"Armament Haki Bullets," Beckman explained slowly, loading another bullet. This time, a faint red glow shone on its surface. "Compress Armament Haki into a bullet, and the Haki won't dissipate immediately after it's fired. It can travel with the bullet, change direction, change speed, and even detonate before impact. This is a technique I've used for decades."
He raised his flintlock. This time, not only was the gun coated in pitch-black Armament Haki, but golden-red bolts of Conqueror's Haki also began flickering around the muzzle, radiating a heart-pounding oppressive force.
"And when I coat it in Conqueror's Haki as well-"
"This bullet can cut off every escape route you have."
Bang!
The gunshot thundered across the open battlefield, its staggering report making eardrums ring.
A lightning-wreathed bullet shot out. It was not fast, but it carried a suffocating pressure. Zoro's Observation Haki worked furiously, countless images of the future flashing through his mind-if he dodged left, the bullet would turn and strike him precisely in the left side of his chest; if he dodged right, it would detonate early, the shock wave powerful enough to shatter his internal organs; if he jumped up, it would accelerate upward and pierce his abdomen; if he dropped flat, it would burrow into the ground and suddenly shoot out beneath him.
Beckman had precisely calculated every escape route in advance, then locked them down with the will of his Conqueror's Haki, leaving not a single opening!
Through thirty years of combat experience, top-tier Observation Haki, and the suppression of Conqueror's Haki, a fighter at the pinnacle had forcibly cut off every chance of survival and every possibility available to his opponent!
"In that case-"
A flash of resolve crossed Zoro's eyes. He no longer chose to dodge.
He gripped his swords in both hands