Battle (8)

Bang! A thunderous explosion rang out as Imu and Swain's battle completely entered its most intense stage.

On the battlefield, winds and clouds shifted. Powerful auras collided, making even the surrounding space seem to tremble. Any outsider could tell that Imu had not yet used his full strength. At this moment, his Conqueror's Haki surged like a raging tide, viciously suppressing Swain's Conqueror's Haki.

"How is that possible?" Swain's expression changed as he spoke in shock. Just moments ago, they had been evenly matched, but now Imu was firmly overpowering him. This sudden shift filled Swain with confusion and astonishment.

"Ufufufufu!" Imu's strange laughter rang out, sharp and piercing, forcing Swain to use his ability to shield himself. That laughter seemed to carry an eerie power that sent chills down one's spine.

"Did you notice? I was actually testing the limits of your ability all along." Imu spoke smugly, looking like his scheme had succeeded.

Then, with a slight movement of his mind, numerous towering pillars of water appeared behind him. Like giant dragons, they shot into the sky and radiated immense power.

"This is the limit of your ability, isn't it?" Imu looked at Swain, his eyes full of provocation.

Swain remained outwardly calm at the sight, but inwardly, he was utterly shocked. Why can he use my ability too? Did he copy it, or did he possess it from the start?

Swain's mind raced as he considered the question.

Imu narrowed his eyes. "No need to guess. My ability can copy your Devil Fruit ability one hundred percent." His tone brimmed with confidence and arrogance.

"Then why wait until now to mention it?" Swain asked coldly, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Because I can only copy once, and it has to be the user's strongest form. Otherwise, why