Karma and Smoker slammed into each other.
"Boom—!"
White smoke and blade light erupted at once.
The roiling smoke was forcibly torn apart by six curved blades, and shattered white vapor swept wildly in every direction.
The muscles in Karma's six arms bulged.
Six curved blades pressed down in crisscrossing arcs, their edges wrapped in jet-black Armament Haki as they forcibly cleaved apart half of Smoker's massive smoky fist.
He bared his teeth, his face twisted savagely.
"Just a mere Marine captain, and you dare stop me?!"
As the words fell.
Karma exerted strength with all six arms at once, and his massive body suddenly spun.
The six curved blades dragged countless icy streaks through the air, their overlapping shadows forming a high-speed slaughtering wheel that lunged straight for Smoker's face!
"Six-Sword Style: Wild Fang Whirling Dance!"
"Screech, screech, screech, screech—!"
The air was violently torn apart.
The gravel blasted into the air by the impact was sliced into fine dust before it could even fall.
Smoker's gaze turned cold as he raised his Seastone Jitte and blocked.
"Clang—!"
The first curved blade was firmly caught by the jitte.
Sparks flew everywhere.
But in the next instant, the other five flashes of steel came slashing in from different angles.
Karma's Six-Sword Style was not merely wild slashing made possible by having more arms. Every strike carried the ruthlessness forged through years of fighting among New World pirates.
Smoker twisted aside, white smoke bursting out as he forcibly evaded two of the strikes, but the Haki-coated blade still grazed his right shoulder.
"Sshk—!"
His Marine jacket split open, and blood splattered.
Karma's eyes grew even fiercer.
"Got you!"
But Smoker did not retreat.
He clenched his cigar between his teeth and abruptly made a fist with his left hand.
His entire