Although Kaido was somewhat drunk, he still retained a bit of his wits.
So, when Kaido saw that something was missing from Garen's hand, he immediately realized what Garen had thrown into his mouth:
"You..."
"You threw your sword into my stomach?"
After realizing this, Kaido was somewhat puzzled:
His current Dragon Form was as majestic as a mountain. Throwing a sword just over a meter long into his stomach was like swallowing a speck of dust; it would have no effect at all.
Forget a sword just over a meter long—even if that sword expanded to over ten meters, to Kaido, an eel thousands of meters long and no smaller than a massive Sea King, it would only count as an extra toothpick in his stomach. At most, it could cause a perforated stomach.
And Garen had thrown away his usual weapon right at the start. Wasn't that simply courting death?
Yet Garen's expression remained utterly calm.
"That's right, I did throw my sword in there."
Garen smiled and nodded, then added meaningfully:
"But there was something else attached to the sword."
"Something else?"
Hearing Garen's meaningful tone, more than half of Kaido's drunkenness instantly faded.
He suddenly sensed danger.
"An immortal body, huh?"
Anticipation flashed in Garen's eyes. "Let me test it out!"
Kaido's reputation as the world's strongest creature had been exaggerated to almost mythical proportions, so a large part of Garen's reason for taking the initiative this time was to test Kaido's abilities first, then carefully draw conclusions and feel his way forward by following the dragon's head.
However, Garen had thought the same thing when he had gone alone to Cake Island to visit Big Mom.
Because he had successfully assassinated Big Mom before, and because Kaido's dragon mouth was large enough to fit several