Fall of a Demigod

The Rain Ninja forces arrived, more than a hundred strong.

Every one of them was an elite who had survived Conqueror's Haki.

"Where do you think you can hide?"

Observation Haki's perception far surpassed Sensory Ninjutsu.

Even when Hanzō blended into his surroundings, Kazan could see him clearly.

Kazan clenched his right fist. Conqueror's Haki coated it, crackling.

The next instant.

He threw a punch through the air toward the Rain Ninja forces.

"Fist Bone: Impact!"

Boom!

The punch seemed to shake space itself. Haki surged from Kazan's fist and blasted forward like a giant cannon.

"Aaagh!"

Dozens of the hundred-strong Ninja force were pulverized in an instant.

They had tried to defend themselves, combining their strength to raise a Water Formation Wall.

But the moment the attack struck, the wall scattered. Its terrifying destructive power chilled them to the bone.

Hanzō seized the opening. The kusarigama in his hand sliced through the rain toward Kazan.

"Morata!"

His eyes burned with killing intent. He believed that without Conqueror's Haki protecting him, Kazan's body would be vulnerable.

But then—

Screech!

The sharp kusarigama scraped across Kazan's body with a piercing sound, cutting through his white suit.

Aside from the slash in his clothes, Hanzō could not see a single drop of blood.

"How is that possible?!"

"You must think sacrificing dozens of people to kill a powerful enemy was a rational choice."

"Too bad. Even stronger slashes couldn't break through my Haki."

Kazan had seen Hanzō clearly the entire time.

He had left off his Conqueror's Haki defense only to lure Hanzō in.

Garp, after all, had been tough enough to withstand Divine Departure head-on!

How could this slash compare to Roger's Divine Departure?

Kazan swung a fist back at him, swift as a bolt of lightning falling from the sky.