Chapter 87

Su Han rubbed his temples, slightly pained, recalling his earlier conversation with Ranran.

When Ranran left, he naturally would have informed Su Han.

His reason was that Mary Geoise, as the headquarters of the Celestial Dragons, must hold many valuable treasures.

This time, he came specifically for these treasures and Devil Fruits.

As compensation for not participating in the battle, no matter how much he acquired, he would give Su Han half.

Of course, Ranran's goal was this, and Xuanwozhang Sect's goal was largely the same.

After all, Xuanwozhang Sect cared little for points, but placed greater value on Konan's life-extending ability—they wanted to see if they could obtain a Logia Devil Fruit from Mary Geoise.

As for All Might, he was essentially useless here; he chose to go to Mary Geoise to uphold his own justice.

"Then… it's my turn to begin."

A faint smile curled on Su Han's lips as he gazed at the distant Bai Xiong, his voice carrying a hint of depth.

"I wonder—if I acquire the Gura Gura no Mi while already possessing the Yami Yami no Mi, can I achieve elementalization…"

"It's truly something to look forward to."

Instantly using the Flying Thunder God Technique, Su Han's figure vanished without a trace.

Bai Xiong's pupils contracted sharply; at that moment, he spread his electromagnetic grid combined with his Observation Haki outward.

The instant Su Han disappeared, he sensed something was wrong.

No longer careless, Bai Xiong revealed the true traits of a Marine Admiral.

"One billion volts!"

Bai Xiong growled lowly, transforming at that moment into Lei Shen himself, endless lightning arcs coiling around his body and spreading outward, scorching the earth.

Extreme heat warped the space around Bai Xiong; the lightning arcs grew denser until they solidified into a liquid-like pool of thunder.

"Found you!"

Bai Xiong's eyes hardened, clenched his fist, and forged it into an infinite sphere of lightning, slamming it into the empty air before him.

Su Han's figure materialized instantly, expressionless as he stared at the charging Bai Xiong, activating the Yami Yami no Mi's immunity ability.

"Boom—!"

The solid punch struck Su Han's body.

Bai Xiong showed no triumph. Instead, his pupils shrank sharply.

For the punch had not pierced Su Han's body—it was blocked by the pitch-black mist clinging to his skin.

"How?"

Deep shadows filled Bai Xiong's eyes.

"If I had truly hit him… maybe I'd feel pain?"

Su Han stared coldly at Bai Xiong; though his gaze was icy, his lips curled into a gentle smile at that moment.

With a swift whisper, a zanpakutō appeared in his hand.

It was Kyōka Suigetsu—the zanpakutō Ranran had given him.

"But… the battle is already decided."

"You've been trapped in my rhythm from the very beginning."

"Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu!"

Bai Xiong's pupils contracted sharply; he gasped, spewing blood in great gouts, his expression filled with disbelief, horror, and terror.

The world before him shattered into fragments.

Everything up until now had merely been an illusion.

"Sssch!"

Bai Xiong lowered his head, staring at his chest—somehow, his own sword, Shusui, had pierced through his own torso.

Just now, he had stabbed himself.

At last, he understood: "Kyōka Suigetsu… is Ranran Sōjirō's Kyōka Suigetsu… You're Ranran, aren't you?"

Bai Xiong fully realized why he had repeatedly fallen into disadvantage against this man.

The truth was—he was none other than the final boss of the Shinigami.

If it were that one, using Kyōka Suigetsu to hypnotize him and alter his appearance would be effortless.

This entire War of the Summit had been entirely under his control.

Yet somehow, Bai Xiong felt something still wasn't right.

"But that doesn't make sense… If this were Ranran, why does he have the Yami Yami no Mi? Did he come to this world and devour the Yami Yami no Mi? If so… that's terrifying…"

This was Bai Xiong's final thought.

He died without understanding why the War of the Summit in his memory had spiraled so wildly.

The next moment, Su Han's hand pressed against Bai Xiong's chest.

Black mist spread outward, obscuring the view of all who looked toward this place.

"Bai Xiong, Admiral?"

Su Han's voice was calm.

"I'll take your Rai Rai no Mi—without asking."