the impact of his leg attack.

There was no way to directly withstand the damage.

It's neutralizing force! While Haki does enhance the quality and power of an attack, as long as it doesn't involve a direct confrontation, the power can be minimized through limited buffering.

Of course, to do this requires astonishing reflexes and the ability to withstand the damage from Haki and attacks. If the strength is too great, Oboro cannot do it. It can only be said that... the boy in front of her is not yet very skilled in using Haki... relatively average.

If it were that old man Lao G who came, this kick... Oboro wouldn't be able to deflect the force; he would either die or be seriously injured.

After all, his current physical attributes are quite poor.

In addition, I have been practicing the Dantian method for the past few days and have made some progress.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to achieve this level.

The concept of martial arts as a form of power naturally exists in One Piece... The reason Dellinger was surprised was because this kind of technique had never been seen in One Piece before.

"Call."

Long, who had been kicked away, slowly straightened up and shook his reddened palm. "As expected of a member of the Donquixote Family, you're already so Haki at such a young age... Pretty impressive, huh?"

With Lao G and Joker around, the Haki is no secret to the Donquixote Family members.

This highly sarcastic tone brought tears to Dellinger's eyes again.

A fin suddenly rose up from his back, which made him move at an extreme speed, leaving a series of afterimages on the ground.

They circled around Oboro on the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Tch! What are you so arrogant about... you piece of trash! I've changed my mind, I'm going to kick you to pieces!"

"A guy who doesn't even Haki!"

Dellinger's combat experience was clearly extensive, and he immediately judged that Oboro's physical attributes were not strong, but his combat skills were somewhat unpredictable and his perception was astonishing.

Furthermore, if he possessed the power of Haki, Oboro wouldn't have needed to risk taking that attack from him.

"Too fast... Although my five senses can clearly detect him, if I take the initiative, my body will probably have a hard time keeping up with his pace," Long thought to himself.

Even if the power of the soul is suppressed, its strength is still obvious.

Oboro's unparalleled mental strength allowed him to observe every detail of Dellinger's attack.

After leaving the Sabaody Archipelago, he needs time to recuperate, mainly focusing on cultivating his dantian.

Whoosh! Just as he was thinking, Dellinger suddenly leaped high into the air, rushing over from a position that was out of sight of the obscure vision, and instantly raised his leg.

The muscles throughout the leg swelled up.

With immense force.

It was his signature move, the Decapitation High Heel.

This kick was aimed at Oboro's neck.

However, in the instant the distance closed, Dellinger's eyes trembled violently.

He saw Long, with incredible reflexes, micromanage his body, bending over with perfect precision, allowing Long's legs to sweep over his head. Then, as Long's body couldn't react due to inertia, Long turned, bent his elbow, and clenched his fist in one fluid motion.

In fact, Dellinger's body had already reacted; after all, his physical abilities were extraordinary.

However, this extreme distance has compressed the space, leaving no room for dodging.

Oboro's battle strategy was crystal clear.

If physical mobility is insufficient, use skillful micro-management to turn the tide.

The opponent's combat experience has not been fully grasped.

Clearly... could have done better.

"The reason the Donquixote Family so powerful is because of the Joker, and your entire family group. It is a cohesive force of the group, not a single individual... You should never underestimate any opponent. Too much arrogance will only lead to your death." Oboro's words echoed in Dellinger's ears.

"Abdomen!"

At this moment, the boy was no longer listening to these words. He subconsciously anticipated Long's punching posture.

He covered his stomach below his chest with Armament Haki.

"Ah!"

But the next second, in the frozen frame, Dellinger, whose body was suspended in mid-air, let out a scream.

My eyes were penetrated by blurry fingers.

Deceptive attack.

The boy fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding face with both hands, rolling around and screaming in pain.

"If it were Lao G, I might really be in trouble. After all, that old man can cover his entire body with Haki... Even if my skills can overwhelm him, I still can't break through his defenses. It's very difficult." Oboro looked at the disheveled Dellinger on the ground and smiled.

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately rose up, brandishing his bull horns, and charged at Long.

But as soon as he got up, his slow movements caused him to be kicked squarely in the face by Oboro, and he fell to the ground.

Even the hat on his head slipped off.

"Oh...so those horns are on the head, not part of the hat." Oboro raised an eyebrow.

Dellinger on the ground, his hands and feet trembling stiffly.

Long not only gouged out his eyes, but also acupunctured him at the same time.

At present, the boy's nerves should be in a state of numbness.

It seems that freely using Haki and covering every part of the body at will is not so easy; it requires a long period of training... just like the 'flow' of Nen. If Dellinger could envelop his entire body in Haki, instead of just a single part... even if he could quickly change the location of the Haki attachment, he would be able to escape unscathed from Oboro's attack.

"Still too weak..."

Long bent down, grabbed one of Dellinger's horns, and lifted him off the ground.

The boy's hands and feet were still twitching, clearly wanting to fight back, but his numb nerves made his movements seem very weak.

"It can't be converted?"

After a moment, Long frowned.

Why is he fishing?

The purpose is naturally to transform resources.

He needs to investigate the functions and effects that the system can achieve in this world.

But then he discovered that what he could easily do in Demon Slayer was impossible here... He was originally able to extract Dellinger's half-fishman bloodline, including his skills, namely kicking techniques, and even Haki. In Demon Slayer, this was possible as long as the target wasn't resisting.

"It's still related to the world's strength..."

Suddenly, I realized what was happening.

Undoubtedly, it is the will of the world that is behind this.

I don't want this world to be wantonly ravaged by him.

"You will die a horrible death... The young master will punish you, and..."

Suddenly, Dellinger, at his wits' end, bared his fangs and screamed, his face covered in blood.

Click.

Before he could finish speaking, Long reached out and snapped his neck.

Even with the difference in physical strength, Oboro's finger strength, enhanced by martial arts techniques, should not be underestimated.

He couldn't be bothered to listen to the other party's threats.

Having experienced many worlds, he was already tired of such words.

"Oh... so you have to kill them to convert and extract them... that makes it sound a bit like hunting down story characters, hehe."

"After death, the level of the card that is transformed seems to decrease... but it doesn't matter, as long as we understand the mechanism."

After a while, Oboro casually threw away Dellinger's body.

The fact that he must kill others to obtain resources undoubtedly places him in an irreconcilable opposition with various characters or powerful figures, a position of irreconcilable conflict.

They really went to great lengths to push him to the brink.

With one hand twirling the white hat that once belonged to the boy, Oboro strolled away leisurely.

Not long after his figure disappeared into the shadow of the mangroves, other people who had heard the news arrived.

From the moment Oboro engaged in combat with Dellinger to the moment he killed him, only a few minutes had passed.

"This..."

When the newcomers saw the horrific scene, especially the blond boy lying on the ground, they were all stunned.

The boy's neck was twisted... and blood kept flowing from his eyes.

Someone recognized Dellinger's identity.

The Donquixote Family's executives... were killed.