Ronglin's eyes shifted as he unleashed Observation Haki, sensing whether any powerful individuals were nearby. People as strong as Aokiji and Bony-Sen, too powerful to conceal themselves, were easy for him to detect. But for those of average or lesser strength, Ronglin found it difficult to distinguish who was who.
He swiftly arrived at the arena. There were no overwhelmingly powerful figures around, but there were plenty of people with some skill, all stationed beneath the arena.
Using Six Powers—Shave, Ronglin's swift figure darted several times. Before the arena guards could react, he had already passed through their defenses and successfully entered the passage leading to the underground prison.
Before long, Ronglin heard increasingly loud wails of agony.
"Who goes there?" When Ronglin appeared openly at the passage exit, the guards cried out and raised their weapons at him.
Ronglin flashed forward. The speed of Six Powers—Shave was far beyond what ordinary soldiers could follow. The soldier only saw Ronglin vanish before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain at the back of his head. His vision spun, darkness fell over his eyes, and he knew nothing more.
After knocking out the guard in a single blow, Ronglin strode quickly to the prison holding countless wounded people.
Every person in the prison was covered in blood, missing arms or legs. Aside from a few simple bandages around their wounds, they had received no other treatment or care. Tossing these severely injured and disabled people into such a filthy prison was no different from chopping off their heads with a blade.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Ronglin asked, "Are you all wounded fighters who lost in the arena? Where is Rebecca?"
The people clutched their wounds bitterly. "Yes. Once we were injured badly enough that we could no longer fight,