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Chapter 1272: The Powerful Smoker!
On the plaza between the Royal Palace Castle and the City Gate.
Smoker, in a dark green officer's uniform with a black trench coat draped over it, was being besieged by a large number of Royal Army soldiers.
These soldiers were covered in blue metal armor and wore white capes on their backs.
The weapons in everyone's hands were mainly spears, with a small portion holding long sabers.
This was also directly related to the popularization of Breathing Styles.
Currently, the five major styles of the 'Demon Slayer Breathing Style' were being taught even in public primary schools.
It was incredibly easy for other forces and organizations among civilians to get their hands on them.
The Royal Army, as the highest armed force of a Kingdom, was naturally no exception.
Moreover, the World Government's goal was to make every Sea Star Person capable of using Breathing Styles.
However, for the Royal Army, there was one tricky point.
That was the weapon they had practiced with for many years before: the spear.
And the matching techniques for Breathing Styles were basically centered around the blade.
Although Experts could adjust and improve based on their own needs, where could the Royal Army find so many Experts?
They could only abandon their spears and take up blades, starting from scratch to learn swordsmanship, and then diligently master the Sword Form of the Breathing Style School.
The various costs involved in this were indeed significant for most soldiers.
Furthermore, learning to use the blade was not something that could be done overnight.
So, currently, only those who previously had a certain foundation in swordsmanship could more or less utilize Sword Forms.
The others had only mastered the breathing rhythm of 'Total Concentration'.
This allowed them to temporarily strengthen their heart and lungs through deep breathing during combat, allowing their blood to absorb a large amount of oxygen, thereby improving their body's functions.
At the same time, based on the Breathing Style School, the enhancements varied in focus.
Although they lacked the power and element effects brought by Sword Forms, they could still significantly improve their combat power.
However, there were still some soldiers who were conflicted about giving up their spears.
This was also a problem faced by soldiers in other Kingdoms of the World, or by civilians who were not swordsmen.
To put it simply, there was an urgent need for matching breathing style techniques suitable for other weapons.
This was actually a topic that Zephyr's Military and Political Department had been focusing on researching recently.
After all, many people in the Military also disliked using blades.
For this purpose, they planned to gather Experts proficient in various long weapons.
Together, they would create a set of 'Spear Forms' suitable for popularization among the masses.
"Wind Breathing, First Form!"
"Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
"Flame Breathing, First Form!"
"Unknowing Fire!"
Two Captains of the Royal Army, taking advantage of Smoker kicking away a dozen soldiers with a whip kick, launched a sneak attack from the east and west directions respectively.
Suddenly, a mass of blazing fire and a horizontally spinning whirlwind rapidly pincer-attacked Smoker, who had just retracted his right leg.
Although the level of their Breathing Style wasn't high, relying on the powerful physical prowess of the Sea Star People.
Their attack power was even stronger than the 'Flame Hashira' and the 'Wind Hashira' Sanemi Shinazugawa from the 'Canon'.
However, facing such a fierce offensive, Smoker's heart was completely calm, without a single ripple.
He didn't even need to use Haki, relying solely on the enhancement of 'Iron Mass Fist Art' and 'Stone Breathing', he attacked with both fists.
Immediately, the air along the path was blasted open by the strength on his fists, forming explosive sounds and surging Qi Energy.
He directly confronted the incoming flame and whirlwind head-on.
[Clang!!!]
His fists, hard as steel, collided with the illusory blade.
A piercing clanging sound exploded in the plaza.
Many nearby soldiers looked pained, instinctively covering their ears and retreating repeatedly.
But how could their pain compare to the two Captains who faced the force of the punches directly?
The long sabers in their hands were first shattered on the spot.
Even before the flame and whirlwind around them vanished, the Fist Force was transmitted through the blades and the air into their bodies.
In an instant, the flesh on their arms was torn apart, and their bones were shattered.
The last bit of remaining force entered their bodies, and their internal organs were damaged.
Immediately, they spat blood and were sent flying back, knocking over several soldiers before landing heavily.
However, the intense pain in their arms immediately followed, brutally tormenting their minds and wills.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Ughhh, my hand!!"
But this place had already turned into a chaotic battlefield, and their screams were ignored by everyone.
Smoker maintained his advance, stepping onto the steps leading directly to the Royal Palace.
His fists turned into afterimages, constantly striking in all directions. The powerful strength propelled waves of air, forming gusts of fist wind.
The Royal Army soldiers blocking his front, or attempting to attack from the sides or behind him, were swept away as if by a hurricane.
The swords and spears in their hands were shattered, and the armor on their bodies was dented and cracked.
Broken blades and fragments flew out like bullets, and scarlet blood splattered everywhere.
Bodies flying out like cannonballs constantly knocked down their unprepared comrades behind them.
