The Rogue Logia

"Smoker, Captain!"

"Captain!"

The soldiers in the distance noticed the scene, their faces filled with shock. The Blood Plague Raven's entrance was bizarre and bloody, emerging from human flesh. Even though the soldiers were experienced, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.

"Captain!"

Tashigi's face was pale, and just as she was about to rush forward, Momonga raised an arm to stop her.

Ignoring the little boy baring his teeth at him on his shoulder, Momonga said seriously, "No, he's fine."

"What?"

Tashigi was greatly surprised. She looked back, and as expected, as the raven flapped its wings and flew away, the white mist that had exploded from Smoker's chest quickly healed, even his clothes were intact.

"Is it as expected?"

Lowett frowned slightly. This outcome was beyond reason, yet within expectation.

Without a doubt, this was the most unreasonable and roguish talent of the Logia type: Elementalization!

Aside from elemental suppression and Haki Seastone, all other physical attacks could not harm Logia users.

Not only was it practically invincible in the East Blue and the first half of the Grand Line, but Elementalization was also an extremely powerful ability in the New World. After all, Elementalization was a passive skill, while Haki was not.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Smoke condensed again to form his chest. Smoker touched his chest with lingering fear.

In that instant, he truly had the illusion that he was about to be killed.

"What kind of attack was that?"

Why did that bird appear inside him?

A faint pain lingered in his chest. It was the nerve signal transmitted before his life force was forcibly extracted and his flesh destroyed. Although Elementalization had once again allowed him to ignore the damage, that feeling was undeniable.

He suddenly leaped back, creating distance, and held his Jitte in front of him, his expression grave.

"I could die!"

The Blood Plague Raven hadn't been completely nullified, but rather ninety-nine percent. Some kind of damage still remained within him.

Although faint, if it accumulated, he would be killed!

"'Black Count' Lowett... has some skill."

White Fist!

With that thought, Smoker seriously threw a punch. His arm first turned into white smoke, then, supporting his fist, it charged towards Lowett like a dragon.

Withered Black Sand!

Sensing the incoming attack, Lowett looked up from his thoughts. His left arm also dispersed and expanded, forming a black dragon that collided with it.

Bang! Bang!

One black and one white dragon fiercely collided, intertwined, and collided again, emitting muffled thuds in the air.

Such a battle scene far exceeded the imagination of ordinary soldiers. Watching the white smoke and black sand continuously disperse and collide in the sky, they all showed expressions of horror.

Their combat methods seemed as insignificant as those of toddlers in front of such beings.

"But if this continues, I'll definitely be at a disadvantage."

Controlling the black sand and white smoke as they fought, Lowett pondered silently.

Smoker used his white smoke very effortlessly because his entire body was composed of smoke, which was inexhaustible.

For him to achieve the same effect, he needed to add the basic spell "Mental Power Control" to the Withered Black Sand, which consumed a huge amount of energy.

One plus one minus one, this couldn't last forever.

"'White Hunter' Smoker... has some skill."

They both labeled each other simultaneously when a loud noise suddenly came.

CRASH!!!

Smoker enlarged his white fist twofold, covering down like a casserole. Lowett also enlarged his black sand, not to be outdone, and rammed into it.

Rustle...!

Large amounts of white smoke and black sand scattered upon impact. The soldiers in the distance quickly retreated, protecting Momonga.

The scattered white smoke was not scary, but the black sand was!

That curtain of death rain earlier had left a very deep impression on the soldiers.

Bang bang bang!

The black sand and white smoke dragons were shattered inch by inch, and dust filled the air.

At this moment, a red light flashed and rapidly approached Smoker. Without thinking, Smoker raised his Jitte and smashed it down.

"Roar!"

Creak!!

A zombie had just rushed in front of him, but before it could attack, it was struck on the shoulder by a jutte.

A powerful force traveled through its bones, shattering them on the spot and reducing it to a pulpy mess.

But Smoker wasn't displeased; he was alarmed, as his sixth sense told him this corpse was dangerous.

There was no need to question why; a strong person's intuition was trustworthy.

White Smoke Bazooka!

His legs rapidly turned to mist and vanished, an impact erupting and lifting Smoker upwards.

But it was too late.

Gurgle gurgle!

