Jabra didn't just disappear. In that brief instant, within 0.36 seconds, he generated an explosive reaction force by stomping the ground dozens of times at high speed, propelling himself at an astonishing velocity of 100 meters in four seconds.
Drake and Jonathan saw only a blur before Jabra's ferocious face suddenly appeared through the billowing smoke.
Drake barely had time to raise his knee for protection before he felt the crushing force of the opponent's strike. If it weren't for his brutal training and his desperate use of an immature Iron Body(Tekkai), that single blow would have shattered his leg. Even so, he was sent skidding back, his shoe leaving a long scorch mark on the stone floor.
Jonathan, lacking refined physical skills, suffered a silent defeat as Jabra kicked him away mid-air.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones was unmistakable. Jabra raised his blood-stained arm, licking the wound with his tongue, his eyes filled with increasing malice.
"A bunch of runts who haven't even graduated—how dare they hurt me?"
Jabra felt a burning pain on his face, which fueled his rage, especially with the other CP9 members watching. Daddy Masterson, sensing the malice, raised his custom pistol and fired seven shots in rapid succession.
Bang bang bang!
Before the bullets could connect, Jabra vanished using Soru (Shave). He reappeared inches from Daddy, a cruel smirk on his face.
"That's not how you use a gun."
"Finger Pistol: Gatling!" (Shigan)
Jabra unleashed a flurry of strikes with his hardened index finger. Each strike had the power of a bullet, piercing through Daddy Masterson's torso and damaging his internal organs in an instant. Daddycollapsed into a pool of blood as a suffocating sense of death gripped his heart.
Only two or three minutes had passed, and most of Damon's friends were down. When Jabra tried to finish off the fallen sniper, Hina erupted in fury.
"Stop!"
Black steel pipes sprouted from Hina's arms, forming a cage to trap him. Jabra simply sneered, "Too slow!" and bypassed the iron fence. He delivered a brutal knee kick to Hina's abdomen, sending her arching back in agony.
Jabra looked at the only unharmed boy left. "Kid, are you scared out of your wits? Don't worry, it's your turn next!"
Instead of using speed, Jabra walked toward Damon step by step, his confidence overflowing. Damonstood still, his bangs obscuring his eyes, his chest burning with rage.
"Burn yourself out... surpass your limits."
"This is the true essence of Flame Breathing!"
A wave of fire rippled from Damon's feet. In the next instant, he stomped the ground, unleashing a speed that rivaled Soru! Jabra's pupils contracted, but he was already submerged in a roaring dragon of fire.
"Ninth Form: Purgatory!"
The domineering flames engulfed Jabra. His charred body flew through the air like a broken kite, slamming into the wall next to Rob Lucci, causing the concrete to collapse.
Rob Lucci awoke with a start, his eyes sharpening. Damon raised his glowing blade, pointing it directly at the elite agent.
"Rob Lucci... would you like to dance too?"
The flickering flames lay prostrate at the boy's feet, like loyal subjects kneeling before a king. Issuing a declaration of war to the most talented CP9 agent in history, Damon stood tall in his white training uniform.
When Damon revealed the identity of the "Legend of 500 Soldiers," Smoker and the others felt a surge of horror. They never expected to face someone of Lucci's caliber on Enies Lobby. In truth, the CP9 were there to plot against the Pluto blueprints in Water Seven, but Spandam had diverted them for his personal revenge.
Rob Lucci ignored his fallen comrade, his eyes sharpening like a predator's. Damon met his gaze without fear, their spirits clashing like electricity.
"Flawless!" the others thought. "He has no openings!"
But Damon was focused on the system's prize wheel.
"Ding! Congratulations for reciting a classic line from Naruto. Prize wheel activated!"
[Sharingan: Single Tomoe]: * Grants powerful perception and the ability to predict the opponent's movements.*
Damon felt a cool sensation as his pupils turned blood-red, a single tomoe rotating slowly. Luccinoticed the change, his animal-like intuition warning him that this boy was no ordinary rookie.
Lucci stomped his leather shoes and vanished. To an ordinary eye, he was a blur, but to the Sharingan, his high-speed movement was clear as day.
"Second Form: Ascending Blaze!"
"Rankyaku!" (Tempest Kick)
Damon slashed upward, his flaming arc colliding precisely with Lucci's crescent-shaped air kick! The heat nearly singed Lucci's top hat.
Lucci stood on his left foot, while his right leg—hardened by Tekkai (Iron Body)—clashed against Damon's longsword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Steel met flesh-turned-iron, sparks flying with every rhythmic collision. The real battle had finally begun.