"When?!" Facing the fierce blow, Munashi Jinpachi raised his sword and blocked it with the flying Splash blade. After withstanding the attack, just as he was about to counterattack, Munashi Jinpachi found his vision filled with the shadows of fists.
Clang, clang, creak! Munashi Jinpachi had no chance to counterattack. With his blade held horizontally before his chest, he used the broad blade of Splash to defend against the countless Armament Haki-coated fists raining down on him.
"Good boy!" Munashi Jinpachi gave a dry chuckle, his laughter filled with icy menace. Yet he could not help being shocked by the boy's frenzied assault. After enduring countless punches, even the hand gripping his sword had begun to go numb. He could even vaguely sense Splash, which was specially linked to water droplets, humming mournfully.
Was that one of the Seven Ninja Swords capable of withstanding this kid's attacks?
The boy opposite him had no idea of Munashi Jinpachi's shock. He had always looked down on Armament Haki's offensive capabilities and had no idea how powerful and sharp such attacks could be. Just look at the Nine Snakes: a group of women with little combat strength who could attach Haki to their arrows and create terrifyingly powerful shots. How could the offensive power of Armament Haki be underestimated? But this time, the boy had only wanted to wildly throw punch after punch, using a mad barrage to suppress Munashi Jinpachi and leave him unable to counterattack. It was a life-or-death gamble!
"Whoosh—" But that had only been a thought. Munashi Jinpachi, who had been holding his sword one-handed all along, finally could not resist placing his left hand on the blade. With both hands pushing the sword, he forced the boy back and seized the opportunity to hurriedly sweep his blade sideways,