Shamrock's Severed Arm

Shamrock's pupils contracted:

"Conqueror's Haki... this level of strength..."

"Getting distracted is a bad idea."

A cold voice rang in his ear. Shamrock jolted in alarm and instinctively twisted aside, but he was still half a millisecond too slow!

"Sshk!"

A purple-black blade swept past his ribs, and everything it touched instantly turned to nothingness.

Agonizing pain shot through him. Shamrock let out a muffled groan as the tissue around the wound was completely erased, exposing the stark white ribs beneath.

But the next second, something bizarre happened. Granulation tissue writhed madly within the wound, and blood vessels regenerated at a visible rate. In barely two seconds, he was completely restored, without even a scar left behind.

"Before this divine power, you have no chance of winning."

Shamrock tightened his grip on the Rapier and swung it heavily toward his enemy.

An intensely brilliant flying slash burst from the Rapier's edge and cleaved fiercely toward Dawn.

Dawn unleashed a purple-black tide, reducing the incoming slash to nothingness. Then he burst forward, his figure flickering as he appeared before Shamrock. He raised Kikoku, shrouded in purple-black flames, Conqueror's Haki coiling around its blade as he brought it down heavily upon Shamrock.

Facing this Conqueror's Coating-infused strike, Shamrock's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints as he danced the Rapier in his hand into an Afterimage.

The space between the two weapons twisted once more, erupting with thunderous air bursts and shockwaves.

Even with his muscles enhanced by the Immortal Body, Shamrock was still weaker than Dawn in raw strength. His arm burst into a bloody mist, while splashing purple-black flames reduced parts of his body to nothingness—but he recovered completely in the next instant.

He used the force of the clash to retreat. Even though his wounds could heal, he had no desire