novelraw Chapter 169 Melee
Chapter 169 Melee
Chapter 169 Melee
The alleyways are narrow and have many branching paths, with mottled high walls on both sides.
Phinks's figure left afterimages in the alley. His movement was not in a straight line, but rather like a pinball bouncing at high speed between the two walls. The huge gems embedded in his ten fingers drew dangerous trajectories in the dim light.
Lieutenant General Fire Mountain wore a smile, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Holding a long sword, he used "Shave" and "Moonwalk" to relentlessly pursue him. The sword light was like a leech, always able to predict the landing point of Phinks's projectiles, forcing him into dangerous situations.
"Heh, not bad speed, Navy guy!"
As Finks made a sudden stop and turned around, he suddenly threw a punch at the air behind him!
It wasn't an attack on the burning mountain, but rather a strike at a "barrier/bounce wall" in the air!
A semi-transparent, diamond-shaped barrier with strange patterns on its edges instantly unfolded in front of his fist! The tip of Huoshaoshan's pursuing sword pierced the barrier precisely!
"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, but instead of a penetrating sensation, the tip of the sword delivered a sudden, intensified impact that returned along the same path!
Huoshaoshan's expression changed slightly. He flicked his wrist and used the force to do a backflip, dissipating the force, but his pursuit rhythm had been interrupted.
In another, darker side alley, Feitan's short figure almost blended into the shadows.
Lieutenant General Strawberry, wearing a hat and wielding two swords, slowly advanced, his Observation Haki fully activated, capturing every trace of killing intent in the air.
Suddenly, Feitan burst out of the shadows in the corner like a ghost, moving so fast that he was just a streak of golden light!
He suddenly had a dark-colored lump of clay in his hand, which seemed to be wriggling with life, and he slammed it against the door of the Stolbery!
Storoberg crossed his twin swords, a flash of cold light!
"Whoosh!" The clay lump was precisely cut into four pieces without exploding.
But the cut clay pieces strangely adhered to his twin blades and spread rapidly!
"Huh?" Stroberry immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to shake off.
"Too late." Feitan's hoarse voice rang out. He had already retreated several meters and snapped his fingers.
"Clay Bomb - Silently Attached to Bones!"
The clay adhering to the blade suddenly collapsed inward, followed by two extremely muffled "pop, pop!" sounds, as if they were explosions submerged in water!
There was no fire, only intense high-frequency shockwaves emanating from the blade!
Storoberry felt his arm go numb instantly, his hand split open, and he almost dropped his twin swords!
Fine cracks appeared on the blade!
This explosion does not aim for widespread damage, but rather for extreme penetration and destruction of the attached material!
For the first time, Stromberg's eyes, hidden beneath his hat brim, revealed shock and anger. He decisively abandoned his knife and retreated, covering his palms with Armament Haki, assuming a stance to fight unarmed.
Feitan had once again disappeared into the shadows, like the most patient viper, searching for the next opportunity to strike.
Huoshaoshan steadied himself and quickly exchanged a glance with Stoloberry, whose arm was trembling slightly and who had temporarily lost his usual weapon.
"We can't let them confine the battlefield to the alleyways!" Huoshaoshan shouted, plunging his longsword into the ground!
"Blazing Slash - Earth-Surging Fire Spring!"
Centered on the tip of the sword, blazing flames erupted in a fan shape from the alleyway ahead!
The goal is not to directly hit agile enemies, but to clear obstacles, create open areas, and force them to move!
At the same time, Storoberry took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and then thrust them forward!
"Shockwave - Storm Pressure!"
The invisible, massive shockwave, combined with the flames, acted like an invisible giant hand, pushing and clearing away all the debris and surface residue in the alley ahead!
Phinks' barrier can withstand attacks, but faced with such a wide-range AOE impact and burning flames, it has no choice but to temporarily retreat and be forced deeper into the alley.
Feitan's figure was also forced out of the shadows, the sticky clay deforming in his hands.
The narrow alleyway warfare was being forcibly transformed by the two experienced lieutenant generals into a semi-open area that was more conducive to their coordinated efforts!
The pressure on Phinks and Feitan has increased dramatically.
