The Cheesy Advantage of Logia Fruits

Oboro's elegant stance resembled that of a dancer in the dark.

He showed no panic in the face of Smoker's offensive.

Instead, the latter heard a faint laugh.

"I really miss those days..."

Long sighed.

Smoker's ability reminded him of the same Soul Ghost Mist he had released back in the Hunter World.

"You caught me?"

However, Oboro quickly changed his tone, "It's me who's been waiting for you."

"Lie down!"

From the smoke ahead, Smoker's cold, stern face materialized, along with his 10-handed sword waving.

Whoosh! The weapon made of Seastone slashed through the air with such power and speed that it made a whistling sound, but Oboro retreated and dodged it.

Almost the instant the attack missed, the 'Smoker' in front of them turned into wisps of white smoke and disappeared.

And at the same time, it condensed from behind Oboro.

Smoker's outstretched hand was about to press down on Oboro's hat.

Bang! At the critical moment, Long suddenly turned around and fired his bent elbow like a cannonball, but it only blasted away the smoke.

"This feel..."

Long looked at the fist and found it quite interesting.

Based on his judgment, that last shot was bound to hit.

In other words, if Smoker were a physical entity, he would definitely get hurt.

"Immune to all physical attacks?"

Oboro murmured something.

Looking up, I found myself surrounded by a vast expanse of white, unable to locate my target with the naked eye.

In the perception of the soul, Smoker's soul is like ions, dispersed, yet connected in some way.

It was as if one's individual soul had merged with the entire cloud of smoke.

The theory that Devil Fruit possess a 'soul inheritance' is mentioned by the Five Elders in the original work, and it seems to be most evident in 'Zoan-type Devil Fruit'. But now it seems that Logia-type fruits also have this theory...

The smoke grew thicker and thicker, completely engulfing the space.

Smoker was clearly using his Devil Fruit power to try and stop him from breathing, thereby reducing his bodily functions.

Hold your breath and begin circulating your internal energy.

"White Vine".

Suddenly, Oboro heard a cold shout.

Several solidified Chain of smoke, like long snakes, coiled around and approached.

Smoker immediately displayed his footwork and agility, his nimble and graceful figure startling Smoker in the shadows.

Because he controlled the 'Chain' formed by the smoke, which had blocked all angles in front, behind, left, and right, even in the extremely compressed space, Oboro could still move as nimbly as a fish in the sea, and instantly appeared in front of his main body following the sound source.

Boom! Another One-Punch Man was thrown, the smoke exploded and dissipated, along with Smoker's blurry elemental body.

"Observation Haki?"

Smoker was stunned.

In the thick smoke, the other party should have lost sight long ago, let alone be able to find his location... The only power he could think of was Observation Haki.

"White Fist!"

He then retaliated, his two arms suddenly extending with the smoke, rushing towards Long over an extremely long distance.

Like two remotely controlled rockets that kept circling and flying, they were aimed at Oboro's face.

Meanwhile, the person with the cigar in their mouth also used their ability 'White Gale' to rush towards Oboro.

But soon, Smoker felt the pressure.

All of his attacks were easily dodged by Long; the opponent's swaying body and coordination were simply superhuman! Even though he thought he had pushed his offensive techniques to the limit, he just couldn't hit his opponent. This man seemed to know all of his attack routes and thoughts beforehand.

During the fight, he was repeatedly hit by Long's punches and kicks.

The flesh was repeatedly exploded into smoke.

A few minutes later, after being punched and shattered once again by Oboro's fist, Smoker flew into the sky like a jet engine. Only then did Oboro see that white smoke walls were closing in on him and crushing him.

Smoker's Devil Fruit ability, specifically the Logia-type smoke, can solidify into a tangible texture, rather than remaining ethereal. The surrounding high walls were closing in on him, pressing down, and the space above his head was filled with smoke.

"As expected... quite impressive."

Long couldn't help but offer a compliment.

Smoker uses close-quarters combat to create confusion while denying his opponent a chance to move.

"It's too late to regret it now... Loguetown isn't a place you can come and go as you please." In the brief moment when the smoke above his head thinned, Oboro saw Smoker floating above him, his cold eyes fixed on him, and he spoke with an air of absolute certainty.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a deafening commotion erupted from the white smoke enveloping the scene.

It was like an explosive device being detonated.

The fog wall was blasted open.

Immediately, the shadowy figure darted out and escaped.

He increased the force of his punch and unleashed his martial arts technique, God Fist.

While Smoker's smoke-based ability has some offensive and defensive capabilities, it might be effective against smaller One Piece, but it's unlikely to trap him... because Smoker's smoke-based ability also has its limits. His Logia-type Devil Fruit, whether developed or possessing inherent properties, is far inferior to the three admirals of the Navy.

Of course, it is also mainly related to Smoker's current strength.

After withdrawing, Oboro slowly straightened his back, put his hands in his pockets, and looked like he didn't want to fight anymore.

"The power of Logia-type Devil Fruits is indeed very overpowered... Without Haki to spare, someone like you is practically invincible from the start," Oboro commented with a smile.

After saying that, he started to back away, clearly intending to run away.

With that movement, Smoker, who was in the air just a second ago, instantly appeared beside Oboro.

Its speed was even faster than his Devil Fruit ability, White Gale! Bang! Oboro's arm, which was tucked into his pocket, suddenly swung out, his five fingers like sharp knives, trying to tear Smoker's 'body' apart.

Anyway, they'll all be elementalized.

But... this time, when his attack landed on Smoker, his fingers felt as if they had touched a hard iron plate.

It also emitted a harsh, grating sound.

"Um?"

"Navy Six Powers, Shave... and Iron Body!"

Long noticed something fishy.

The previous series of elemental transformations easily gave Oboro a preconceived notion that the other party would still use this ability to 'retreat'.

But clearly, this is a misconception that Smoker intentionally created!

In that fleeting moment, Smoker's Jitte was already aimed directly at Oboro's face.

The powerful blow seemed to pierce through Oboro's head.

Putting aside his Devil Fruit powers, Smoker's combat experience, including his physical strength, is astonishing... While his physical strength may not be as good as that old man Lao G, it is still stronger than Oboro's current strength.

"You'd better accept the punishment and trial obediently!"

"Smoker said coldly."

He felt that... his unexpected move would definitely tip the scales of victory.

Smack

However, with a dull thud, before the tip of the ten-handed weapon could pierce Oboro's face, it was blocked by the palm of Oboro's other hand.

Blood flowed from Long's palm; although he was injured, he had managed to deflect the attack.

This made Smoker's pupils shrink.

It can even block this? No matter how well you can predict attacks, there should be a limit, right?

He activated the Navy Six Powers Shave, closing in instantly and giving the opponent almost no time to think... How could he still manage to block?

Oboro grabbed one end of the Jutsu with his hand, wrestling with Smoker. The muscles in his arm bulged, and he slowly pushed the Jutsu aside.

Smoker's face was contorted with rage as he tried to regain control of the weapon.

"You were too careless... Having a Logia-type Devil Fruit is your absolute advantage against me, yet you willingly gave it up..."

But Smoker saw was a pair of mocking eyes beneath the brim of the hat.

As Oboro teased him, the hand that was holding Smoker's body suddenly patted him lightly.

He slapped Smoker in the chest.

"Wow!"

In an instant, Smoker froze, shuddered as if electrocuted, opened his mouth, and uncontrollably spat out blood.

"Am I injured?"

His vision went black; he couldn't believe it.