One Piece: I Start with a Married Woman, I Am the Evil Admiral!

Chapter 295 The Strongest Sword

However, this process was not without its challenges, and his physical strength was somewhat depleted.

Seeing this, Aini narrowed his eyes slightly; he had clearly noticed the sweat on Marco's forehead. This made him even more certain that while Marco's abilities were powerful, they also had a significant weakness: they consumed a lot of stamina.

"All right!"

Aini's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. "I have to admit, your ability is indeed terrifying. Before your stamina is exhausted, I'm afraid no one in this world can truly harm you. In that case, I can only try to find a way to continuously deplete your stamina."

Upon hearing Enni's words, Marco's expression changed drastically. He never expected that his Devil Fruit ability would be completely seen through by his opponent in such a short time. This meant that the upcoming battle would become extremely difficult, as his opponent had found a way to counter him.

However, Marco showed no sign of backing down despite his current predicament. In fact, in order to keep Aini occupied, he had no intention of leaving this place alive at all.

Since even death no longer frightens him, what else is there to fear?

He resolutely raised his legs, and a raging flame gathered at the soles of his feet like a volcanic eruption.

At this moment, he had only one goal in mind—to hold off Enni and prevent him from having the opportunity to pursue the other members of the Whitebeard Pirates.

At that moment, Aini, having no more reservations, launched his attack without hesitation.

He completely disregarded Marco's actions and, following his own train of thought, unleashed more than a dozen Tempest Kicks upwards towards Marco without hesitation.

These storm kicks hurtled through the air like lightning streaking across the night sky. In the blink of an eye, they exploded in mid-air, transforming into countless unique attacks that rained down like a storm. These rain-like attacks were dense and seemingly endless, enveloping Marco entirely.

Each of the raindrop-like special attacks was as powerful as a bullet. Marco didn't even have time to react before his body was riddled with holes by these raindrop-like attacks, as if he had become a sieve.

"Uh?"

Margo's brows furrowed tightly, as if he were enveloped by an invisible pressure.

Such attacks were child's play for him; with his Devil Fruit powers, they couldn't cause him any real harm. However, to his surprise, although these attacks posed no threat to his abilities, they allowed his body to continuously regenerate.

This situation made Marco's heart tighten. He realized that if things continued like this, his physical strength would be continuously depleted, while his enemy, Aini, was still launching attacks relentlessly.

Clearly, the other party was planning to wear him down.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's performance, if this continues, it is highly likely that he will be worn down and killed in a short period of time.

He turned to look at the Whitebeard Pirates, who were fighting fiercely against the enemy, each of them giving their all to break out of the naval port and rush towards the outer pirate ships.

Marco's fists clenched unconsciously. He knew he had to hold on, at least until the Whitebeard Pirates escaped successfully. Otherwise, they would have a hard time escaping this dangerous place.

Having made this decision, Marco no longer cared about his own safety. He resolutely endured the enemy's attacks, letting the rain of bullets fall on him.

At the same time, his attack erupted like a volcanic eruption.

A massive pillar of fire, like a burning meteor, hurtled straight toward Aini at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the pillar of fire reached Aini and slammed into his chest with tremendous force.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, Aini was sent flying by the powerful impact, tracing a long arc through the air. His body flew backward a full thirty meters, like a kite with a broken string.

However, Aini was not someone to be trifled with.

In the air, he displayed astonishing strength and skill, taking several steps in succession, each step containing tremendous power, even causing sonic booms in the air.

However, this movement allowed him to regain his balance and avoid an embarrassing fall to the ground. Aini's face instantly darkened, and his eyes radiated a chillingly dangerous aura.

Originally, he did not intend to reveal too many of his trump cards too early in this fierce battle.

After all, preserving some strength and secret weapons is crucial for dealing with unforeseen circumstances. However, Marco's provocations and attacks pushed him to his breaking point, igniting his anger completely.

Suddenly, the holy sword tattoo on Aini's chest emitted a dazzling light, and a powerful demonic aura surged and churned within him like a raging torrent. In the blink of an eye, this demonic aura filled his entire body, causing him to emanate a suffocating pressure.

Under Marco's astonished gaze, Aini's body began to undergo an astonishing transformation. His muscles bulged rapidly like inflating a balloon, and his previously ordinary physique instantly became robust and powerful.

At the same time, his hair seemed to be under a spell, growing wildly at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it became like a waterfall cascading down his back, just like the Super Saiyan 3 transformation in Dragon Ball.

As his body changed, an aura of disdain for the world erupted from Aini like a volcanic eruption. This sword intent was like a king descending upon the world, carrying unparalleled majesty and domineering power, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

"not good!"

Marco's face turned deathly pale instantly. His eyes widened, his expression filled with disbelief. The pressure from this peculiar sword intent gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if his life was under serious threat.

His pupils contracted sharply and even trembled violently as if in an earthquake, clearly a sign of his extreme horror.

Because, as Aini released his sword intent, his hand had already rested on the hilt of his sword. And that wasn't all; the sword slowly drew from its sheath.

Armament Haki flowed forth, wrapping around the blade.

At the same time, a substance resembling black lightning appeared around the blade. Clearly, Conqueror's Haki had also enveloped the blade.

But that's not all.

"Crackling and popping!"

Immediately afterwards, purple lightning also wrapped around the blade.

Finally, the demonic energy of the holy sword within his body also coiled around the blade. In the end, Armament Haki, Conqueror's Haki, lightning, sword intent, and demonic energy intertwined.