Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

"It's just a rumor, it might not be true." Kyoshiro quickly waved his hand. "But what if it's true... Lord Fukurokuju is powerful, but he's all alone. What if he makes a mistake, what if that Ushimitsu kid escapes, or even Lord Fukurokuju, who's responsible for your safety, is killed...?"

He paused, looking at the giant snake's increasingly grim expression.

"That ugly brat's next target is very likely you, sir."

The giant snake's expression changed completely.

"Then what do we do?" He sat up abruptly, shoving the prostitute beside him aside. "Quick, Kyoshiro, take some men to support Fukuroku! We must kill that ugly brat on the spot!"

Kyoshiro lowered his head, a fleeting smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, ma'am."

He turned and strode outside.

My steps may have been hurried, but my mind was clear.

Nock, hang in there.

I am coming.

......

In the dark alley where moonlight couldn't penetrate, the glint of knives gleamed once more.

Nock sprang from the shadows, his blade aimed straight for Fu Lu Shou's throat, as fast as a black lightning bolt.

Fortune, prosperity, and longevity did not hide.

He tilted his head slightly, and the blade grazed his neck, missing its mark.

But Nock didn't sheath his blade; with a flick of his wrist, the blade slashed horizontally, his attack changing incredibly quickly.

clang!

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the narrow alleyway.

The earlobes of the gods Fu Lu Shou were placed in front of the blade.

Those two earlobes hung down from the sides of her face like living things, wrapped in a thick Armament Haki, as hard as two pieces of steel. When a blade cut into them, it only left a shallow white mark.

Nock drew his sword and retreated, creating distance.

Fu Lu Shou stood still, their earlobes swaying slowly like two black snakes.

"You've got some skill," Fukurokuju said. "No wonder you've always dared to defy Lord Orochi. Now I'll give you a chance. If you're willing, I can introduce you to Lord Orochi. Then you can have wealth, power, status, and all sorts of women. What do you say?"

Nock did not speak.

In the ordinary navy, being able to skillfully use the Six Powers is already considered an elite, reaching the level of a commodore. Nock, on the other hand, has also mastered Fishman Karate and Steel-Cutting Sword Technique, making his combat strength comparable to a rear admiral. In addition, with the initial mastery of Armament Haki, he has even touched the threshold of vice admiral!

His gaze fell on the two earlobes of Fu Lu Shou.

Memories from the original work surfaced in my mind.

The opponent is no pushover either. Fukurokuju is Orochi's most valued talent, and even personally recruited him after Orochi's head was chopped off by Kaido in a sudden attack.

His earlobes can extend and retract freely, and when wrapped with Armament Haki, they can be used for both attack and defense. Combined with his unpredictable physical skills, he is a formidable opponent.

Not to be underestimated!

Seeing that Nok remained silent, Fu Lu Shou snorted coldly and moved.

He took a step forward, leaving a trail of afterimages in the darkness. It wasn't a shave, but the speed was still astonishing. His earlobes lashed out from both sides like whips, sealing off all room for maneuver.

Nock did not back down.

He turned to the side, avoiding his left earlobe, and raised his arm—armed!

clang!

The right earlobe struck his forearm with a dull thud, but Nock's arm didn't budge, even though the impact made his bones ache.

Fu Lu Shou continued his attacks, his other earlobe retracting and then lashing out again. At the same time, his main body lunged forward, his right hand's five fingers joined together, stabbing towards Nok's throat like a knife.

A pincer attack from both sides.

Nock's eyes narrowed.

With his left hand, he braced himself against the earlobe with a piece of iron, while his right hand swung a blade horizontally—and slashed!

The blade flashed and the finger-blade clashed.

clang!

Another clang of metal.

Both of them took half a step back at the same time.

Fukurokuju looked down at his fingers; on his fingertips, which were covered in Armament Haki, there was a shallow knife mark.

He looked up at the knife in Nock's hand.

"Your swordsmanship is quite good," he said, squinting. "Unfortunately, your knife is holding it back."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu Shou pounced on him again.

This time, his attack focus changed—he no longer aimed directly at Nok's vitals, but instead specifically targeted the knife in Nok's hand.

clang!clang!clang!

His earlobe struck the blade again and again, each time making Nock's hand go numb.

Nock frowned slightly.

His sword was just an ordinary katana, which had been with him for two years and had killed many people, but it was only made of fine steel. Fukurokuju's earlobes were wrapped in Armament Haki, and every impact left tiny cracks on the blade.

At this rate, the knife won't hold up.

But he had no way out.

We have no choice but to try.

The two engaged in a frenzied battle in the narrow alley, their blades flashing and earlobes clashing, the metallic clanging sound as dense as the forging of iron.

Thirty moves.

Fifty moves.

Eighty moves!

Nock gradually figured out Fu Lu Shou's attack rhythm.

Ninjas' attack methods are unpredictable and rely on surprise attacks, but once a ninja's "surprise move" is exposed, it can never compare to a fist or a sword in a head-on battle!

No matter how flexible an earlobe is, it's still just an earlobe.

Its attack trajectory is predictable.

Nock's blade technique began to change, no longer a direct confrontation, but a guiding one, directing Fu Lu Shou's earlobe to attack along the trajectory he had anticipated, gradually pulling him into his rhythm.

They are completely unaware of the blessings, prosperity, and longevity they receive.

He felt that the "ugly boy" in front of him seemed to be struggling more and more, and his swordsmanship was becoming more and more chaotic.

almost.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Three more moves and this knife will break.

clang!

Another heavy blow.

A noticeable crack finally appeared on Nock's knife.

Fu Lu Shou's eyes lit up.

"Now!"

He unleashed his full power of Armament Haki, his earlobes transforming into two giant black pythons that simultaneously lashed out from both sides, striking the blade with deadly force—

Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the alleyway.

The blade broke in two, with the front half spinning as it flew out and embedded itself in a nearby wooden post, vibrating and buzzing.

Nock was left with only half a broken knife.

The three gods of fortune, prosperity, and longevity finished their pose and stood three meters away, their smiles now impossible to suppress.

"The sword is broken," he said, his tone brimming with undisguised pride. "For a swordsman, a broken sword is tantamount to death."

He looked at Nok as if he were looking at a dead man.

"How much fighting strength do you have left?"

Nock did not move.

He looked down at the broken knife in his hand, a flicker of... panic in his eyes?

Fu Lu Shou caught that look in their eyes.

He smiled.

"Looks like I was right."

He moved forward slowly, his earlobes swaying at his sides, poised to strike.

"it's over."

He took a sudden step forward, his right earlobe thrusting out like a spear, aiming straight for Nock's throat—

He used all his strength in that attack.

Armament Haki covered him to the extreme, his earlobes tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Nock stood still, without flinching.

He didn't even use a knife.

He simply raised his left hand to meet the whistling black spear coming at him.

It lacks Armament Haki.

And just like that, a bare palm met it.

Fu Lu Shou (福禄寿) smiled.

Has the Flowing Cherry Blossom run out?

Or... did you panic and forget how to fight after your knife broke?

Whatever it was, he won this battle!

Earlobe running through the palm—

puff!

Blood splattered.