Ziyue Palace's smile slowly faded. She sensed an exceedingly dangerous aura from the blind swordsman before her.
"Arrogant," she spat coldly.
Then she raised both hands, spreading all ten fingers. She unleashed the power of the Twist-Twist Fruit without restraint.
Everything within several hundred meters of Ziyue Palace began to twist and deform violently.
The air became visible vortices, like countless transparent pythons writhing madly in the void. The marble paving shattered, curled, and rose into the air, becoming streams of stone that filled the sky within the distorting field. The eighteen towering stone pillars surrounding the square, symbols of the sovereignty of the twenty kings, groaned under the strain. The reliefs on their shafts peeled away, their majestic faces turning hideous and terrifying.
Light lost its proper course within this area, forcibly refracted, split, and spun. The entire space looked like an oil painting someone was violently crumpling. The boundary between light and dark vanished, the concepts of up and down blurred, and every law of physics began to collapse.
She extended her right hand and closed it around empty air in Fujitora's direction.
Dozens of distortion rays shot out simultaneously from every direction, an eerie purple, each only as thick as a finger. Yet as they cut through the air, they left visible black fissures in space-tiny cracks formed when space itself was distorted to its limit.
Any matter these rays touched, however hard, would be forcibly twisted, torn apart, and reassembled at the molecular level. Steel became as soft as dough, and bodies of flesh and blood were instantly wrung into all manner of impossible shapes.
This ability surpassed ordinary physical attacks, a law-level power acting directly upon space.
Fujitora could not see any of it. But his Observation Haki was keener than any eye.
In his