Whitebeard Face Blown Off Novels & Stories

When Donald saw the white-haired woman walking toward him, his tense nerves slowly relaxed. Right now! Thousand Faces saw the slack Donald throw the needle sword at him. Donald, who had relaxed his guard, was directly stabbed by the needle sword and pierced through his chest. The needle sword initially staying in his chest was also bound by Thousand Faces. He dragged the needle sword back to his hand with the bandage on the hilt and laughed when he saw the looming spiritual body in front of him: "I wanted to catch you alive, but forget it. This result is acceptable, hahaha!"

Without missing a beat, Gideon turned toward the Heavenly Sword and crushed it into pieces with his bare hands. The impact of his actions echoed throughout the battlefield with two earth-shattering explosions. The intense energy coming from the leaders of both sides collapsed in that moment, creating a deathly hush over everything. Gideon's face was stern as he looked at Blake and Dean. "This is it. The end." His tone left no room for debate. It was a command.

This time he didn't smile. He drove forward with everything he had. I let myself fall. His eyes widened. For a heartbeat, he thought I'd lost my footing. Instead, I dropped onto one knee. His blade swept over my head. Too high. I thrust upward. The point punched through the gap beneath his breastplate. Not deep enough. His armor caught most of the strike. Still... Blood blossomed across the steel. He roared. His elbow smashed into the side of my head. The world spun.

But he wasn’t watching the water. That was his mistake. Without warning, a claw — formed entirely of seawater — lashed up and slashed across Bob’s neck and the side of his face. Flesh tore open. Bone flashed white. His throat was gone in an instant. He gasped, but no sound came. His larynx dangled uselessly from the gaping wound. Toni and Xian screamed in unison, frozen in horror, watching as Bob’s mutilated face turned toward them. Blood gurgled from his mouth, and his final, strangled breath painted the air red before he fell silently overboard.

Swisshh… While they were still trying to figure out what was happening, a flash of white light passed between two of them. And at that moment, they only saw light, but that light had ended one of them. "Huh?" The face of the elder who had fought Long Chen changed. He saw that one of his friends had lost his head, and not only that, a heavenly realm king who was difficult to kill had died so easily. "Who?" shouted the middle-aged man with a white beard angrily.

He surged forward like lightning and shouted, "Wind Blade Technique!" Countless wind blades filled the air, descending upon Chase like a torrential storm. "Scram!" Chase roared while throwing a single punch. The immense force of his strike tore through everything, obliterating the storm of wind blades. "What?!" The bearded man's pupils constricted in disbelief. He had not anticipated that his attack would be so easily dismantled. His Wind Blade Technique was utterly destroyed. Before he could react, Chase swung his palm. The strike sent the bearded man flying, blood spurting from his mouth as he crashed to the ground.

She had no blind spots either, so he had to get in close. “Singular thrusts, modified: Flash step!” He jumped at half the speed of light, straight at her. He twirled in the air, catching her face in a roundhouse. She fell to the floor, coughing. “I did it!” he yelled, before five more shapes stabbed him. As he was falling, he saw Ambeër raise an arm and form a white glowing orb. The orb fired a white beam straight at him, and he was already too exhausted to dodge. It hit him with full force, caving a hole in his chest. He gasped for air, struggling to restore his lungs. He landed on the floor, splattering it with blood. He writhed in pain as Ambeër walked over to him. Your regeneration is im

“Beast, and no Samurai! Come; let us see which of us the better man is.” Furiously incensed, Zempachi thrust with his spear at Tsunéhei; but he, trusting to his good sword, attacked Zempachi, who, cunning warrior as he was could gain no advantage. At last Zempachi, losing his temper, began fighting less carefully, so that Tsunéhei found an opportunity of cutting the shaft of his spear. Zempachi then drew his sword, and two of his retainers came up to assist him; but Tsunéhei killed one of them, and wounded Zempachi in the forehead. The second retainer fled affrighted at the youth's valor, and Zempachi was blinded by the blood which flowed from the wound on his forehead. Then Tsunéhei said--

The veins on his neck popped as if he was going to explode. “What the fuck just happened?!” The three remaining fighters looked stunned. They had never seen something so terrifying before in their lives. Kaze simply kicked a stool, and Gillian could easily cut the stool in half with his strength. Yet instead of that happening, Gillian and five other fighters were either killed or disabled. Even the broadsword, forged with refined steel, started to crack. Sitting on his couch, Zoro widened his eyes as his expression turned as white as a sheet.

Before I could think anything more of it, he yelled at me to get down. I fell to the ground as something hit the beast from behind. I could hear the claws of the beast scraping the little body attached to his. Blood had spurted from them and onto my face. I rolled away as Blake and the warriors pounced on the beast, as the little body was pushed aside.