From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

In the blink of an eye, everything he saw seemed to turn into rice cakes, like a spider web, shooting up from the ground, covering the sky and the sun. In just a moment, it enveloped the entire battlefield.

"This is..." Diarmait looked up at the sky. The sticky white rice cake was falling down, as if it was going to drown everything.

His feet were also stuck to the rice cakes at this time and were affected to a certain extent.

He quickly searched the surroundings with his Observation Haki, but found that there was no gap at all!

Diarmait had no memory of this move either. …

"Gravity Blade. Open the mountains and seas!!!" Diarmait saw that there was no escape, so he no longer hesitated. He roared and slashed out all the huge energy suppressed in the long Zeng Mihu Che in his hand.

The huge amount of rice cakes finally covered everything on the battlefield. After standing there and catching his breath for a few seconds, Katakuri's eyes showed a hint of relief. Did he finally win?

The aura that he had been holding on to quickly receded, and in just a short moment, he withdrew from the devastating state he had just been in. At this moment, he looked extremely weak, as if any ordinary person could defeat him.

After calming down his heavy breathing a little, Katakuri took a step forward, ready to go closer to take a look.

But at this moment, he found something wrong!

The huge amount of rice cakes that should have calmed down was now decreasing, and seemed to be converging towards the location where Diarmuid was just now, and flowing into the ground?

Before Katakuri could figure out what was going on, a slash broke through the sticky and thick rice cake. Then, a figure came out from it in a very embarrassed manner, staggered, and half-knelt on the ground.

It was Diarmait.

At this moment, one of his arms seemed to be severely fractured and was bent unnaturally. If you look closely, you can see a bloody wound on the forearm where a lot of rice cakes were stuck, and a broken sharp bone spur was exposed outside the skin.

The bone is really broken!

"Cough." Diarmait suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. This time, the spitting out of blood was not as easy as before. Instead, it was a bit like vomiting, and the amount of bleeding was huge.

The other uninjured arm grabbed Chozen Mikotoru and stabbed it into the ground, supporting his body so that he would not fall down.

After spitting out the blood, Diarmait seemed to feel better. He slowly raised his head. His body was covered with rice cakes, which were stained scarlet by the blood. He looked very tragic.

His eyes were fixed on Katakuri, and Katakuri was also staring at Diarmuid.

This went on for quite a while before the true nature of everything was revealed.

Half a meter behind Diarmait, a huge abyss appeared on the ground, as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and it was bottomless.

It turned out that when the huge amount of rice cakes fell with unmatched momentum, Diarmait slashed with his sword, and his target was actually under the ground.

At that time, the ground beneath his feet had already been assimilated into rice cakes, but Diarmuid never believed that Katakuri had the ability to assimilate the geology of the entire island into rice cakes.

As it turned out, his bet was right. The powerful gravity that had been accumulated on the blade for a long time finally penetrated the rice cake and smashed a big hole under his feet. Because of this, Diarmait had some space to dodge and maneuver.

He was not instantly defeated by the huge amount of rice cakes.

But even though he responded in time, he was still seriously injured and had a hard time getting through it.

At this time, the sticky rice cakes also flowed into the deep pit. If you look down from above, it seems as if someone has dug a big pit under the ground specifically for storing rice cakes.

"Ahem..." Diarmait coughed twice more, his lips twisted into a ferocious, yet somewhat mad smile. He looked at Katakuri and said weakly, "You saw how badly I was injured, yet you didn't attack me... Katakuri, you're not such a merciful opponent... Let me guess, it's because you're exhausted, even standing is exhausting, and you don't have the strength to attack anymore?"

Katakuri looked at Diarmait in silence for a long time, and then he calmed his rapid breathing and said: "Maybe you are right, but I am the one standing there..." "Not just you." Diarmait interrupted him directly.

Then, under Katakuri's astonished gaze, Diarmait dragged his broken arm, supported by Nagasomi Kotetsu, and slowly but firmly stood up. Once he had gained his footing, Diarmait suddenly pulled Nagasomi Kotetsu out of the ground, raised his finger, and said to Katakuri, "You lose! Perfect man!" As soon as he finished speaking, a force of gravity followed the blade and flew out.

This gravity was far less powerful than when Diarmuid exploded before. It seemed light and very weak.