Countless wails rose and fell, suppressed by the angry battle cries filled with rage.
But no matter how the Royal Army tried their best to intercept, Smoker overwhelmingly broke through layer after layer of defense lines.
He easily crossed all the steps and reached the platform in front of the Castle Main Gate.
Next, he just needed to break into the Castle, capture King Galil Pat, hand him over to Kamado Tanjiro and the others to guard, and then wait for the people from Enies Lobby to come and take over.
Then his first independently executed Military Police Mission in his life would be completed.
"Hmm?"
But just as Smoker's gaze passed through the crowd of figures and looked towards the Castle Main Gate.
That huge iron door was actually slowly opening.
Only to see a figure completely clad in black armor, with no weapon in his hands, and wearing an Oni mask on his face, slowly walk out from the gate.
His figure was very burly, estimated to be five meters tall. Every step he took on the ground made a heavy sound.
Moreover, the aura emanating from him far surpassed that of the surrounding Royal Army.
Smoker knew he had encountered an Expert.
"All you Small Fry get the hell out of the way for me! This guy is mine, General Spade!"
This Black Armor Knight walked closer and roughly ordered to stop the Royal Army who still wanted to charge forward.
The soldiers recognized that this was the Expert invited by His Majesty the King, and they quickly obediently stopped and retreated.
To be honest, this made many people let out a sigh of relief.
They had long since given up on fighting Smoker; they simply couldn't see any hope of winning.
"Hey, you're called Smoker, right? Let's agree first, if you lose, go back immediately, I won't..."
But before this General Spade could finish speaking, Smoker instantly appeared in front of him.
His tightly clenched right fist smashed into the pitch-black plate armor like a cannonball.
[Dong!!!]
A deafening heavy impact exploded, and a circle of sonic boom mist spread around the point of contact.
Only to see the ground beneath Smoker's feet crack from the force, producing spiderweb-like cracks that spread outwards.
General Spade, who didn't react in time, retreated backwards four or five steps, each step leaving a large crater.
But ultimately, he didn't fall down. Only a remarkably clear Fist Print appeared on the armor on his chest.
This scene made Smoker frown slightly, thinking to himself, "He's certainly heavy, and the quality of the armor is also good."
However, he felt that the other party wouldn't only have this, and of course, he also didn't use his Full Strength.
[Regarding someone suggesting inserting pictures in the chapter, what is everyone's opinion?]
(End of this chapter)
On the plaza between the Royal Palace Castle and the City Gate.
Smoker, in a dark green officer's uniform with a black trench coat draped over it, was being besieged by a large number of Royal Army soldiers.
These soldiers were covered in blue metal armor and wore white capes on their backs.
The weapons in everyone's hands were mainly spears, with a small portion holding long sabers.
This was also directly related to the popularization of Breathing Styles.
Currently, the five major styles of the 'Demon Slayer Breathing Style' were being taught even in public primary schools.
It was incredibly easy for other forces and organizations among civilians to get their hands on them.
The Royal Army, as the highest armed force of a Kingdom, was naturally no exception.
Moreover, the World Government's goal was to make every Sea Star Person capable of using Breathing Styles.
However, for the Royal Army, there was one tricky point.
That was the weapon they had practiced with for many years before: the spear.
And the matching techniques for Breathing Styles were basically centered around the blade.
Although Experts could adjust and improve based on their own needs, where could the Royal Army find so many Experts?
They could only abandon their spears and take up blades, starting from scratch to learn swordsmanship, and then diligently master the Sword Form of the Breathing Style School.
The various costs involved in this were indeed significant for most soldiers.
Furthermore, learning to use the blade was not something that could be done overnight.
So, currently, only those who previously had a certain foundation in swordsmanship could more or less utilize Sword Forms.
The others had only mastered the breathing rhythm of 'Total Concentration'.
This allowed them to temporarily strengthen their heart and lungs through deep breathing during combat, allowing their blood to absorb a large amount of oxygen, thereby improving their body's functions.
At the same time, based on the Breathing Style School, the enhancements varied in focus.
Although they lacked the power and element effects brought by Sword Forms, they could still significantly improve their combat power.
However, there were still some soldiers who were conflicted about giving up their spears.
This was also a problem faced by soldiers in other Kingdoms of the World, or by civilians who were not swordsmen.
To put it simply, there was an urgent need for matching breathing style techniques suitable for other weapons.
This was actually a topic that Zephyr's Military and Political Department had been focusing on researching recently.
After all, many people in the Military also disliked using blades.
For this purpose, they planned to gather Experts proficient in various long weapons.
Together, they would create a set of 'Spear Forms' suitable for popularization among the masses.
"Wind Breathing, First Form!"
"Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
"Flame Breathing, First Form!"
"Unknowing Fire!"