Meanwhile, the wide main road had been reduced to scorched earth, filled with smoke, and in the distance, the burning port and the ever-approaching naval follow-up forces were visible.
Franklin was like an immovable fortress, his arms firing machine guns that never stopped roaring!
"Da da da da da—!!!"
The scorching bullets formed two intersecting lines of deadly fire, pinning down the naval formation that was attempting a frontal charge, keeping it a hundred meters away!
Armored vehicles were torn to shreds, makeshift bunkers were riddled with bullets, and naval soldiers could only lie prone on the ground, unable to lift their heads.
Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel stood at the very front of the formation, his expression stern.
His sword, covered in solid Armament Haki, was suddenly swung forward!
"Sword Qi - Severing Flow!"
A condensed crescent-shaped flying slash shot out, not to attack Franklin's body, but to precisely cut into a line of psychic bullets, briefly creating an opening in the dense stream of bullets!
"Now! Commando! Charge!" the flying squirrel shouted.
A squad of elite naval personnel, clad in heavy armor and wielding massive shields, seized the opportunity to burst out from the gap and charged fearlessly toward Franklin, braving the now sparser barrage of psychic bullets!
However, they had only charged less than twenty meters when a figure wrapped in bandages appeared like a ghost on the flank of their charge.
Peskov began his dance.
"Battle Song: The Flames of War Revolve!"
His body spun rapidly, the bandages like burning ribbons, and the blazing flames splashed outwards in a ring as he spun!
It instantly ignited the flank of the assault team!
"Battle Song: Explosive Footsteps!"
Every step he took on the ground caused a small but concentrated explosion at the point of impact, blasting the navy that was trying to surround him into chaos!
He did not confront the flying squirrel head-on, but rather moved like a deadly whirlwind through the naval formation, targeting weak points in the defenses, command nodes, and long-range units that were trying to interfere with Franklin's firing!
Flames and explosions erupted one after another along his dance path, throwing the orderly military formation into chaos!
Seeing the assault team being blocked and their formation disrupted, the flying squirrel's eyes sharpened.
He knew he had to deal with these two "scavengers" as soon as possible, especially that firing point!
"Iron Body - Steel!" the flying squirrel shouted, its entire body covered in a deeper Armament Haki, enduring the sporadic Nen bullets fired at it, its body moving like lightning as it charged straight at Franklin!
The sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, clearly interrupting Franklin's continuous firing!
Faced with a close-range attack by a lieutenant general, Franklin finally stopped his seemingly endless barrage of fire.
His massive body turned slightly toward the flying squirrel, the muzzles of his guns were turned around, and his ten fingers suddenly came together!
"Convergence of Thoughts, Heavy Artillery Impact!"
The ten streams of psychic bullets instantly merged into two even thicker, more solid psychic cannons with exponentially increasing destructive power!
Like two giant cannons roaring simultaneously, it shot towards the charging flying squirrel! The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp explosion!
The flying squirrel's pupils contracted, and it dared not take the hit head-on. It quickly turned around and, with its exquisite "paper drawing" technique, narrowly avoided the edge of the Nen cannon!
The psychic cannon blasted into the ground behind him, creating two huge craters!
Just as the flying squirrel dodged and its movements faltered slightly, Peelov's dance spun right to his side!
"Battle Song: Instant Fire Thrust!"
Lev's arm, now stripped of its bandages, resembled a spear, its fingertips glowing with highly compressed flames, which pierced the flying squirrel's ribcage like a poisonous stinger!
The flying squirrel remained calm under pressure and parried with its sword!
"Clang!" The flames collided with the sword blade, exploding into a burst of fire!
Franklin then took the opportunity to point his gun at the main naval force that was trying to regroup in the distance, and unleashed another storm of psychic bullets!
The flying squirrel, alone, faces both the unpredictable and swift close-quarters combat of Lev and the ever-present threat of Franklin's long-range heavy artillery, putting him in a passive situation of fighting two against one!
Meanwhile, the elite naval forces he brought suffered heavy casualties under the combined onslaught of the psychic storm and the dance of flames, making it difficult for them to advance even a single step.