Kuzan Admits Defeat

But under those circumstances, whether he actively defended himself or his body passively went on the defensive, the damage would be reduced to a minimum. Even that kick just now should normally have caused no more than a minor injury.

But Kuzan in the Genjutsu was different. Not only could he not use his Devil Fruit ability to defend himself, he could not use Armament Haki either. Even his solid muscles had relaxed considerably, so that strike had landed heavily and solidly.

Kuzan was probably badly hurt now. Just like when Mu Chen had kicked Jia Ji before, a single kick could knock out a rear admiral. If Jia Ji had not been under a Genjutsu, that would have been impossible.

Mu Chen's Genjutsu was indeed powerful. Not only could it instantly rob an opponent of their thoughts, it could even lower their defensive state.

Sengoku spoke slowly, while Zefa wore a proud expression. Just who did they think Mu Chen's teacher was? Faced with such an outstanding student, Zefa was extremely satisfied. He had never expected his student to send Kuzan flying with a kick. It was completely beyond his expectations.

Before long, the dust settled. Kuzan's face was filled with shock, a trace of blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth. His left hand braced against the ground while his right clutched his waist.

"Mu Chen, now I have seen it for myself. I concede this match."

Kuzan spoke slowly.

The next second, everyone was even more stunned upon hearing Kuzan admit defeat, so shocked that they could not speak.

But there were always exceptions.

"Oh! Mu Chen won! Mu Chen won! Awesome! That was insane!"

Jia Ji was so happy that he could not close his mouth, shouting excitedly.

The others could only feel helpless at the sight. After all, they had lost money, but in this situation, all they could do was marvel at Mu Chen's strength. They had never imagined that Kuzan would voluntarily admit defeat. Could Mu Chen really be that strong?

Mu Chen's strength was simply unbelievable! What was with the green energy around him during the fight, and his reddened skin?

"He doesn't look like a Devil Fruit user to me. In any case, he's incredibly strong."

Everyone chimed in one after another. Their words also made Kong and the others curious. They had been focused on Mu Chen's Blood Sharingan all this time, but the unusual power he had displayed now was equally baffling. They had never seen anyone erupt with green energy in battle, nor had they seen someone's skin turn red like that.

If they had not known from the start that Mu Chen was not a Devil Fruit user, they would have suspected it long ago.

Sengoku looked curious, while Zefa looked helpless. How was he supposed to know exactly what ability Mu Chen had used?

"The Blood Sharingan at first, and now this ability... I really don't know either." Seeing Zefa's helplessness and confusion, Sengoku's face darkened as he immediately mocked him. "What kind of teacher are you? You don't even know what abilities your own student has. That's utterly embarrassing!"

"Sengoku, say that again and see if I don't beat you up!"

"Whether I know or not is none of your business!"

"Besides, everyone has secrets. What's wrong with keeping a few things hidden?"

"Zefa, you dare threaten to beat me up? You're an irresponsible teacher who knows nothing. How are you supposed to teach your students?"

Kong's face darkened as he watched the two argue. "Enough. What are you two arguing about? If you don't know, then just ask him later."

Kong directly scolded them. There were Marines all around, and it would be too embarrassing for others to see this. "Got it. I'll ask that kid later."

Despite winning, Mu Chen remained rather calm. This had been within his expectations. With the Third Gate of the Eight Gates combined with the Blood Sharingan's Genjutsu, he could be considered invincible among rear admirals of the same generation.

"Then... thanks for going easy on me."

Mu Chen smiled faintly, then released the Eight Gates and returned to normal.

What followed was simple. Mu Chen had not only won one million berries, but had also made everyone see him in a new light.

But there was one downside.

"Mu Chen, when are you going to fight me?"

"Mu Chen, stop hogging all the fun! There's me too—Onigumo, Doberman, and plenty of others!" At that moment, countless people gathered around Mu Chen, all wanting to fight him once.

Mu Chen was helpless in the face of this situation. This was clearly not what he wanted. Why were there so many battle maniacs?

Just then, Qi Yuan slowly walked over. "Mu Chen, are you free?"

Mu Chen looked puzzled. Was she going to use Genjutsu on him again? As for Jia Ji, when he saw Zhiyuan come over and ask whether Mu Chen was free—

The murderous look in his eyes could not be hidden.

Jia Ji gritted his teeth. "Mu Chen, you and my Zhiyuan..."

"Haha, Jia Ji, you'd better be careful. Your Zhiyuan might not be yours much longer!"

Wu Shu mocked him from the side.

"Jia Ji, I think you should give up."

"Now that I look at it, I think Mu Chen and Zhiyuan are quite a good match."

Even Onigumo and Doberman said so, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Jia Ji gritted his teeth when he heard them.

"Mu Chen, I treated you like a brother, and yet you... you...?"

Mu Chen was speechless. What were these people even talking about? They really had wild imaginations. He felt a little awkward too. After all, Qi Yuan was standing right beside him. Was it really okay to say such things?

But Mu Chen had clearly overthought it. Qi Yuan acted as though she had not heard anything and simply said, "I want to fight you."

Mu Chen was stunned. Seriously? Qi Yuan was saying the same thing too? He had only fought Kuzan once, so how had he become everyone's target for a fight? Even Qi Yuan had come to challenge him. When Jia Ji heard that was the reason, he immediately beamed with delight.

"Since you're fighting, count me in too. Last time I lost was an accident. This time, I'm going to win it back. You all talk—I'm leaving."

Mu Chen was utterly speechless. Faced with this situation, he swore that he could not stay here for even one more second.