Rokushiki: Paper Art was an extremely useful technique. Mastering it could even let one avoid every attack in close combat without using one's eyes or Haki, relying purely on one's skin to sense them.
But there was one prerequisite!
Paper Art's evasions relied on detecting airflow. In other words, there had to be disturbances caused by an attack before one could dodge accordingly.
But now, there were none!
Not only could Observation Haki not detect them, but there was not even the most basic airflow. These black mists seemed as though they truly did not exist. Other than their color, there was no way to observe them at all.
"Why do you think that, when you cannot even find my trail, you can find traces of the black mist?"
Red sneered. Before Ron could burst away at high speed, a man-sized mass of black mist swirled together before him, transforming into a vicious, ferocious drill that stabbed forward brutally.
Bang!!
Fortunately, the black mist still possessed [substance]. Ron raised the Thunder Halberd before him and blocked the terrifying attack that would have torn him in two.
But at the instant his movement stalled, dense black mist surged in from all around. Half a second later, countless bloody blossoms burst across his skin.
"Gah!"
Blood dripped down like rain. Ron staggered, then violently swept his Thunder Halberd, finally opening up some distance as he panted heavily.
There was not a single patch of intact flesh left on his body. The black mist had ground across his skin like a meat grinder, leaving him drenched in blood.
His Self-Healing Ability was working at full force. Interwoven strands of flesh kept knitting together, sealing his wounds.
Red did not rush to pursue. Transformed into a mass of black mist, he silently floated forward