"Mochi: Mochi Thrust!" Katakuri's cold voice rang out as his arm instantly transformed into mochi, extending countless sharp tendrils that shot toward Shiryu like a torrential downpour.
The tendrils cut through the air with eerie trajectories, as if aiming to pierce Shiryu's body into a sieve.
Shiryu's figure dodged like a ghost, his long blade swinging and creating waves of blade light that severed the tendrils one by one.
His movements were agile and swift, each swing of his blade seeming to tear through space, effortlessly neutralizing Katakuri's attacks.
"Blood Blade: Moon Slash!" Shiryu's voice carried a hint of madness as his long blade traced a blood-red arc through the air, aiming straight for Katakuri's chest.
The blade gleamed with an eerie light, as if imbued with boundless killing intent.
Katakuri's body quickly morphed into mochi, and the blade passed through him without causing any harm.
His body seemed like an illusory shadow; the blade could only slice through the air, unable to touch his true form.
"Mochi: Mochi Bind!" Katakuri's voice echoed once more as countless Mochi Tendrils rose from the ground like entwining vines, tightly binding Shiryu's body.
A flicker of surprise crossed Shiryu's eyes, but it was soon replaced by a maddened grin.
"Interesting!"
With a sudden shudder, Shiryu swung his long blade, severing the tendrils one by one.
Wherever the blade passed, the Mochi Tendrils were easily torn apart, but a trace of fatigue appeared on Shiryu's face.
However, Katakuri's assault did not cease.
His trident, carrying an unstoppable force, thrust straight toward Shiryu's chest.
The trident's edge gleamed with a cold light, as if intending to split Shiryu's body in two.
Shiryu quickly retreated, his long blade tracing blood-red arcs in the air as he attempted to block Katakuri's attacks.
But Katakuri's strength far exceeded his expectations; the trident's onslaught was like a violent storm, each strike carrying destructive power.
Perospero stood to the side, his gaze fixed intently on World lying on the ground.
A greedy glint shone in his eyes—if Katakuri defeated Shiryu, they could claim this powerful ability user.
But Shiryu's strength was not to be underestimated; this battle was far from over.
The fight escalated into a fever pitch.
Katakuri and Shiryu's figures darted rapidly through the dim corridor, their blade lights and trident shadows intertwining, erupting in deafening roars.
The walls crumbled under their assaults, the ground torn with countless fissures, and the air thick with the heavy scent of blood.
A frenzied light gleamed in Shiryu's eyes as he swung his long blade, generating waves of blood-red blade light.
His attacks were fierce and relentless, each strike posing a lethal threat.
Yet, Katakuri's power made him feel a hint of pressure.
His body had been bound by the Mochi Tendrils multiple times. Though he broke free each time, the drain on his stamina left him feeling slightly fatigued.
"Your attacks are useless against me, and far too slow!" Katakuri's voice was as cold as ice.
His Observation Haki had long foreseen every one of Shiryu's movements—the opponent's strikes appeared to him like slow motion, utterly devoid of threat.
Before Shiryu's blade could even approach, Katakuri's body had already evaded in advance.
His trident carved a sharp arc through the air, heading straight for Shiryu's chest.
A flicker of madness crossed Shiryu's eyes as a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Is that so?"
He suddenly halted, then thrust his longsword fiercely into his own body!
The blade pierced through flesh, blood dripping along the edge and falling to the ground with a drip-drip sound.
Intense pain instantly flooded his eyes with blood, a crimson glow of bloodlust flashing in his pupils.
At that moment, his Armament Haki abruptly intensified.
A black aura, like flames, coiled around his body, and his speed doubled compared to before!
"What about now?!" Shiryu's voice carried boundless madness and provocation.
His figure moved like a blood-red lightning bolt.
As his longsword swung, it trailed streaks of crimson blade light, closing in on Katakuri in an instant.
"Stimulating your senses through pain... Interesting." Katakuri's gaze remained stern, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at Perospero, a hint of implication flashing in his eyes.
Perospero immediately understood, quietly circling to the side, preparing to seize an opportunity to snatch World away.
"Then... I'd be delighted to oblige." Katakuri murmured softly.
His trident was suddenly coated in a layer of pitch-black Armament Haki, and his figure moved like a ghost, clashing fiercely with Shiryu's longsword.
Katakuri's eyes were cold and sharp.
His trident carved arcs of black light through the air, continuously colliding with Shiryu's blade flashes.
Their figures darted rapidly through the dim corridor, blade lights and trident shadows intertwining, the roar of clashes unceasing.
"Dragon Human Form!!!" Katakuri's voice suddenly rang out as his body underwent a drastic transformation.
White dragon scales rapidly emerged from within him, covering his entire body to form a layer of dragon-scale armor!
A pair of dragon horns sprouted from his head, his arms thickened and enlarged, and his height increased by three meters!
His trident, too, was enveloped in a layer of pitch-black Armament Haki, exuding an intimidating aura.
A flicker of surprise crossed Shiryu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a mad grin.
"Now this is interesting!" His longsword swung, trailing streaks of blood-red blade light, heading straight for Katakuri's chest.
However, Katakuri's Dragon Human Form had greatly enhanced both his defense and attack power.
With a mighty swing of his trident, he stirred up a gust of wind, shattering Shiryu's blade lights one by one.
"Die!" Katakuri's voice rang out coldly.
His trident, carrying an unstoppable force, shot straight toward Shiryu's chest.
Shiryu's figure rapidly retreated, his longsword carving arcs of blood-red light in the air as he attempted to block Katakuri's attack.
Yet,
Katakuri was faster, piercing through his defenses like a thunderbolt and striking Shiryu squarely in the chest!
"Guh!" Shiryu's body was sent flying backward by the immense impact, crashing heavily against the wall.
The wall crumbled under his impact, rubble raining down like a storm.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his eyes still gleamed with a maddened light.
"Hahaha! This is the fight I've been craving!" Shiryu's voice carried boundless madness as he burst forth from the wreckage, his longsword sweeping through the air and trailing crimson arcs of blade light, charging straight toward Katakuri!
"Dragon Halberd Slash!" Katakuri's cold voice rang out as his trident surged with unstoppable force straight toward Shiryu's chest.
The halberd's edge gleamed with a black radiance, as if intending to slice Shiryu's body in two.
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