The blade originally held by Jinbe transformed back into a shadow, merging into the new blade.
In the Shadow Revolution, Shadow Warriors can also be used as substitutes!
The increased injuries caused blood to spill from Jinbe's mouth as his palm turned into a fierce fist, quickly crashing down.
"Karakusagawara Seiken!"
Bam!
The fist struck down, missing Moriah's body, dodged by the shapeshifting shadow that altered Moriah's form, but the omnidirectional shockwave was more than real, hitting Moriah squarely.
Rocked by the impact, Moriah's body staggered; instinctively leaning back, Jinbe pushed off with a foot, pulling the blade from his body in one swift motion.
Shhh!
But at that instant, Moriah suddenly swung his sword, carving a gash across Jinbe's chest, drawing more blood.
"Hee hee hee..."
Only then did Moriah slowly raise his head, not even shifting his stance, saying with a grin: "My Shadow Revolution has far more uses than that."
It's not about commanding the body but controlling the shadow, the shadow manipulating the body, achieving a physique capable of rapid response despite lack of training!
Even being hit doesn't matter, as long as the mind is intact, controlling the shadow to influence the body and continue attacking is indeed possible.
Moreover...
Thud!
Jinbe hadn't even steadied himself when a sound came from his chest.
He stood there dumbfounded, instinctively looking down, seeing a shadow piercing through his chest.
"Shadow Horn Spear."
Moriah's shadow, at some unknown time, had connected with Jinbe's, extending backward, suddenly protruding, rising from the ground in a gecko-shaped long hair from behind.
The sudden piercing caused Jinbe's body to come to a halt.
Moriah's foot already stood within the elongated shadow.
"Shadow Stepping Technique!"
Moriah laughed: "There's no environment, create environment, shadows not sufficient? Then concentrate them! I am indeed…"
Whoosh!
From the lengthened shadow, Moriah flashed over, raising his sword once more, chopping down fiercely.
"Shadow Mage!!"
The blade, blooming with black flashes, struck Jinbe's forehead, even prompting a reel of images to flash through Jinbe's mind in the electrifying moment.
His youth as a hoodlum leader in Fishman Street, later becoming a soldier of the Dragon Palace Royal Palace, and thereafter… founding the Sun Pirates with Boss Tiger.
Throughout the journey, he had seen much, initially harboring hatred towards humans like Arlong, but through Boss Tiger's persuasion, began to understand humans, no longer spreading hatred.
Experiencing Otohime's death, witnessing Shirahoshi summoning Sea Kings, grateful for the protection the old man provided for Fishman Island, having served under Big Mom, and finally, being moved by Luffy, deciding to join them.
Luffy...
"If anyone can surpass the world, then hosting a grand banquet for everyone worldwide could indeed surpass the world!"
A glimmer of determination flashed in Jinbe's eyes as he suddenly looked up, exclaiming: "I'm willing to lay down my life to help Luffy become Pirate King! Do not underestimate the Sea Hero, do not underestimate the future Pirate King's helmsman!!"
A fist tightened.
"Fishman Karate Secret Technique: Onigawara Seiken!!"
Boom!!!
The fist, blossoming with black flashes, collided with the descending blade, releasing an even greater blast of black flashes, as if unleashing thunderbolts.
Both using the ultimate Armament, both harboring an unwavering determination.
One believes his captain will surely become Pirate King, changing the future of fishmen and mermaids, sacrificing life to aid his growth.
The other trusts his dreams entirely to his captain, believing the captain will steadily carry out his plans, likewise sacrificing life to see them succeed.
Their gazes crossed in the black flashes, simultaneously shifting positions, striking past each other.
Bam!
Jinbe's fist landed upon Moriah's chest.
Slash!!
Moriah's sword, from Jinbe's shoulder, slashed directly downward to the waist, cutting through the previous gash.
Boom!
The brief collision unleashed an impact, bursting open the floor around them, spreading from the fourth floor straight to the bottom.
Thud.
Moriah landed at the edge of the floor, one hand gripping the sword, the other clutching his chest, gazing down at Jinbe, whose eyes had rolled white, body pierced, falling towards the bottom, smirking while blood flowed, yet loudly exclaiming:
"Host a banquet for the world? The Straw Hat boy doesn't even have a territory. Where does he get the audacity? Promises are ultimately lesser than tangible rewards. I possess more substance than you, Jinbe! I have won!!"