One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Without the slightest hesitation, Kiro's blood surged and boiled with a thought.

A piercing, bone-scraping pain surged through my heart, as if my meridians were being torn apart.

Kiro's body gradually turned red, and a mist of blood seeped from his pores, forming a pale red area around him.

Despite the excruciating pain, Kiro felt an unprecedented surge of immense power rising and flowing within his body.

This power seemed capable of tearing the sky apart and boiling rivers!

With just a slight exertion of his foot, the plaza centered on him cracked into a spiderweb pattern stretching for hundreds of meters.

Excruciating pain coursed through his body. Knowing he didn't have much time left, he gripped the Dragon Slayer tightly, and his figure suddenly blurred and disappeared.

Kizaru's pupils contracted slightly, and he too transformed into a yellow flash, colliding with an afterimage that appeared behind him.

boom!

He staggered back several steps uncontrollably, his face grave.

Through the feedback in his hand, he felt that Kiro's power had nearly doubled, even making it somewhat difficult for him to resist.

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from his hand. Kizaru was startled and looked down to find that the Ame-no-Murakumo sword, unable to withstand the weight, suddenly shattered into countless fragments of light.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately summoned another sword, the Kusanagi Sword, just as he was about to engage the enemy. However, he saw that the figure shrouded in blood mist had already reached him.

A terrifying killing intent surged forth, locking onto him completely, his eyes flashing red as he stared intently at Kizaru.

The dragon-slaying blade was covered in bright red flames, and the surrounding air was scorched and distorted.

In just a moment, a blazing sword light enveloped Kizaru.

Swish!

Kizaru retreated hastily, looking somewhat disheveled, but the crimson figure followed him like a shadow, continuously wielding the Dragon Slayer sword, its light falling like rain.

Even though Kizaru's speed is faster than Kiro's after he activates the Ocean Boil, ever since he was locked onto by Kiro's sharp sword intent, no matter where Kizaru flashes to, Kiro always appears there as if he knows the future!

Chi Chi!

In just a moment, several sword wounds appeared on Kizaru's body, the charred wounds looking particularly gruesome.

Even if he tried his best and transformed into a super-fast flash of light that was invisible to the naked eye, he could not escape Kilo's lock-on.

"Is this the power of a swordsman?!"

Under Kiro's increasingly terrifying attacks, Kizaru dodged and weaved, spitting out a mouthful of blood, feeling a surge of frustration.

In the face of Kilo's desperate counterattack, several of the swords in his hands, including the Kusanagi sword, had already been broken.

If it weren't for eating the Glint-Glint Fruit and possessing unparalleled speed, Kizaru would have been killed by Kiro's counterattack!

"His manic state certainly won't last long!"

"Hold on a little longer!"

As Kizaru pondered a countermeasure, he noticed that Kiro's offensive had stalled, and he suddenly felt a significant reduction in pressure.

He quickly dodged and appeared in an open space not far away, panting heavily, looking at Kiro, who was surrounded by churning blood mist, with the eyes of someone looking at a monster, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Kiro was clearly no match for him just now!

If we consider the Kilo in its normal state, its offensive is both fierce and methodical.

After activating the Boiling Ocean technique, he almost abandoned all defensive actions, and all his actions were solely aimed at causing greater damage.

In the previous exchange, Kiro was willing to be shot in the heart by Kizaru in order to sacrifice himself and send Zanpakuto into the throat of his opponent.

This terrifying life-or-death exchange immediately startled Kizaru, who quickly retreated to a safe distance.

Moreover, Kiro's swordsmanship has become simple and effective. Although it is still the same move, its power has increased exponentially.

While Kizaru was terrified, Kiro, who was standing opposite him panting heavily, was also not feeling well.

His mind trembled; the intense pain, enough to easily crush a tough man, made his consciousness somewhat blurred.

That does not mean that one's willpower is not up to par.

That's the brain's subconscious protective mechanism activated when the pain receptors reach their limit!

In other words, if he continues to endure this pain, he is very likely to die from the agony!

This act of burning blood is nothing short of a form of torture!

For a normal person, a loss of more than 20% of blood will affect their health, and a loss of more than 30% will directly endanger their life!

Now, Kiro feels as if the blood vessels in his body have dried up, and he has lost at least half of his blood!

If it weren't for the superhuman physical strength of the pirate world, he would have already perished.

The constant wails of impending physical collapse echoed around him, as if a demon was hovering in his mind, whispering seductive words.

"That's enough, Kiro."

"Aren't you tired? Aren't you in pain?"

"Give up. If you let go, you won't have to endure all of this anymore."

Kiro's consciousness was hazy, but he was suddenly brought back to his senses by a sharp aura.

That was his sword intent, that unwavering and resolute sword intent!

"We can't give up yet!!!"

"I have my partners and my ideals behind me; I can't give up like this!!!"

Covered in blood, Kiro gritted his teeth, his mind fixed on Kizaru ahead, his body low to the ground.

The tip of the Dragon Slayer Blade radiated a terrifying heat wave, and a sharp, scorching aura was expanding and spreading outwards from Kilo.

Kizaru's pupils contracted as he prepared himself to receive the attack.

The extremely high level of Observation Haki sent a warning, and a stinging sensation arose.

He suddenly had a gut feeling:

Even with his world-class speed, he couldn't avoid this attack!

This is the sword intent locked by a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

No matter which direction he dodges, Kiro's sword intent will guide the Dragon Slayer to strike him!

Kiro gripped the Dragon Slayer so tightly it made a 'crackling' sound, and at the moment his aura reached its peak, he moved.

Kizaru also caught this moment, and actually gathered and solidified all the light spots into the Ame-no-Murakumo sword in his hand, and slashed forward with terrifying waves.

A bright red afterimage streaked across the sky, hurtling towards Kizaru at an astonishing speed, even creating several sonic booms along the way.

The rolling sound waves spread in front of Kizaru, but what arrived before the sound was the cold gleam of the Dragon Slayer's blade!

Swish!

As their blades clashed, in that instant of stalemate, Kizaru's eyes widened, and a rare look of disbelief appeared on his face.

An inexplicable force surged from the tip of the Dragon Slayer sword, almost shattering half of Kizaru's power.

In a duel of this caliber, even a slight difference in strength can be fatal, let alone half a difference.

"How did he do that?" In an instant, Kizaru was shocked, and only one question remained in his mind.

In an instant, the world lost its color, leaving only a streak of crimson sword light.

The Ame-no-Murakumo sword was almost effortlessly severed, and the Dragon Slayer sword swiftly cut through Kizaru's chest, the blade wrapped in Armament Haki effortlessly slicing through Kizaru's body.

Kilo did not stop there; he raised his hand and slashed diagonally again.

Swish!

Blood splattered, and Kizaru's face turned deathly pale, blood gushing from his mouth.

The blade of the Dragon Slayer, wreathed in terrifyingly high temperatures and flames, cleaved two massive, intersecting wounds in the center of his chest.

Kiro stood in front of Kizaru, his eyes flashing with a murderous red light.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword possessed a captivating, eerie quality, and was enveloped in a red mist.

Swish!

The longsword stood horizontally, cutting through the air, pointing directly at Kizaru's throat in his terrified gaze.

"You just said... you wanted to spare someone's life?"