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Luffy and Boa Hancock charged into battle, their weapons gleaming in the light like fiery swords. Luffy's dual Desert Eagles, chambered in .50 AE High-Explosive Incendiary rounds, seemed to dance in his hands like deadly serpents, the golden anchor emblem on the slide glinting with each movement like a beacon of destruction. The iconic Straw Hat Jolly Roger, emblazoned on the grip, seemed to grin menacingly, its white skull and crossbones stark against the black background, as Luffy unleashed his fury upon the Hashira. Boa Hancock's Origin 12 shotgun, chambered in Dragon's Breath rounds, seemed to crackle with energy like a living dragon, the ruby-red gemstone in the stock flashing like a warning beacon as she unleashed a barrage of incendiary shells that illuminated the darkened room like a fiery storm.

Sanji, meanwhile, perched himself on a nearby vantage point, his AXSR rifle chambered in .224 Valkyrie incendiary rounds at the ready, its sleek, black design gleaming in the light like a deadly viper. The stock was adorned with a small, golden cooking utensil emblem, a nod to Sanji's culinary skills and his love of cooking, which seemed to gleam with a fierce determination as he waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the battlefield below, his finger tightening around the trigger as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Inosuke, with his barbaric nature, unleashed his "Eighth Form: Explosive Rush", a frenzied assault that sent him charging forward like a wild beast, his body a blur of motion as he struck at the air with his Nichirin Katana’s, both blades gleaming in the light like shards of lightning. But Boa Hancock's relentless barrage of Dragon's Breath rounds was too much for him, and his body was quickly incinerated, reduced to a smoldering husk that crumbled to the ground like a burnt offering.

Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, attempted to unleash his "Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze", a mystical attack that summoned a swirling vortex of mist and cloud that seemed to writhe and twist like a living entity. But Luffy's Conqueror's Haki, dominated Muichiro's psyche, filling him with a sudden surge of fear and intimidation. Muichiro's eyes widened in terror, unable to move as Luffy appeared at point-blank range, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he said "Womp Womp" before delivering a finishing blow with his Desert Eagle, striking Muichiro down with a single .50 AE High-Explosive Incendiary round that tore through his chest like a fiery comet, leaving a gaping wound that poured blood onto the ground like a crimson waterfall. The wound was eerily similar to the one that had claimed the life of Kyojuro Rengoku, the former Flame Hashira, who had met his fate in a similar manner, a testament to the brutal efficiency of both Luffy's, firepower and Conqueror's Haki.

As the effect of Luffy’s conqueror’s Haki had worn down, Giyu the Water Hashira, charged forward with his Nichirin Katana, its blade gleaming in the light like a shimmering wave, as he unleashed his "Tenth Form: Constant Flux" attack, a flowing assault that seemed to adapt and change like a living thing, its power and strength increasing with each rotation like a gathering storm. Luffy fired multiple shots at Giyu, but the Water Hashira's attack was relentless, flowing like water to avoid each bullet, its power and strength increasing with each rotation. Just as Giyu seemed unstoppable, Boa Hancock appeared behind him, her Origin 12 shotgun firing a point-blank shot that struck Giyu with incredible force, his body crumpling to the ground like a fallen statue, his katana slipping from his grasp and sliding across the floor with a metallic screech.

Obanai, the Serpent Hashira, charged with swiftness, wielding his Nichirin Katana, its blade gleaming in the light like a coiled serpent, as he unleashed his "Second Form: Venom Fangs of the Narrow Head" attack, dashing behind Boa Hancock at blinding speed and aiming to swiftly slice off her head from behind. But Sanji was too quick, and his incendiary round fired true with high velocity from an incredible range, striking Obanai's leg and crippling him, his body crashing to the ground like a fallen tree, his katana slipping from his grasp and sliding across the floor with a metallic screech.

As Obanai kneeled from a grasp on his knee’s weakened and unarmed as the devastating effect of the incendiary round took place, afflicting severe burns to his wound, Boa Hancock approached him with a cold, calculating gaze, her Origin 12 shotgun still smoking from her previous shot. With a swift and merciless motion, she ended Obanai's life with a point-blank shot, his body slumping to the ground like a lifeless doll, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.

The room was a battlefield, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and blood, the walls cracked and shattered from the force of the attacks, the floor slick with the blood of the fallen. The sound of gunfire and the clash of steel on steel echoed through the halls, a deadly symphony that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. As the remaining Demon Slayer in the room, was a trembling and fearful Zenitsu Agatsuma.

Luffy, with a flick of his wrist, disposed of both depleted magazines, simultaneously clicking in both mag release buttons with a metallic clink. He swiped his Desert Eagles down, empty flared mag wells facing downwards, towards his quick reload belt, where magazines were positioned in the direction of his swift and quick motion. In one fluid motion, he racked both pistols with a flourish, his arms crossing as he wedged the iron sights of both pistols, one upside down and one right side up, with both barrels facing opposite directions, showcasing his finesse.

As he set his AXSR aside, Sanji reached for his Anzio 20mm rifle, its massive barrel gleaming with a deadly intent. He knew that Zenitsu wasn't a formidable foe, but he was loading a round with Zenitsu's name on it, purely for his own amusement. He chambered the round with a sinister smile, his eyes glinting with a cruel light.

Boa Hancock, standing beside Luffy, gazed at him with a soft, affectionate expression, her eyes shining with a warm light. She reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair out of his face, her touch tender and comforting. Luffy's eyes never left Zenitsu's, his gaze piercing and cold, as he delivered his spine-chilling monologue.

"You'll never be able to fanum tax, without understanding the concept how a true sigma goon’s," Luffy sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You'll never understand the true principles of the Skibidi rizzler scheme. You're cooked, because you couldn't even rizz Nezuko's gyatt. You were always mogged by everyone else, and now you will always remain within the limits of an L rizz bum, lil bro." Zenitsu's eyes widened in terror as Luffy's words struck him like a cold, hard slap. He trembled, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "He's right... I am cooked... And he has W rizz, something I've never experienced..."

Boa Hancock's gaze never wavered, her eyes fixed on Luffy with a deep affection and admiration. She knew that Luffy was a force to be reckoned with, a true warrior who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. And in this moment, she was proud to stand by his side, to support him in his quest for victory.

The air was heavy with tension as Zenitsu's words hung in the air, a stark admission of defeat. Sanji's finger hovered over the trigger, his rifle poised to deliver the final blow. Luffy's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, his smile twisted and cruel as he savored the fear that radiated from Zenitsu's very being. The silence was oppressive, a palpable force that weighed heavy on Zenitsu's shoulders, crushing him beneath its weight. He knew he was doomed, and the knowledge was suffocating him.

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Here are the 9 forms of crocodile Breathing!🐊🐊

First Form: Raging Tail Whip

Second Form: Scaly Armour

Third Form: Ravenous Apex

Fourth Form: Crocodiles Waiting Game

Fifth Form: Leaping Croc-Headed God

Sixth Form: Wall Of Apophyllite

Seventh Form: Lake-Side requiem

Eighth Form: Dance Of The Makara

Ninth Form: Death Roll

(This was suggested by FlamingDino_•)

I completely lost all sense of dread and respect of him because of the fandom. During my re-watch I realized that he is actually intimidating.

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GUESS WHO IT IS!! This one is pretty easy LOL

WARNING: CHATGPT MAY BE WRONG ABOUT SOME THINGS.

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Recent figure pickup 🔥