Back when he fought Garp, Ron hadn't understood at first why Garp had repeatedly been able to pinpoint his location so accurately.
Inside the Raigo black sphere, even Ron's own Observation Haki was suppressed. What could Garp possibly detect?
Yet Garp had indeed done it, even claiming that his "Love-Love Fist automatically tracked targets."
It was only at the end that Ron understood—it was because there was air around him.
He needed to breathe, so air existed around him. That old bastard's physical techniques followed an entirely different path; his bodily senses were so sharp that he could even detect the faint oxygen drifting through the surroundings, allowing him to determine Ron's position.
Thus, the conclusion could be inferred:
Within this pitch-black space of the Black Prison Thunder Realm, where there was nothing but lightning, any trace of oxygen had to mark Ron's location!
But...
No one had told Kurozumi Orochi that!
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That made things awkward.
He had merely wanted to find some air to breathe and recover his strength.
Yet he hadn't known that his actions would instead deliver his weakness right before Ron... Naturally, Ron showed no mercy and casually took his second head.
However, one point was rather troublesome... Sensing the steady, vigorous life energy ahead, Ron raised an eyebrow as realization dawned on him.
"So that's it. This is the confidence that lets you stand against us?"
"As long as all eight heads aren't cut off, you won't die?!"
His head had been reduced to dust. Any ordinary creature would have died already, yet apart from his injuries, Kurozumi Orochi's aura remained remarkably stable!
That meant losing two heads was not fatal to him at all. It probably did not even count as a serious wound...
"What an... unreasonable Mythical Zoan."
His only gain had