Chapter 489: Bullet’s cha
"dium Bullet form!" Bullet shouted.
As he spoke, the surrounding soil began to swirl and envelop him.
Like battle armor, it layered over Bullet’s robust fra.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Soon, a new form of Bullet erged.
The rocks encased him in a cha-like structure, glinting with a cold, black sheen.
The cha’s components were studded with countless muzzles and gun barrels.
It was an intimidating sight.
This was Bullet’s latest combat form, the "dium Bullet" form.
The na remained unchanged.
But its appearance was entirely new.
Once, during a certain battle, Crocodile’s words had sparked inspiration in Bullet.
"Since you can make yourself explode, why stick to that junk?" Crocodile had said.
It was a casual jab, criticizing Bullet’s use of the fusion effect from a submarine he called the Catapult.
Crocodile’s offhand remark had awakened Bullet.
Thereafter, his interdiate form transford.
He began using local materials, adapting on the spot.
Explosions beca his power source, mimicking endless gunfire.
This evolved into the cha-like style he now employed.
The cha drew inspiration from a comic book.
Ironically, that comic featured a cha protagonist modeled after Bullet himself.
It was a mutual exchange of ideas.
"Is this your fighting form? It looks intriguing." Aizen remarked.
He observed Bullet’s new appearance and nodded approvingly.
It had a sci-fi flair, though its true power was yet to be seen.
"There’s sothing even more interesting!" Bullet replied.
From within the cha, his voice sounded muffled but undiminished in fervor.
He wasted no more words and launched into action.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A giant fist, cloaked in thick Armant Haki, swung toward Aizen.
The ten-ter-tall cha’s fist created an oppressive height difference.
For Aizen, it held no fear.
He rely extended his left hand and firmly blocked the descending fist.
In an instant, the fist exploded, the blast deafening.
A massive shockwave sent nearby earth and rocks flying.
Many contestants, previously stunned by Bullet’s Conqueror’s Haki, snapped awake.
They quickly retreated to the outer periter.
Among the Thousand-Year Dragons under the waterfall, the weaker ones instinctively flew to safety.
This scene made many eyes flicker with interest.
So began to follow discreetly.
As these movents unfolded, the battlefield between Bullet and Aizen roared with continuous explosions.
At its center, the towering cha unleashed a barrage of firepower.
Countless muzzles blasted the area ahead.
The smallest bullets and shells were as thick as an average person’s arm, propelled at high speed by explosive force.
Upon impact, they detonated instantly.
Indeed, these projectiles were explosive, designed to burst on contact.
Their explosive power rivaled TNT of equivalent weight.
Each detonation carried Armant Haki, amplifying their lethality.
Such attacks were effective even against Logia users.
Their power was considerable.
Most crucially, the attacks were rapid and dense.
Unlike slow-firing warship cannons, Bullet’s assaults were swift and relentless.
In a single second, he could unleash over ten rounds, like a submachine gun.
For an ordinary foe facing Bullet, enduring such close-range bombardnt would be dire.
At the very least, it would be far from easy.
Boom!
Boom!
Waves of shockwaves swept outward.
The ground trembled, centered on the battlefield.
Contestants who had gathered watched in awe.
"Is that the power of Sengoku Bullet? It’s terrifying, like a war machine!" a Demon Pattern user remarked, observing from a distance.
Marine Admiral Kizaru, nearby, overheard and smirked.
"Sengoku Bullet? I wonder what Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s face would look like hearing that nickna still in use."
Kizaru chuckled at the thought of Sengoku’s livid expression.
He was professionally trained.
Unless he couldn’t help it, he wouldn’t laugh.
But Sengoku’s na being used as a nickna was indeed amusing to Kizaru.
The title "Sengoku Bullet" stemd from Bullet’s current bombardnt style.
This approach was also evident in his signature "Large Bullet" form.
When activated, it resembled a colossal, mobile war fortress with staggering destructive power.
It could easily raze a kingdom in short order, rivaling Marine’s Buster Call.
Thus, Morgans had once dubbed him Sengoku Bullet.
At the ti, Sengoku, already Marine Fleet Admiral, was baffled.
His na beca soone else’s nickna?
That was unacceptable!
He spent a night in a "pleasant" discussion with Morgans.
The title was subsequently retracted from the newspapers.
Yet, even now, so still recognized Bullet by the Sengoku moniker.
The na Sengoku Bullet had faded.
Were it not for the more striking Reverberation Devil title, Bullet’s devil-thed nickna might have changed.
Kizaru found it amusing that the na lingered.
However, his amusent gave way to solemnity.
Bullet, the Reverberation Devil, had earned his title facing three Marine Admirals.
Seeing Bullet’s battle now, Kizaru felt uneasy.
Since when did Marine Admirals gain fa by being trampled by pirates?
After that major battle, so voices claid the Admirals were unworthy of their rank.
This sentint frustrated Kizaru, who felt unfairly blad.
They trained diligently in Haki and fruit abilities.
Yet, Bullet, with his brute strength, had bested them.
In this new era, everyone seed to have cheats, except them. That was the most infuriating part.
No, that wasn’t entirely true.
Kizaru recalled Akainu.
Sakazuki’s stern, brooding face flashed in his mind.
That man had embraced the Demon Pattern era, wielding magical power.
Kizaru had great confidence in Sakazuki’s magical abilities.
If he committed to mastering it, his strength could soar.
Becoming a demigod, or even greater, was not impossible.
But there was no "if."
Sakazuki resisted such power, rejecting its cultivation.
This left Kizaru slightly regretful.
Even with the Holy Light Potion from the Kingdom of Miracles, Demon Pattern users’ lifespans were far shorter than ordinary people’s, especially at higher levels.
Thus, Kizaru’s regret was fleeting.
( End of this Chapter)
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