Chapter 182: Sanji vs. Law!!
Deep within the dense forest surrounding Amazon Lily, the clash of metal and energy tore apart the silence of noon.
Clang—!!
A deafening impact far heavier than ordinary steel collision exploded outward. A tangible shockwave spread in a circular ring, instantly shearing off a layer of leaves from the surrounding ancient trees.
Two figures collided at the center of the blast before separating.
One of them was violently blown away by an overwhelming force—
Trafalgar D. Water Law.
He was hurled backward through the air, his back smashing through several thick vines in succession. Yet there was not the slightest panic in his eyes.
Just before crashing into a rock wall, he suddenly slammed one hand toward the ground.
"ROOM!"
With a low shout, a deep-blue spherical field erupted from his palm.
This time, the domain was far larger than before. In an instant it expanded and stretched outward like an inverted sky dome, covering nearly half the island's forest.
Inside the field, the air became heavy and murderous.
It was as if the rules of matter themselves had fallen into the hands of the Surgeon of Death.
Using the recoil force from activating the domain, Law forcefully halted his momentum and stepped in midair.
The cursed sword Kikoku let out an excited hum.
Jet-black Armament Haki surged up from the hilt like a rising tide, instantly coating the entire blade in a matte darkness.
Even more astonishing—
Under the extreme activation of the Ope Ope no Mi, countless tiny green lightning serpents burst from the blade.
They wrapped around the Armament Haki, crackling with destructive energy.
Whoosh—!
In the next instant—
Law disappeared.
This wasn't mere speed.
Through the spatial ability of ROOM: Amputation, he performed a near-instant teleportation.
He reappeared diagonally above another figure in midair.
Kikoku—wrapped in green lightning and Armament Haki—became a deadly black line piercing through space as it stabbed downward.
This strike combined Haki, Devil Fruit power, and spatial manipulation.
A perfect killing blow.
Opposite him—
Sanji hovered in midair.
Beneath his feet, the air rippled from intense heat distortion.
His hands remained casually tucked in his trouser pockets. The hem of his fitted suit fluttered in the strong wind, his expression calm—completely out of place amid the fierce battle.
Even though Rayleigh had instructed him to use only Haki and kicking techniques in this fight, Sanji showed no hesitation.
Facing Law's terrifying strike that fused fruit power, Haki, and space manipulation—
Sanji's eyes simply sharpened, like a precision instrument locking onto its target.
His hands stayed in his pockets.
His right leg slowly bent upward.
As he moved, a deep, heavy black sheen spiraled upward from his shin.
This wasn't simple coating.
It was an incredibly refined spiraling Armament Haki, twisting like a living thing around his leg.
The spirals compressed enormous power into the tip of his knee, giving it the dense luster and hardness of obsidian.
There was no roar.
No buildup.
Just before Kikoku's tip could reach the space between his brows—
Sanji's raised knee exploded upward like a falling meteor or erupting volcano.
Before the leg even arrived, the sheer pressure from his supreme Armament Haki and physical technique caused the air between them to burst violently.
Time itself seemed compressed to its limit.
Sanji's obsidian-like spiral knee—
and Kikoku's lightning-wrapped blade tip—
collided after a fraction of absolute silence.
BOOOOM!!!
There was no metallic clang.
It sounded more like two invisible mountains collapsing.
An unimaginable burst of energy erupted from the point of contact.
First came a blinding flash of white light—
Then it transformed into a destructive sphere of energy mixed with black and green lightning, rapidly expanding outward.
Law's pupils shrank.
His attack—containing his Haki, Devil Fruit power, and full strength—could not advance even a single millimeter.
Even worse—
From the spiraling Armament Haki around Sanji's knee came a bizarre rotational force.
It not only stopped the blade—
It began grinding away at the Haki and lightning gathered at Kikoku's tip.
"What?!"
Alarm bells rang in Law's mind.
He could feel the power on his blade being rapidly consumed and dismantled.
"Armament Haki isn't just about hardness, you idiot surgeon."
Sanji's cold voice cut through the thunderous energy.
He still maintained his one-legged stance in midair, hands in pockets, as if the devastating force between them was nothing more than a breeze.
"Flowing… penetration… internal destruction…"
"Did you only learn coating?"
Before Law could react—
The spiral Armament Haki around Sanji's knee began spinning even faster.
"Mincing Spin Kick!"
Instead of retreating, the knee drilling against Kikoku suddenly thrust forward violently.
At the same time—
Sanji's other leg moved.
It was so fast it vanished from sight before appearing again instantly.
Wrapped in the same spiraling black Armament Haki, it became a whip-like strike tearing through the air as it lashed upward toward Law's wide-open torso.
Life and death hung on a single moment.
Law's battle instincts surged to their absolute limit.
He decisively abandoned the clash and clenched his left hand.
"ROOM: Counter Shock—Command!"
Space around Kikoku's tip suddenly twisted.
Instead of pushing forward, a reverse repulsion force appeared.
Borrowing the tremendous force from Sanji's knee, Law was flung backward like a stone from a slingshot.
At the same time, his wrist twisted at an impossible angle.
