My Time Was Not Up

And his Dark-Dark Fruit could defend against all of it.

So what else did his opponent have?

Suddenly, Marshall D. Teach shuddered.

A flash of black-red light entered his vision, followed by an overwhelming force bearing down on him.

At the same time, the man before him swung his blade.

"Divine Departure!"

Those two low words made Marshall D. Teach's scalp prickle.

He had seen that move before, from Pirate King Roger and from that Red-Haired kid.

Black-red light erupted with irresistible force, forming dragonlike streaks that swept out with the blade.

Whoosh!

Light flashed. Thunder rumbled faintly through the air, shattering the darkness.

Marshall D. Teach's pupils contracted as black smoke billowed around him.

The slash was so fast that even Observation Haki could not help him evade it.

Splurt!

Before he could react, blood sprayed from his right shoulder. A meter-long gash appeared.

Agonizing pain flooded his mind, leaving him dazed and trembling all over.

"Aaaaaagh!"

A scream tore from his throat.

The pain felt as though it would split his head open. Blood poured from the wound, and his life force drained away.

"It's over!"

"Marshall D. Teach!"

The indifferent voice rang beside his ear.

He jerked his head up, eyes bloodshot, and reflexively raised both hands to shield himself.

Hum!

Black smoke rose and took the shape of a demon above his head, its mouth open in a roar.

The instant he finished, Xia Le's fist arrived overhead.

Boom!

Black-Red Lightning exploded, turning the entire sky black and red.

"Fist Bone!"

"Shockwave!"

A violent wave of force crashed down from his fist.

Marshall D. Teach stared wide-eyed, his face full of terror.

Boom!

The darkness broke apart like glass, cracks spreading through it.

Marshall D. Teach spat blood into the sky. The blow shattered countless bones