Two Captains of the Royal Army, taking advantage of Smoker kicking away a dozen soldiers with a whip kick, launched a sneak attack from the east and west directions respectively.
Suddenly, a mass of blazing fire and a horizontally spinning whirlwind rapidly pincer-attacked Smoker, who had just retracted his right leg.
Although the level of their Breathing Style wasn't high, relying on the powerful physical prowess of the Sea Star People.
Their attack power was even stronger than the 'Flame Hashira' and the 'Wind Hashira' Sanemi Shinazugawa from the 'Canon'.
However, facing such a fierce offensive, Smoker's heart was completely calm, without a single ripple.
He didn't even need to use Haki, relying solely on the enhancement of 'Iron Mass Fist Art' and 'Stone Breathing', he attacked with both fists.
Immediately, the air along the path was blasted open by the strength on his fists, forming explosive sounds and surging Qi Energy.
He directly confronted the incoming flame and whirlwind head-on.
[Clang!!!]
His fists, hard as steel, collided with the illusory blade.
A piercing clanging sound exploded in the plaza.
Many nearby soldiers looked pained, instinctively covering their ears and retreating repeatedly.
But how could their pain compare to the two Captains who faced the force of the punches directly?
The long sabers in their hands were first shattered on the spot.
Even before the flame and whirlwind around them vanished, the Fist Force was transmitted through the blades and the air into their bodies.
In an instant, the flesh on their arms was torn apart, and their bones were shattered.
The last bit of remaining force entered their bodies, and their internal organs were damaged.
Immediately, they spat blood and were sent flying back, knocking over several soldiers before landing heavily.
However, the intense pain in their arms immediately followed, brutally tormenting their minds and wills.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Ughhh, my hand!!"
But this place had already turned into a chaotic battlefield, and their screams were ignored by everyone.
Smoker maintained his advance, stepping onto the steps leading directly to the Royal Palace.
His fists turned into afterimages, constantly striking in all directions. The powerful strength propelled waves of air, forming gusts of fist wind.
The Royal Army soldiers blocking his front, or attempting to attack from the sides or behind him, were swept away as if by a hurricane.
The swords and spears in their hands were shattered, and the armor on their bodies was dented and cracked.
Broken blades and fragments flew out like bullets, and scarlet blood splattered everywhere.
Bodies flying out like cannonballs constantly knocked down their unprepared comrades behind them.
Countless wails rose and fell, suppressed by the angry battle cries filled with rage.
But no matter how the Royal Army tried their best to intercept, Smoker overwhelmingly broke through layer after layer of defense lines.
He easily crossed all the steps and reached the platform in front of the Castle Main Gate.
Next, he just needed to break into the Castle, capture King Galil Pat, hand him over to Kamado Tanjiro and the others to guard, and then wait for the people from Enies Lobby to come and take over.
Then his first independently executed Military Police Mission in his life would be completed.
"Hmm?"
But just as Smoker's gaze passed through the crowd of figures and looked towards the Castle Main Gate.
That huge iron door was actually slowly opening.
Only to see a figure completely clad in black armor, with no weapon in his hands, and wearing an Oni mask on his face, slowly walk out from the gate.
His figure was very burly, estimated to be five meters tall. Every step he took on the ground made a heavy sound.
Moreover, the aura emanating from him far surpassed that of the surrounding Royal Army.
Smoker knew he had encountered an Expert.
"All you Small Fry get the hell out of the way for me! This guy is mine, General Spade!"
This Black Armor Knight walked closer and roughly ordered to stop the Royal Army who still wanted to charge forward.
The soldiers recognized that this was the Expert invited by His Majesty the King, and they quickly obediently stopped and retreated.
To be honest, this made many people let out a sigh of relief.
They had long since given up on fighting Smoker; they simply couldn't see any hope of winning.
"Hey, you're called Smoker, right? Let's agree first, if you lose, go back immediately, I won't..."
But before this General Spade could finish speaking, Smoker instantly appeared in front of him.
His tightly clenched right fist smashed into the pitch-black plate armor like a cannonball.
[Dong!!!]
A deafening heavy impact exploded, and a circle of sonic boom mist spread around the point of contact.
Only to see the ground beneath Smoker's feet crack from the force, producing spiderweb-like cracks that spread outwards.
General Spade, who didn't react in time, retreated backwards four or five steps, each step leaving a large crater.
But ultimately, he didn't fall down. Only a remarkably clear Fist Print appeared on the armor on his chest.
This scene made Smoker frown slightly, thinking to himself, "He's certainly heavy, and the quality of the armor is also good."
However, he felt that the other party wouldn't only have this, and of course, he also didn't use his Full Strength.
[Regarding someone suggesting inserting pictures in the chapter, what is everyone's opinion?]
(End of this chapter)
