The clamor of the N-7 Sea Area became dead silence in Huang Zhong's ears.
He stood on a floating fragment of glacier, his Iron-Backed Bow steady as a rock, its arrowhead aimed at the slender yet deadly figure a thousand meters away-Manmaiya Diliya, a member of the Holy Knights. The oddly shaped sniper rifle in her hands, the Fate Spindle, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the dim light. A teasing smile played across her face, like a cat toying with a mouse, as though she thought little of this veteran general from Hua Country.
"Old man, you're running out of time." Manmaiya chuckled, her voice carrying through the thin air with an intangible pressure and mockery. "Why not surrender now and spare yourself a beating at your age?"
Huang Zhong's expression remained calm. Unangered by her taunt, he simply watched Manmaiya Diliya coldly.
This infuriated Manmaiya. How dare Huang Zhong treat her with such an attitude?
"Old man, you swine, how dare you ignore me!" Manmaiya raged, her voice carrying on the sea breeze with a trace of flustered fury. Her fingertips brushed the rifle, and her Devil Fruit Powers and Armament Haki flowed like water around the specially made Seastone Bullets. "Bullet Barrage: Swarm!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Muzzle flashes flickered in succession. Not one bullet but dozens, infused with Armament Haki, swept toward Huang Zhong from every direction like an enraged swarm of bees, tracing bizarre arcs. Stranger still, the bullets adjusted their trajectories slightly in flight, as though alive, cutting off every angle through which Huang Zhong could evade.
Huang Zhong's white hair streamed in the sea breeze, but his gaze remained as still as an ancient well. The power of the Dialga Fruit flowed quietly within him, and the "flow of time" in the