Bubbles the size of pebbles appeared on the zombie's surface, densely rising like hills, and within half a second, the entire zombie had more than doubled in size, inflated by the bubbles.

Then...

BOOM!!!

It exploded.

Flesh Magic · Corpse Explosion Technique!

The instantly expanding gas formed visible shockwaves that surged in all directions. Smoker, who had only flown out about three meters, immediately felt a terrifying impact, as if from a cannonball explosion, flinging him away.

"This bastard..."

Doesn't he have any respect for the dead?

Smoker gritted his teeth, preparing to reform his body and charge back, when suddenly, his expression changed.

"Damn it!!"

Zombies had, at some unknown time, climbed onto the rooftops near the port. Taking advantage of his mid-air trajectory, they launched themselves at him.

He only had time to curse under his breath as dozens of zombies exploded simultaneously, engulfing the port.

BOOM... RUMBLE!!!

The shockwaves, equivalent to the explosion of dozens of cannonballs, shook the heavens and stirred up waves that swept across the ocean.

The Navy formation ahead descended into chaos, with the front-line soldiers bearing the brunt of it falling in droves instantly.

So quiet.

A soldier thought blankly, then felt a tug on his shoulder. Turning, he saw his captain, a First Class Petty Officer, shouting something at him loudly.

Ah, so I went deaf.

"Vice Admiral?"

Tashigi squatted on the ground, waiting for the shockwave of the explosion to pass. She then cautiously looked up at Momonga.

"I don't know!"

Momonga silently shook his head, holding his hands out to place the little boy, who had been knocked unconscious by the sonic blast, on the ground.

"But I believe in him."

With an explosion of this magnitude, even using Armament Haki, he might have been injured if he were in Smoker's position.

But Smoker was a Logia, the most devious of the three Devil Fruit types.

A simple explosion was ineffective against Smoker...

Probably.

Drip... drip...

Small stones, trailing wisps of smoke, fell. The dust slowly dispersed.

At this moment, the entire port town had completely changed!

The houses, which had only been left as ruined remnants under the rain of death, were now completely gone. The entire ground looked as if it had been washed by rain, clean and bare, covered in yellow sand. Only the radiating marks in the center proved what had happened moments before.

Yellow sand swirled everywhere, carrying the earthy, fishy scent that stung the nostrils.

Lowett pushed aside the bone shield that had been blocking the impact in front of him and looked towards the center.

"As expected!"

White mist floated in the air, gradually receding into his arms, shoulders, and back as time passed. Smoker knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

Drip...!

A drop of blood trickled from his eyelashes onto the yellow sand, his gaze hardening as his fingers pushed away the sand and gripped his jutte.

"He/I could injure me/him!!"

The explosion just now would have been enough to tear apart a warship, but Smoker, relying on his ridiculously overpowered Logia elementalization, had withstood ninety-nine percent of the impact.

Only the last, faint wisp of air had landed squarely on him, grazing his scalp.

"I think... I've found the trick."

Lowett's lips curled up, a glint flashing in his eyes as bright as stars.

Noticing the marks on Smoker, Tashigi behind him covered her mouth.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Captain Smoker... is actually injured?!"

In Tashigi's memory, ever since she started following Smoker, this terrifying White Hunter had never been injured.

No matter how fearsome the enemy, they couldn't touch Smoker's true body through his Elementalization.

But what had happened now?

Why was Captain Smoker injured?

Momonga's brow furrowed, and he didn't answer.

He also couldn't understand why. Although he hadn't acted, his Observation Haki had been locked onto the two combatants the entire time.

There was no fluctuation of Armament Haki!

Momonga would swear on this point.

"An unknown Devil Fruit ability that can damage a Logia to a certain extent..."

Momonga could see that Smoker had offset most of the impact with his Elementalization; otherwise, with the destructive power that would have leveled the surroundings, Smoker would have long since been reduced to dust.

"Perhaps it has something to do with his fruit's development level..."

"A terrifying ability!"

Momonga's fingers gripped his sword hilt, his eyes filled with struggle as he prepared to act.

A terrifying... enemy!

"Something's wrong, Smoker... might lose!"

Tashigi looked up in shock, her small mouth agape.

"No... no way?"