One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki

Chapter 497: Hound Blaze, Incinerating Elegance

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Doflamingo spread his fingers wide. Countless transparent, microscopic threads spewed from his cuffs, weaving and interlacing rapidly through the green clouds. Like a massive venomous spider, he spun an invisible web of death.

He abandoned the idea of snatching the Dragon Radar directly. These two were too perceptive. If he forced it and they destroyed the radar in an act of desperation, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Since they had the radar, he would just let them do the heavy lifting.

Once they went through the grueling effort of finding a Dragon Ball, he, Donquixote Doflamingo, would step in and harvest the fruits of their labor. That was the perfect script.

Stepping onto the massive web he had woven, Doflamingo seemed to meld seamlessly into the green sky. He lowered his head, staring dead at his two preys through the grid as they continued to look around.

"Go on. Search to your heart's content. Once you find that wish-granting orb, this king will personally send you on your way."

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Under the sickly green sky of Namek, the air was thick with the pungent stench of sulfur and charred flesh.

Akainu's towering frame stood amidst the ruins of a destroyed village. His signature dark red suit snapped fiercely in the hot wind, the hem of his Justice coat stained with drops of purple alien blood.

Standing a mere ten meters away was the Frieza Force's high-ranking executive, Zarbon.

The green-skinned, slender alien was looking at Akainu with the eyes of a hunter sizing up its prey. Zarbon stood with his arms crossed, not even bothering to activate the scouter on his face. For a warrior of his caliber, sensing ki was pure instinct.

To him, the middle-aged man in the red suit might have stronger ki than the gun-toting grunts, but in the eyes of the great Lord Zarbon, he was still nothing more than second-rate garbage.

"Turning your body into boiling mud?" Zarbon's lips curled into a cruel arc. "That kind of backwater planetary parlor trick might be good for a magic show to fool kids. But in front of a true galactic warrior, it's laughably pathetic."

Akainu ignored the cheap provocation. His chiseled, resolute face showed absolutely no fluctuation in emotion. He had zero interest in wasting breath on a universe-roaming pirate who slaughtered innocents.

Total annihilation was the only fitting judgment for evil.

Akainu's right arm began to expand violently. The suit sleeve carbonized and shattered from the extreme heat welling up from within. Dark red magma replaced flesh and blood, the molten rock rolling and surging as it emitted thick, pungent black smoke.

Several drops of boiling magma fell from his fingertips onto the blue grass. Sizzle. Namek's unique blue vegetation didn't even have time to catch fire; it was instantly incinerated into black ash by the thousands of degrees of heat, melting deep craters into the earth.

Watching this, the mockery in Zarbon's smile deepened. "The temperature isn't bad. Perfect for a barbecue. But what's the point of high heat if you can't hit your target?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zarbon vanished.

There was no crouching to jump, no preliminary tensing of muscles. He was simply erased from thin air. A piercing sonic boom followed in his wake—the roar of a physical body breaking the sound barrier through sheer, explosive speed.

An ordinary Marine Vice Admiral wouldn't even be able to track his afterimage. But Akainu stood at the very pinnacle of the One Piece world as a Marine Admiral. The Observation Haki he had forged through countless battles had long since woven an airtight sensory net around him.

If his eyes couldn't keep up, his spirit would.

A violent distortion rippled through the air on his left. A berserk current of air was tearing through space with savage force, aimed directly at his ribs.

Too fast. This kind of speed, derived purely from physical explosive power, was even more direct and brutal than Kizaru's light-speed kicks.

Akainu didn't dodge. He didn't even turn his head. He just stood there, rigid as a statue.

With a whistling shriek that tore through the air, Zarbon's long leg violently whipped into Akainu's waist. The kick carried enough terrifying force to shatter a small mountain. Zarbon could already picture the bloody explosion of flesh and bone. He loved the beautiful sound of self-righteous indigenous bones snapping.

However.

The muffled crack of shattering bones never came.

Zarbon felt his right leg go light, as if he had just kicked into a pile of boiling mud. His long leg, encased in the high-grade combat suit, passed through Akainu's dark red magma body without the slightest physical resistance. It pierced straight through the left side of his waist and exited out the right.

A clear flash of bewilderment crossed Zarbon's handsome face. His narrow eyes widened slightly.

How is this possible?

Even if the body could turn to mud, facing that level of absolute speed and power, it should have been blown into scattered chunks. Why was there absolutely no feeling of impact?

His proudest physical attack had completely missed.

A cruel arc pulled at the corner of Akainu's mouth. "Too slow."

Those three words were like the whispers of a Shinigami.

The pierced waist didn't collapse. Instead, the churning magma seemed to possess a life of its own, rapidly closing in around the intrusion. In a fraction of a second, the viscous molten rock clamped down tightly onto the leg that had just passed through it.

The absolute heat of several thousand degrees instantly unleashed its terrifying destructive power.

Zarbon's high-grade Frieza Force combat suit—which claimed to be able to withstand the impact of small meteorites—began to emit a screeching dissolving sound the second it touched the magma. The white specialized fibers rapidly blackened and curled. The foul stench of burning flesh rushed straight into Zarbon's nose.

"Ahhhhh!"

The excruciating pain completely warped Zarbon's elegantly maintained face. He was the executive who cared most about his appearance in Lord Frieza's entire army. How could he tolerate being burned by this filthy mud?!

He desperately tried to pull his leg out, but the magma clung to him like a curse, biting down relentlessly.

Akainu gave his enemy no chance to breathe. When dealing with evil, extermination must be absolute.

He pulled his left arm back violently. In mid-air, his entire arm transformed into a massive magma dog head. Dark red molten rock churned violently across its surface, and the two magma-formed eyes radiated chilling killing intent.

"Hound Blaze!"

Akainu let out a low roar. The gargantuan magma dog head unhinged its molten, blood-red jaws, carrying the apocalyptic momentum of destruction as it viciously snapped toward Zarbon's handsome head at point-blank range.

The surrounding air was instantly dried out by the extreme heat. Even the light around the dog's head heavily distorted.

Zarbon felt a genuine threat of death. The energy contained within that dog's head was staggering; if it clamped down solidly, even with a power level over twenty thousand, he would absolutely be reduced to a headless, charred corpse.

At the precipice of life and death, Zarbon finally abandoned all pretense of elegance and grace. He let out a blood-curdling scream, squeezing out every last drop of ki in his body without reservation.

A violent white shockwave exploded outward from his center in a frenzy. The blast carried a terrifying repulsive force, forcibly wedging a gap in the magma clamped around his right leg.

Using the recoil, Zarbon threw his entire weight backward with everything he had.

The gargantuan magma dog head roared past, merely grazing his scalp. The terrifying heat instantly ignited his signature long green braid.

Zarbon tumbled away like a broken sack, rolling wildly across the ground for over a dozen meters and smashing through several large rocks before finally coming to a pathetic halt.

He lay there, gasping heavily for air, his chest heaving violently. His once immaculate white combat suit was now in tatters. The right pant leg was mostly burned away, exposing the blistered, angry red skin underneath.

But what was truly unacceptable to him... was his proudest feature.

His face.

His long braid, which he meticulously groomed every day, was mostly charred off, emitting a nauseating burnt smell. Even worse... his handsome left cheek was now covered in horrifying, massive blisters from the glancing blow of the magma's heat. The blisters popped, oozing yellow pus.

Trembling, Zarbon reached up to touch the burns on his left cheek.

The sharp sting and the bumpy, ruined texture beneath his fingertips caused his extremely narcissistic mind to completely collapse.

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