Mu Chen, Crocodile, and Bullet's Great Battle

That was satisfying—so damn satisfying! It had been ages since a fight felt this good!

Mu Chen heard him and thought Bullet was a born fighting machine.

Then he heard something even more jaw-dropping: "Again!"

Bullet rolled his shoulders, his face alight with a fanatical grin.

Mu Chen hadn't expected Bullet to want another round.

Crocodile heard him too. He slowly rose to his feet. "Hmph. Again it is. But I'm afraid you two won't know when to stop!"

Mu Chen could only feel more helpless.

He shook his head and sighed. "How did I end up with you two?"

For all his exasperation, it had been a long time since Mu Chen had gone all out.

"Then come on!"

"You forced my hand!"

Mu Chen crossed his arms and murmured, "Eight Gates, Fifth Gate—the Gate of Limit, open!"

In an instant, the green steam around him surged more violently. The force of his aura blasted sand and stones several meters away.

Bullet's expression grew grave as Mu Chen's aura soared once more.

That wasn't all. Mu Chen shouted, "Susanoo!"

The next moment, a blood-red Susanoo enveloped his entire body.

Mu Chen looked like a devil from hell, waves of red and green energy swirling around him in a dazzling display.

And he still wasn't finished. Mu Chen smiled faintly. "Armament Haki!"

Pitch-black Armament Haki coiled around the Susanoo like a black dragon.

Only now was Mu Chen truly fighting at his limit.

Dark red and black patterns rippled across him amid dazzling waves of deep-green energy. Most striking were his glowing, blood-red eyes. He looked like a god of slaughter risen from hell. Was this the true power of Blood Eyes?

Crocodile's breathing quickened. He hadn't realized Mu Chen had been holding back. The aura Mu Chen displayed now