Kikoku traced a desperate arc as he barely blocked Sanji's rising kick.
BAM!—CRACK!
First came a dull impact.
Then a faint but horrifying sound of bone fracturing.
Though Law managed to block the kick with the side of his blade, the terrifying penetration and rotational force of Sanji's spiraling Haki still passed through the sword.
His wrist shook violently.
Blood burst from his palm.
His arm bones groaned under the strain.
Like being struck by a battering ram, Law was blasted downward even faster than before.
BOOM!!
His body smashed into the rocky ground below, creating a crater dozens of meters wide. Dust shot into the sky as shattered stones rained down.
High above—
The aftermath of the energy explosion slowly faded.
Sanji lowered his leg calmly.
Hovering above the settling smoke, he brushed nonexistent dust from his trousers.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Now he finally understood Luffy's behavior yesterday.
Bullying weaker opponents didn't give much experience… and it wasn't exactly honorable.
But—
It felt amazing.
At the edge of the battlefield, a completely different atmosphere existed.
While the forest echoed with violent combat—
One small corner looked almost like a vacation spot.
Silvers Rayleigh lay comfortably on a woven rattan lounge chair he had somehow acquired.
He wore loose linen clothes, relaxed and at ease.
Beside him, on a crude wooden stump, sat a small jug of sake and a ceramic cup.
Rayleigh squinted his eyes and occasionally took a sip.
Yet his gaze was like a precise measuring instrument, analyzing every detail of the battle in the distance.
"Hahaha! Not bad! Very spirited!"
Seeing Law's massive ROOM domain and Sanji's effortless spiral knee clash, Rayleigh laughed loudly in praise.
The strong sake burned down his throat before leaving a sweet aftertaste.
Just like the battle between these two youths—
Sharp.
And full of potential.
Trafalgar Law…
Rayleigh evaluated silently.
The boy's mastery of the Ope Ope no Mi had already reached an astonishing level.
The scale of his domain.
His precise spatial swaps.
The way he combined his fruit ability with Armament Haki and swordsmanship.
All of it showed extraordinary intelligence and deep understanding.
Any Devil Fruit involving spatial rules has monstrous potential.
And in his hands, this fruit has found the right owner.
In swordsmanship, Law's use of Kikoku was fierce and unpredictable.
Combined with his fruit's abilities, its trajectory became extremely difficult to read.
He had already reached the peak of the swordsman realm.
However—
Rayleigh took another sip of sake.
The step from swordsman to great swordsman isn't about technique.
It's about "intent."
He must find a sword path that belongs uniquely to the Surgeon of Death, rather than treating the blade as an extension of his fruit power.
His weaknesses were obvious as well.
Law's movement and strength looked impressive thanks to his fruit and techniques.
But fundamentally—
He still had the physical base of a normal human.
Against true top-tier martial artists in prolonged combat, his stamina and recovery would become weaknesses.
His Armament Haki and Observation Haki were also still relatively young.
There was still a gap in areas like Future Sight or sensing extreme killing intent.
Overall…
Rayleigh concluded inwardly.
Excluding the extreme tactical value of his Devil Fruit…
In direct combat strength, he's roughly at the level of a top-tier Vice Admiral.
A dangerous tactical core and assassin—but not yet a decisive powerhouse.
Rayleigh's gaze shifted to the golden figure in the sky.
Sanji…
Even Rayleigh felt slightly surprised.
The boy's progress in both Haki types was terrifyingly fast.
His Armament Haki had already begun touching the principles of flow and internal destruction.
His Observation Haki was exceptionally sharp.
He was only a thin layer away from reaching the top-tier threshold.
Perhaps a sudden enlightenment—
Or a life-or-death battle—
would be enough to break that barrier.
Even more troublesome was his body.
The Germa genetic modifications gave him monstrous bone density, muscle strength, and recovery ability.
Unless he was killed instantly, he could recover like an indestructible cockroach.
And on top of that—
The so-called invincible Logia fruit—
The Rumble-Rumble Fruit.
Martial arts, Haki, Devil Fruit, and bloodline…
Four systems stacked together.
The result is a qualitative transformation.
Rayleigh could clearly see it.
Sanji's combat style was gradually merging all of them.
Lightning-enhanced speed.
Kicks infused with penetrating Haki.
Explosive power from his Devil Fruit.
And genetic durability that allowed him to fight recklessly.
What he lacks now…
Is experience integrating everything into his own complete combat style.
And exposure to even higher levels of Haki.
But even so…
Rayleigh tilted his head back and finished the last of his sake.
The smile on his face widened.
His overall strength has already firmly reached the level of a top-tier Yonko Commander…
Perhaps even touching the edge of something greater.
What a monstrous seedling.
"Hahaha… this sea is becoming more interesting by the day!"
Rayleigh suddenly set down his cup and shouted toward the battlefield.
"Hey! You two!"
His voice wasn't loud.
Yet it clearly pierced through the roaring battle.
"Don't just focus on smashing each other!"
"Control the rhythm of the fight, seize the right timing—"
"And most importantly…"
"In a desperate situation, find that tiny possibility of victory!"
"That's the true key to a life-and-death battle!"
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