But even with such a weak ability, after it passed over Katakuri's figure, the tall figure could no longer hold on, fell backwards on his back, and hit the ground heavily.

“Heh…” Diarmait chuckled, and his breath was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He couldn't even hold on to the Nagazen Mikoto in his hand. The famous sword fell out of his hand, and the sharp tip of the blade pierced into the ground, standing tilted in front of Diarmait.

Taking heavy steps and holding his breath, Diarmuid slowly walked to Katakuri's side.

He looked down and saw that Katakuri's eyes were closed, his breathing was irregular, and he had completely lost the power to resist. He must have been unconscious.

He didn't say a word for 480. He wanted to open his mouth to make some declaration of victory, but looking at his closed eyes, Diarmait suddenly felt a little bored. Why bother to mock a loser?

As a winner, you should have the composure and grace of a winner.

Even so, he looked extremely miserable and disheveled.

"I wonder if Mr. Zefa will curse at me when he sees me like this?" Diarmuid chuckled and murmured.

Then he walked towards the port.

But after just a moment of raising his head, his movements and steps all stopped.

"He's obviously unconscious, right?" Diarmuid looked down helplessly, only to see that one of Katakuri's hands had grabbed his ankle at some point.

Just as Diarmait was about to break free from this guy, suddenly, a powerful aura burst out from Katakuri's body.

This unexpected burst of momentum stunned Diarmuid. His eyes rolled back, his body swayed, his feet felt weak, and he fell backwards.

“Heroic Haki…Heroic Aura…” Diarmuid thought as the last particle of his consciousness was shattered.

However, at the moment when Diarmuid was about to fall, his eyes suddenly returned to their original state and no longer rolled back. At the same time, a power that was no less powerful than Katakuri's domineering aura burst out from his body!

"How is it possible that after winning, I would lose to your inexplicable domineering color?" Diarmuid shouted.

The clash of the two domineering auras instantly spread across the entire island. The air between the two men began to vibrate, pitch-black lightning continuously erupted from the void, and signs of space shattering appeared.

But this momentum came and went quickly. After a brief confrontation, Diarmuid's momentum suppressed Katakuri's domineering aura.

After all, he fainted in the end, and this was just an unconscious outburst.

In fact, although Katakuri's domineering color awakened early, he has never been able to control it freely.

Otherwise, he would have used it all in the previous battle, so there would be no question of holding back.

At the same time, on the warship, Teacher Zefa looked at the chaotic Domineering Haki clash on the island with some surprise, and murmured in shock: "Is it Domineering Haki? That kid Diarmait, he also has Domineering Haki?"

Chapter 61: Stussy Diarmait!? (Fourth update)

The warship was sailing on the sea. At this time, an island had appeared at the farthest point of the sea level. It was Judicial Island, one of the three fortresses of justice, and also the current base of CP-9.

On the deck, Diarmait had one hand in a plaster cast hanging in front of his chest, and his body was wrapped in many bandages, looking a little miserable.

However, his movements were unimpeded. This time, he had gone out prepared for serious injuries or even defeat.

Therefore, he specially brought a large number of powerful medical ability users from Marineford with him.

More than a week has passed since the battle with Katakuri on Long Ring Island. Diarmait's physical condition is now much better than before. Many of his injuries have almost healed, except for his broken arm, which is a bit serious and requires several months of recovery.

Diarmuid was very satisfied with this battle, not only because he had found out the extent of his own strength.

At the same time, this battle, in which he defeated Katakuri, also gave him great self-confidence.

Although he was a time traveler, he lived a miserable life for many years after traveling here.

In addition, his golden finger is also very confusing. There is no need to say much about the iron will, but he still hasn't figured out what the black core in his body is.

Therefore, even with the golden finger, he was unable to become successful quickly.

So compared to this dangerous world, Diarmait had felt somewhat guilty before.

It wasn't until he arrived at Marine Headquarters, Marineford, that he truly began to take off, but he still felt a little uneasy flying, unsure if he could gain a foothold.

Now, he no longer feels guilty. Defeating Katakuri is just the beginning.

He must keep winning until he stands at the top of the world, so that his journey to this cruel yet beautiful world will not be in vain!

As the sea breeze blew, these thoughts swirled in Diarmait's mind.

After a while, he heard light footsteps behind him.

