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"Life returned?" Ron's expression grew serious.
The esoteric technique of Life Return surpasses the Naval Headquarters' Six Styles, a rarity even among elite Vice Admirals. In this state, one can minimize physical function and consumption, surviving for more than ten days without food or water.
This guy has mastered Life Return, retaining at least 70% to 80% of his peak combat power.
"Death lion!" Bo Ross's pupils dilated as he struck. Fusing Conqueror's and Armament Haki, his punch obliterated everything in its path. For a moment, Ron's mind went blank, his heart stolen by the sheer force of the blow.
Boom!
At the last second, Ron's Conqueror's Haki surged forth, the wills colliding as he leaped back. The ground sank deeply where Bo Ross's fist struck, leaving a crater stretching hundreds of meters and spiderweb cracks across thousands more.
"Jihe! Frostfall and Cold Prison!" Ron slashed downward, a chill that could freeze the soul flowing from him. Having been in Freezing Hell so long, he had mastered its cold aura. Using his Conqueror's Haki to mimic Freezing Hell's chill, he wielded an ice-cold power capable of stifling his enemy's will.
Even if it lasts only a moment, it could turn the tide.
"Conqueror's Haki mixed with swordsmanship? Not bad!" Snowflakes drifted down as Bo Ross looked at the ice crystals forming on his body, briefly feeling the effects of freezing.
But his own Haki flared, shattering the ice. "Kid, you weren't even born when I awakened Conqueror's Haki!"
Their clash was intense, with dark red and purple Haki locking in a stalemate. Ron seized the moment, delivering a kick to Ross's chest, then following with a concealed, unremarkable slash.
"Breaking Blade!" Bo Ross's eyes narrowed, sensing more danger from this strike than from their Haki clash. As soon as the blade made contact, it sliced through his defenses.
"Sharp blade you've got there!" He looked at his bleeding hand, a sensation he hadn't felt in years.
The fierce battle raged for a whole day and night, but Bo Ross's energy waned. While his Life Return retained much of his strength, years of imprisonment had taken their toll.
"Feeling tired? Breathing a bit harder?" Ron's fitness had hardly waned, while his opponent's strength was now halved. The outcome was set.
Bo Ross swayed, feeling a sudden dizziness and unsteady footing. "Poison? What a cowardly move!"
"Poison?" Ron smirked, wiping his blade. "Against you, I don't need poison. But this blade corrodes blood, causes organ failure, and ensures death." Armament Haki may seal wounds, but it couldn't fully protect against Crimson Cry's effects. After a day of fighting, Bo Ross's body was entirely tainted.
"It's been fun, but it's over!" Ron raised his dark red blade, blending Kendo, Armament, and Conqueror's Haki into a final strike, unleashing an aura that shook the spirit.
He had learned this fusion of Haki from Bo Ross but refined it into his swordplay for even more power.
The blade's slow descent radiated force. Even Bo Ross fell into a brief daze, his mind going blank.
Slash!
Blood gushed as Crimson Cry drank deeply. Ron smiled, satisfied by his growing strength and victory. This battle might not have been his greatest, but it was certainly fair.
Victory! Strength!
Everything in one!
"The third evolution!" Ron gazed at Crimson Cry, its glow darkening as it absorbed Bo Ross's essence, preparing for a third evolution. Crimson Cry had taken half a month for its second evolution; this time, it would take longer—possibly months, maybe even a year.
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Three months passed quietly.
The Eternal Hell on Impel Down's sixth floor was half-empty. Admiral-level criminals like Otis and Starita, those with formidable Zoan and Haki abilities, had been cleared out by Ron. The remaining ones either held special status or were designated for permanent imprisonment.
Practicing diligently, Ron's life slowed down as he adjusted to Impel Down's confinement. "No wonder people hate it here," he muttered, slashing through the air with a strike that nearly shattered the fifth floor.
Three months of practice had honed his swordsmanship further. One more step, and he could rival an Admiral with Kendo alone—a level of mastery few swordsmen ever achieve.
Great Swordsmen, as they're known, stand atop the swordsman hierarchy, with only a few, like Redfield, rivaling legends like Whitebeard and Roger through pure swordsmanship.
Only one swordsman is known to wield true Admiral-level power without relying on other skills [Redfield now]. In contrast, many Marine and Pirate swordsmen achieve Admiral-level combat ability by combining their skills rather than mastering pure Kendo. True Great Swordsmen wield swordsmanship alone to equal the Admiral-level powerhouses.
Ron looked down at Crimson Cry, observing its deeper color. The evolution process was still ongoing, likely to take another month or two to complete. As Crimson Cry was the first weapon he evolved, it was also the furthest along, likely to reach its fourth evolution first.
"It's taking so long to evolve for the third time—will the fourth evolution take years?" he wondered, but his training was paying off.
His Armament and Observation Haki had each evolved, too. Observation Haki now extended up to a kilometer, allowing him to communicate with animals and to predict attacks by reading subtle muscle and facial movements. Such Haki expertise takes decades to achieve, demanding immense focus.
His Armament Haki had evolved twice, enhancing its strength and quantity. Originally capable of external release, his Armament Haki could now solidify into tangible force, a feat few had achieved. This improvement doubled his defensive power and destructive capabilities.
The Undead Battleship now held five Admiral-level slaves under his command, their abilities fully harnessed.
His time here had yielded ample rewards, but now, he felt it was time to leave Impel Down.
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