The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

"Takeda-sama!"

"Damn invaders!"

"Kill him and avenge Takeda-sama!"

Upon seeing Takeda Saburō slain, several samurai turned red-eyed with rage. Wielding their blades, they charged forward furiously.

"Uncles, I've already seen how you will die!"

Holstering his gun and gripping his blade tightly, Dal maintained a calm demeanor.

Despite it being his first time on the battlefield, he showed no trace of discomfort, panic, or fear.

As the enraged samurai lunged at him, Dal's youthful figure suddenly vanished from his spot, leaving only a streak of blue flames behind.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Ahhh!"

Amidst the clash of steel, a magnificent phoenix cloaked in blue flames emerged. The intense heat distorted the air, engulfing the charging samurai in an instant.

"Dal, why did you suddenly swap places with me?!"

The phoenix, soaring gracefully in the sky, glanced back to where it had been moments before.

There stood Dal, who had exchanged positions with Sif, his sister.

"Because Sister Sif's flames are way stronger than mine!"

Dal blinked innocently, his tone confident and matter-of-fact.

"Tch—"

With a flash of fiery steel, Sif swung her flame-wreathed blade. The samurai who had appeared before her, completely unprepared, lost his head in a single clean stroke.

"Die, you wretched brat!"

At that moment, a middle-aged samurai—clad in ornate armor and exuding a commanding presence—dashed toward Dal like lightning. His sword, wreathed in fiery Haki, slashed downward.

"Whoosh!"

Before he could strike, his vision blurred.

Out of nowhere, another samurai appeared in front of him, narrowly parrying his attack just in time.

The newly arrived samurai broke into a cold sweat, his face flushed with rage. Turning to glare at the figure now standing before him, he roared, "Hey, Fujiwara! What the hell are you doing?!"

"It wasn't me!" Fujiwara paled, hastily shouting, "Watch out—!"

But it was too late.

A gleaming blade pierced cleanly through the original samurai's chest.

"That's the eighteenth one!"

Dal beamed as he pulled his blood-soaked sword free, turning his gaze to Fujiwara Santayū.

"Now it's your turn, Uncle Samurai!"

"Damn it…"

Furious and startled, Fujiwara drew his sword with precision and charged at lightning speed.

"One Sword Style—"

"Tch—"

With a flash of steel, Dal darted past him.

The sound of steel sang as Fujiwara's blade sliced cleanly through a target. Blood sprayed into the air.

"What?!"

Spinning around, Fujiwara's face turned pale with shock.

He had cut down not Dal, but another samurai—his own ally.

The three-eyed boy was nowhere to be seen.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly—

"Fujiwara-sama!"

"Damn invader!"

"Kill him and avenge Fujiwara-sama!"

Witnessing Fujiwara Santayū's death, several samurai charged forward in rage, their blades raised high.

"Uncles, I've already seen how you're going to die!"

Dal put away his gun and raised his sword confidently. Despite being a child, his composure on the battlefield remained unshaken.

As the furious samurai rushed at him, his youthful figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a streak of blue flames.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Ahhh!"

A phoenix cloaked in shimmering blue flames appeared in his place, its blazing heat distorting the air. The charging samurai were engulfed in the flames, screaming as they turned to ash.

Meanwhile, Dal, now at a distance, turned his gaze toward his brother Thor, who was locked in fierce combat.

"Thor, I can't beat him. I'll leave it to you!"

Without waiting for a reply, Dal waved and disappeared, leaving the fight to his older brother.

"Dal, you…!"

Thor gritted his teeth, annoyed, as he faced the skilled samurai. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed.

Thor's body crackled with electricity as he surged forward. With a powerful swing of his leg, he unleashed a devastating kick: "Lightning Kick!"

"Boom!"

The samurai barely managed to block the attack with his blade, but the overwhelming force sent him flying. His hands trembled, and his weapon nearly slipped from his grasp.

Before he could recover, Thor raised his arm, lightning gathering at his wrist.

"100 Million Volts: Divine Judgment!"

"Boom! Boom!"

A massive lightning bolt struck down, engulfing the samurai. Electricity surged through him, leaving him incapacitated as he collapsed to the ground.

From afar, Lillian, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield, sighed in exasperation.

Meanwhile, Medusa, fluttering her wings, fired a barrage of pink heart-shaped arrows at a group of samurai.

"Swish! Swish!"

The arrows struck their targets, instantly turning two or three of the samurai into stone statues.

"Damn it!"

Another samurai, enraged at seeing his comrades turned to stone, charged toward Medusa.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked fearfully at the oncoming attacker. "Please don't hurt me! I'm scared!"

The samurai, captivated by her innocent demeanor, hesitated. "Of course not… we wouldn't hurt you."

"Lovestruck Wind!"

With a sweet smile, Medusa formed a heart shape with her hands and unleashed a wave of pink light. The mesmerized samurai turned to stone instantly.

As another samurai charged at her in fury, he shouted, "You demon! Die!"

His sword struck her, but there was no blood—no reaction at all.

Medusa tilted her head, her large, tearful eyes brimming with innocence. "Uncle Samurai, would you really hurt me? I'm so scared…"

The samurai froze, guilt overwhelming him. "I… I'm sorry… Wait, no! You—!"

Before he could finish, a heart-shaped beam of light struck him, turning him into stone.

Medusa kicked the statue, shattering it into pieces.

"Rude man! You even ruined my outfit!"

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