Shamrock's Severed Arm

Shamrock's pupils contracted.

"Conqueror's Haki... at this level..."

"Getting distracted isn't good."

An Ice-cold voice sounded beside his ear. Shamrock shuddered and instinctively twisted aside, but he was still half a second too slow!

"Screech!"

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

A sharp pain shot through him. Shamrock grunted, the tissue around the wound completely erased, exposing the stark white ribs beneath.

But the next second, something bizarre happened. Flesh wriggled wildly at the wound, and blood vessels regenerated at a visible speed. In just two seconds, he was completely restored, without even a scar remaining.

"Before this divine power, you stand no chance."

Shamrock gripped the Rapier in his hand and swung it heavily toward his enemy.

An incomparably brilliant Flying Slash burst from the Rapier's edge and cleaved fiercely toward Dawn's position.

Dawn slashed out a purple-black tide, reducing the incoming slash to nothingness. He then burst forward, his figure seeming to flicker as he appeared before Shamrock. Raising Kikoku, wreathed in purple-black flames, high overhead, he brought it down heavily upon Shamrock's body, the blade wrapped in Conqueror's Haki.

Faced with that Conqueror's Haki Coating slash, Shamrock's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints as he swung the Rapier into a blur.

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

Even with his muscle strength enhanced by the Immortal Body, Shamrock was still inferior to Dawn in raw power. His arm burst into a bloody mist, while purple-black flames splashing onto his body reduced it to nothingness. Yet he recovered completely the very next second.

Using the force of the clash, he retreated. Even if his injuries could heal, he had no desire to take hits on purpose. Attacks wrapped in Conqueror's