Fujitora's gravity field bore down hard on Blackbeard.
But Blackbeard still forced himself up from the pit under the crushing gravity.
As one of the Four Emperors who had taken Whitebeard's place in the original story, Blackbeard relied on far more than his Devil Fruit ability.
Physical strength, martial arts, battle techniques...
Blackbeard had spent more than twenty years in the Whitebeard Pirates, and he lacked none of those things. It was just that, normally, they were hidden beneath his arrogant, reckless, and thoroughly punchable behavior.
Blackbeard rose to his feet. Thin streams of blood ran from his forehead down his face and dripped onto the ground.
He had taken several heavy blows in succession, but Blackbeard's physical condition had not visibly deteriorated.
That was not merely the damage reduction provided by Armament Haki. It was also the benefit of having a powerful physique.
In fact, at their level, they all possessed resilience that could basically be called monstrous.
"Black Hole!"
Blackbeard's expression twisted viciously, his eyes bloodshot. Vast amounts of darkness surged from his shoulders, rising against the gravity like thick smoke.
The darkness floated upward and silently dissolved Fujitora's Hell Journey.
Blackbeard then swiftly glanced back at Fujitora, his gaze cold.
The current admiral, whom countless people called a monster, had rather avoid battle and take up position first on the road that everyone had to pass through to reach the town of Dressrosa.
That action had instead nipped several of Blackbeard's malicious thoughts in the bud.
Originally...
Blackbeard had planned to use Black Hole to devour the buildings and people of the town of Dressrosa while searching for Vergo, using them as a means of attack or as obstacles to slow the enemy's pursuit.
As for how many people would die, he would never have cared.
But