Tap, tap, tap...
The vast grassland was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.
It felt as though an invisible hand had seized everyone’s hearts.
Steady footsteps rapidly approached from the distance.
Everyone present couldn’t help but freeze.
Daikoku, with his wild pink hair resembling a disheveled lion’s mane and a horned helmet on his head, immediately darkened his expression and shouted angrily.
"Who are you?!"
Everyone’s eyes instantly followed the sound of the footsteps.
The sight of the uninvited guest approaching with a wine gourd clearly exceeded their expectations.
However, faced with everyone’s attention, Lucas didn’t pay the slightest attention to them.
He took a gulp of alcohol and walked straight toward Kozuki Hiyori.
"Excuse me, which direction is the Flower Capital?"
After parting ways with Ashura Dōji and the others, Lucas had realized that he didn’t actually have a map of Wano Country with him.
He had originally planned to turn back and ask them for directions.
He simply hadn’t expected to stumble upon this little farce.
Seeing Lucas completely ignore them, the expressions of the Oniwabanshu shinobi immediately turned grim.
Daikoku went even further, pulling out the enormous spiked club from behind him and shouting furiously.
"Stop!"
"How dare you ignore the Oniwabanshu in Wano Country? Looks like you’ve got a death wish!"
"Since you’ve seen something you shouldn’t have, then I suppose it’s your bad luck!"
"My bad luck?"
Lucas turned toward Daikoku in the distance.
He raised his wine gourd, took a small sip, and said,
"Sorry, but I think you’ve got that backward."
"I’ve got it backward?"
Daikoku’s expression darkened as he roared again.
"Then I’ll see exactly what I got wrong!"
"Attack! Leave him half-dead!"
"Yes!"
Seven or eight shinobi vanished from their positions like ghosts.
When they reappeared, they were already more than ten meters away from Lucas, forming a surrounding formation as they attacked him from all directions.
With swift movements, various gleaming blades appeared in their hands, slicing through the air with sharp whistles as they charged toward Lucas.
Kozuki Hiyori’s expression changed slightly.
The appearance of Tenguyama Hitetsu and Otama had already put her in an extremely difficult position.
Now another reckless fool had appeared out of nowhere.
If this man were one of Orochi’s or Kaidō’s people, Hiyori would certainly have been happy to stand by and watch him get killed.
But if Lucas were easily defeated by Daikoku, creating an opportunity for Otama and Tenguyama Hitetsu to escape would become even more difficult.
Seeing that Lucas remained completely unmoved, Hiyori couldn’t help shouting,
"Watch out!"
The members of the Oniwabanshu clearly hadn’t expected Orochi’s favorite oiran to suddenly warn their opponent.
But the arrows were already nocked.
There was no turning back now.
Naturally, they weren’t about to give up such a perfect opportunity to kill him.
Clang!
A crisp metallic impact suddenly rang out.
As sparks flew, the scene before everyone’s eyes caused their pupils to contract violently.
The weapons of five shinobi, their blades gleaming coldly, were stopped barely a foot away from Lucas by a layer of golden light.
Lucas stood calmly within the golden radiance, still holding his wine gourd and quietly drinking.
Everyone’s expressions changed.
This man was no ordinary opponent!
That thought flashed through Daikoku’s mind.
But as a member of the Oniwabanshu, he naturally had no intention of running away.
He raised the enormous spiked club in one hand and lunged toward Lucas.
His bulky physique did not hinder him in the slightest.
The several dozen meters between them disappeared in just two or three breaths.
By the time Hiyori recovered from her surprise and hurriedly tried to warn Lucas again, Daikoku had already brought his massive club crashing down onto Lucas’s shoulder.
Boom!
A heavy impact rang out, accompanied by a tremendous blast of air.
Even the ground seemed unable to withstand the force of the blow, producing a series of sharp cracking sounds.
Seeing such tremendous power, the surrounding shinobi couldn’t help revealing excited smiles.
In their eyes, Daikoku was an Oniwabanshu member who had personally entered the fight.
Taking down an unknown nobody should have been easy.
Yet the moment that thought flashed through their minds, the scene before them once again caused their expressions to change drastically.
He blocked it!
Even after taking such a devastating blow head-on, Lucas remained completely motionless.
The golden radiance flowing across his body still gave off an utterly indestructible feeling.
There wasn’t even the slightest spiderweb-like crack.
The bizarre sight caused everyone’s pupils to contract.
Daikoku wasn’t a fool, either.
This man was clearly no ordinary person!
"Everyone, attack!"
"I don’t believe he doesn’t have a weakness!"
Daikoku gripped his enormous spiked club and retreated more than ten meters.
The dozens of shinobi behind him immediately understood his intention.
They intended to use overwhelming numbers to force Lucas to reveal an opening.
In an instant, dozens of figures surged toward Lucas from every direction like a swarm of locusts.
Tenguyama Hitetsu, who was standing in the distance, suddenly became anxious.
"Young man! Don’t worry! I’ll help you!"
"No need."
Lucas took another gulp of Strong liquor and calmly looked up at the approaching shinobi.
The next moment, everyone finally saw Lucas move for the first time.
Until now, he had barely moved at all.
He was still holding his wine gourd.
His left index finger, resting against it, merely lifted slightly.
The bizarre movement left everyone momentarily stunned.
Was this really supposed to be an attack?
Then something even stranger happened.
The air around them suddenly fell completely still.
The shinobi rushing forward at high speed had just stepped within ten meters of Lucas when their expressions abruptly changed.
Excruciating pain surged through their entire bodies.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Dozens of streams of blood suddenly erupted like fireworks.
The shinobi seemed to have been struck by invisible blades, their bodies instantly torn apart.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, severed limbs and fragments of flesh flew everywhere.
It was as though the Grim Reaper himself had begun harvesting lives.
Tenguyama Hitetsu, who had been about to rush forward and help, felt a chill shoot up his spine.
Even his legs began trembling.
At that moment, he felt incredibly fortunate.
Fortunate that he had listened to Lucas and hadn’t rushed forward to help.
Otherwise, he might have become one of those corpses himself.
Only now did they finally understand what Lucas had meant when he’d corrected Daikoku earlier.
Who was really unlucky?
If you happened to encounter Lucas...
You could only accept that it was your bad luck.
Run!
Daikoku suddenly snapped back to reality.
Faced with such completely unexpected power, he didn’t dare think any further.
He immediately turned and fled.
He knew very well that Hiyori’s presence nearby meant Orochi’s entourage couldn’t be far away.
As long as he escaped and regrouped with the rest of the Oniwabanshu, they might still have a chance of taking down this uninvited guest.
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