Gathering Storm

Sabo hurried over, and Martin, who had gone in the opposite direction earlier, came into view. The latter clutched his injured left hand, trembling and gasping for breath, his forehead drenched in sweat. Only after glancing at the newcomer from the corner of his eye did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief. "Mr. Sabo... this woman is very strong..."

"Oh? You have reinforcements..."

Standing opposite Martin, Tamamo-no-Mae covered her mouth and chuckled, unsurprised by Sabo's arrival.

Sabo spun the pipe in his palm before pointing it at Tamamo-no-Mae. "I take it... you're one of the masterminds behind this."

"There is no need for me to tell you, outsider..."

Tamamo-no-Mae paused. The wide sleeve concealing her face slowly lowered, and a hint of killing intent surfaced in her seductive eyes. "But what if I am?"

"Even if you're a woman, I won't hold back."

As he spoke, Sabo's pipe became coated in a layer of jet-black Armament Haki.

"Hehehehe..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's laughter became increasingly chilling. Her narrow, seductive eyes turned an eerie blood-red, and nine long, snow-white tails suddenly extended from beneath her robes, spreading out in every direction. They hovered in the air behind her without wind, and a powerful aura instantly spread outward.

"So you're a Devil Fruit user..." Sabo's expression turned serious. "And seemingly an exceptionally rare Mythical Zoan at that..."

"I ate a strange fruit. Do you still think you can act so recklessly before me?"

Sabo answered with action. He charged straight at Tamamo-no-Mae, his pipe, wrapped in powerful Armament Haki, carrying a violent gale as it slammed toward her in an instant!

The smile vanished from Tamamo-no-Mae's lips, her face turning cold. Her nine tails abruptly lengthened and instantly formed a cocoon, wrapping her inside before Sabo's attack could land.

Their clash immediately sent a