Shiryu turned his head and looked at the dancing clown staring at him from outside the cell.
"Is that a prison or a ghost?" Shiryu frowned. He looked at the clown's bloodied arm and the bloody balloon head floating in his arms. His eyes changed slightly, "hmph, it doesn't matter, take my sword."
In the next moment, Shiryu tossed away the white cloth dripping with blood, stepped out of the cell with his famous storm of swords technique, and striked the clown. The clown tilted its head and smiled sinisterly. Raising its left hand, the bloodied sword spun on the tip of its fingers, seeming to be dancing.
Clang! Without saying a word, the electric storm suddenly pierced the sky, covered in Armament Haki, and hit the clown with unparalleled force. This sword was so fast. Like the shining electric flash in the night, it's impossible to follow with the naked eye!
The clown laughed. The blade is like a mountain crumbling down, crushing the clown's body, splitting it in half on the spot. Boom! The ground behind the clown cracked, and horrible cuts penetrated through, a crack that was tens of meters long appeared, and the prisoners in their cells shivered and trembled from the sheer force of the move, thinking of what would have happened if they were the ones who got hit.
Shiryu frowned. The clown was split in two, but the body that was split in two hasn't spilled a drop of blood. Instead, the split clown kept its sinister smile on its face. In the next second, the split clown moved independently, its gloved hands that were phantom-like had sneakily grabbed Shiryu's sleeve.
In a flash, blood sprayed, an arm was directly ripped off without resistance or effort! Shiryu snorted, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He suddenly made a move, his figure darted with swiftness, and at the same time, he used his only right arm to lift the sword again and try to truly kill the clown.
However, this time, the sword penetrated right through the clown's body and landed on the ground with a heavy thud. The sinister dancing clown tilted its head, its split body gradually healed, holding on to Shiryu's bloody severed arm in its hand, its face never flinching from the sinister smile. Shiryu's pupils contracted. Obviously, the first attack opened the clown's body. Not only did the second attack did no damage to the clown, but its previous wounds healed?
In the next moment, Shiryu understood that the ghost had tricked him. The clown's smile was taunting, as if it was toying with him. *Tap* The clown took a step forward, its figure suddenly disappeared, as if it melted into the darkness. Shiryu just stared in the abyss, red light flashing in his pupils. He scrutinized every corner of the surroundings. But he couldn't find a trace of the clown.
In the darkness that Shiryu couldn't see, the clown held a human head-shaped balloon, just watching in joyous glee, its smile widening even further... At this moment, the clown's strange laughter echoed in Shiryu's ears.
Buggy's eyes widened with horror in the distance, only to feel that the pores of his whole body had shrunk and his hair was standing on end. The lights in the corridor flickered dimmed. It's not that the light bulb needs to be replaced, but something has stuck to the bulb blocking the light. That's... a piece of guts!
Shiryu of the Rain! At this moment, Buggy saw clearly that Shiryu of the Rain had died at the hands of the clown, and the body was torn to pieces. Now the entire passageway is full of Shiryu's flesh and blood, his body torn and the pieces are scattered everywhere from floor to walls to the ceiling that left it dripping blood, and even Shiryu's head can be seen rolling to one side, his eyes wide with a thousand yard stare.
"Guru..." Buggy tried to escape, but his legs trembled so much that he couldn't even lift his foot. Shiryu of the Rain died in front of Buggy's eyes. His death was so gruesome, bloody, and absolutely graphic, that it left even buggy the clown, known as a pirate who sailed with roger and has seen many deaths in his lifetime get traumatized.