Thunder Breathing

Time turned back a dozen or so seconds.

When Kuta came to his senses after the illusion, he had already known he couldn't dodge Carteles's strike.

That blow was too

powerful. It made the space around Carteles ripple with the force of his attack. Kuta had barely regained his senses and had no time to teleport before Carteles punched him into the high ground beneath the Church.

Fortunately, Kuta was no ordinary man.

If any other fighter at the peak of their strength had taken that blow, they would have been gravely injured, if not killed.

He knew that well.

No one could take a strike coated in Conqueror's Haki from a fighter at the peak of their strength without any defense.

Well...

Except him.

Why?

Because he had been invincible from the start.

His body constantly radiated space, layer upon layer of it accumulating across his skin. He appeared to be in this world, but his body had always been in a space no one could reach.

Only those he accepted could cross that endless space and truly touch him.

The Space Domain he normally used was simply the portion of those spatial layers he had gradually gained control over as he grew.

Compared to the space surrounding his body, the layers within his domain were probably no more than a drop in the ocean, a single glimmer among countless stars.

Nothing more.

So unless an attack was special enough to cross space and erase his soul directly, it was no different from no attack at all.

When he was conscious, he kept that space compressed.

But when he lost consciousness or his body was in danger, the layers emerged on their own to block attacks for him.

Kuina knew this, which was why ordinary attacks never made her