Urashiki Otsutsuki never even heard the second half of Miki Yūya's sentence clearly.
The killing blow had already arrived.
His right fist, coated in armament Haki, slipped precisely into a gap in Urashiki's two-arm guard. With a sharp crack, it hurtled straight toward the bridge of Urashiki's nose.
The pressure of the punch squeezed the air into a series of explosive reports, pinning Urashiki beneath a suffocating, lethal force.
Urashiki's pupils contracted sharply. The arrogance froze on his face, and shock surged through him.
Impossible!
How could a mortal without chakra launch an attack on this level?!
The threat of death flooded his mind. With no time to think, his eyes blazed with piercing blue light as he instinctively activated his trump card.
Time! Rewind!
Time forcibly reversed by two seconds. Urashiki drifted backward a fraction in midair, barely escaping the lethal force of the punch.
Cold sweat instantly coated his back, and his heart pounded wildly.
At the same time, Miki Yūya's scalp prickled!
Miki Yūya had already spread his observation Haki throughout the area, anticipating every attack Urashiki could make.
The instant Urashiki activated his rewind, countless trajectories of danger and routes of surprise attack flooded Yūya's mind.
Miki Yūya's expression shifted slightly. He tucked his neck and abruptly ducked, his movement crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Whoosh-!
The crimson fishing rod tore through the air with a sharp whistle, skimming over his hair and leaving a glaring red streak in its wake.
He avoided the lethal surprise attack by a hair's breadth.
The counterattack missed.
A vicious gleam flashed through Urashiki's eyes. Seizing the opening between moves, he swiftly reached for the Fish Basket at his waist, his fingers tensing as he gathered strength.
*If I can't kill him up close, I'll crush him with