"Major General Diarmait, your injury hasn't healed yet. It's not good to be exposed to the wind all the time." Stussy walked to Diarmait's side and said with a smile.

Even though her administrative rank was higher than Diarmait's, she did not dare to put on airs in front of Diarmait at this moment, and her words were full of respect.

This is normal. In this world, we should always be in awe of the strong.

Diarmait smiled upon hearing this, looked at Stussy and said, "Thank you for your concern, Master Stussy."

Stussy nodded, looked at Diarmait with a smile, and said, "I heard that Major General Diarmait was the deputy chief of Marineford's intelligence staff and once predicted the rise and disbanding of the Roger Pirates. This is really surprising. I didn't expect that besides being so powerful, Major General, you also possess great wisdom."

Diarmuid looked at Stussy strangely. He wondered what was wrong with this woman that she was flattering him?

Stussy was also really surprised. In fact, after leaving the orphanage, she had been looking for information and experiences about Diarmait.

Not long ago, she finally got some detailed information. She was shocked when she saw it. This guy is not only good at fighting, but also very smart.

That would have been fine, because her collection of information about Diarmait also made some members of the CP agency notice Diarmait, so they wanted to use Stussy's mouth to test whether they could bring Diarmait to work in the CP agency, or even they were willing to directly absorb Diarmait as a member of CP-0.

Just like how Diarmuid wanted to persuade Stussy to switch to the Navy at the Welfare House, the CP agency also tried to poach people from the Navy.

After all, they are "brother units".

We all follow the same boss, and we are all messengers of justice!

"I think your talents, Rear Admiral, might not be fully utilized in the Navy. After all, seniority is still a priority in the Navy. Even if you're exceptional, you're still less experienced than Kuzan, Sakaski, and Borsalino, so your room for advancement isn't very wide. But we at CP are different..." Stussy paused briefly before whispering, "If Rear Admiral Diarmuid is willing to join the CP, our general manager is willing to personally consult with Marshal Cyborg and transfer you directly to CP-0 as a senior operations commander. I've never heard of such a treatment before. Perhaps you're also aware that all CP-0 members hold the administrative rank of Vice Admiral at the Navy Headquarters, and a senior operations commander is no less qualified than a candidate for Admiral in the Navy. Give us two years, and as you grow further, we at CP will be able to offer you even more."

I have to say that Stussy is really sincere and much more reliable than Diarmait when he was in the welfare home. At that time, he just moved his lips and boasted casually, but had no intention of offering any substantial benefits.

Stussy would be a fool to believe him.

But now, when Stussy turned around and recruited him, he did offer quite generous conditions.

Once Diarmuid nods, he will be directly transferred to the CP-0 organization as a senior operations commander. Compared with the headquarters of the Navy, it is equivalent to going directly from a major general to a candidate for general.

This is a bit of a stretch. It seems the CP organization is eager to add some valuable high-level combat power...

It was impossible for Diarmait not to be moved.

But he finally smiled and said, "Master Stussy, if you had said this to me three years ago at the 103rd Naval Branch in the North Sea... No, even if it was just to let me become a member of CP-9, I might have agreed without hesitation. But, unfortunately, you came too late."

Yes, perhaps within the navy, Diarmuid is currently unable to get a very rapid promotion due to many of the navy's institutional "old diseases".

Think about it, Borsalino and other future three generals were promoted more than ten years later, after Fisher and Tiger finished their work.

Even if Diarmuid were as fast as he could be, he probably wouldn't be able to change this. Maybe with luck, he could become an admiral of the same generation as them, replacing one of them, or perhaps he could have the navy establish four great admirals...

But even so, Diarmait did not intend to leave the navy and join the CP agency, because the navy was ultimately a very independent military organization, but it was somewhat restricted by restrictions such as military spending. However, Diarmait could still feel that the Warring States generals and other ambitious people were trying to change this situation, both openly and secretly.

He also believes that the Navy can be changed.

But the CP agency is different. Perhaps in terms of administrative level, there is no difference between it and the navy, but in terms of independence, there is a big gap. It can be called a running dog of the Celestial Dragons.

Unlike the navy, which can rely on its own strength and, to a certain extent, counter the World Government and CP agencies, no one is as tough as the navy. If you go there, you will be treated like a dog.

He had no choice before, and of course he could swallow his anger for the sake of power, strength and status.