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Smoker didn't have time to become an elemental.

What he overlooked was that he believed he had made an effective contribution to Oboro.

And while they blocked the opponent's attack with Iron Body, they also failed to accurately anticipate the danger and methods of the target.

His palm did not break through his Iron Body; that kind of force... how could a light tap possibly harm his body?

However, Smoker felt something very strange. It was as if the other person's palm had released some kind of 'substance' that had penetrated into his body, and his hardened flesh could not stop it.

And the moment it breaks through the muscles and enters the body, it begins to wreak havoc.

His internal organs felt as if they were being cut by a knife.

"Is it airflow?"

Smoker thought to himself.

As his body collapsed, he used his remaining strength to activate his Devil Fruit ability, escaping in a smoke-like form.

It blended in with the nearby white smoke.

"Hehe."

Long smiled slightly, but did not press her advantage.

Given his current strength, he has no way to limit the power of a Logia-type Devil Fruit. In other words, it would take a great deal of effort and time to completely kill Smoker. If he could use Haki ... Smoker would already be a corpse at the very beginning of this battle.

"Why did you run away? This isn't like you..."

Long stood in the smoke, looking around.

A moment of silence fell upon the cliff face.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom image appeared in the space around Oboro, and an open door and window emerged.

"Is it time...?"

He curled the corners of his mouth, muttered something, and lifted his foot to step inside.

"Don't go!"

Seeing that he was about to leave the battlefield, Smoker finally panicked and lunged out of the white smoke with his mouth full of blood.

But before he could get close to Oboro, the man who had been standing in front of him suddenly disappeared.

It appeared behind him in a strange flash.

At this moment, Smoker was still hovering in the air.

The moment he sensed the aura of Oboro, his heart trembled violently once again.

Because Oboro's sudden burst of speed was all too familiar to him.

Yes... he just used the Navy Six Powers of Shave.

Smack! Oboro's large hand grabbed Smoker by the back of the head and slammed him to the ground with a loud thud... but it seemed like there was no physical impact. The moment he touched the ground, Smoker turned into his elemental form.

"This is really troublesome."

Long shook his head.

"How could you..."

Above his head, Smoker's figure reappeared, staring in disbelief at the God Slayer standing below.

"You mean the Navy Six Powers? What's so difficult about that?" Oboro spread his hands. "As long as you hone your body to a certain strength and use the techniques properly, anyone can do it... As for the issue of proficiency, for someone who has reached the pinnacle of physical skills, they are well-versed in the principles and can do it with a little experimentation."

After speaking, Oboro used the Shave technique again and returned to the 'space passage' in the blink of an eye.

The Navy Six Powers are merely the foundation of physical techniques; true masters are capable of extending their skills beyond the Six Powers.

As for the analysis of the Six Powers, Oboro had already read them all when he was on Earth.

"By the way, not only shaving, but I can also do the Navy Six Powers... Although I haven't used it before, this is my first time, but I think... I should be fine. Oh right, there's also the Life Return technique... These all require the user to have extreme control over their flesh and blood. I'll practice them when I have time."

Oboro raised his hand to adjust his hat, and before entering the 'door and window', one eye glanced back at Smoker from under the brim of his hat. "Give my regards to Sengoku and Garp. I hope they will like this gift from Loguetown."

After saying that, he disappeared into the void along with the doors and windows.

Upon hearing this, Smoker withdrew his powers and collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted.

He kept putting on a brave face.

The excruciating pain inside his body kept him gritting his teeth and staying awake.

"Oboro, the God Slayer, deserves to die!"

This confrontation appears to be intense.

But Smoker knew very well that he was actually the one being suppressed and manipulated.

Because he held nothing back, and the God Slayer seemed to be hiding a great deal of strength.

The reason the opponent couldn't defeat him was simply because he was a Logia-type Devil Fruit user.

A moment later, Smoker, seriously injured, staggered away. He stood on the cliff top and observed for a while. The sea below was deep and dark, and he couldn't tell where his target had gone.

Knowing that waiting was hopeless, he returned along the dirt road, walked to the locomotive, and finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

His back was against the motorcycle.

Bulu Bulu.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi in his arms rang again.

This time, Smoker didn't ignore it; he answered the call!

"Smoker!"

As soon as the communication was established, Sengoku's suppressed anger came through the other end.

"It's him."

Smoker only said two words.

Sengoku was about to get angry, suddenly fell silent.

"He ran away... with that strange ability." Smoker's voice was 'strong', but it carried a hint of Exhaust.

This Exhaust is something only those who know you well can detect.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

Sengoku sensed something was amiss and immediately asked.

"I will definitely catch him."

Smoker said something, and the man leaned against the motorcycle, his consciousness beginning to drift.

Even the Den Den Mushi in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

"Hello!"

"Smoker... where are you?"

"Say!"

"Hello!"

"Warring Sengoku!" he shouted anxiously.

In the dark, icy seawater, Oboro emerged from the underwater doors and windows, leading Dom and Dorans directly forward, towards the Sea Kings whose mouths were already wide open.

The three successfully entered the Sea Kings's body.

One Piece, aside from Devil Fruit users, are almost all able to swim, since they live on the high seas.

Some Devil Fruit users could swim before eating Devil Fruit, but later they were afraid to enter the water because they were restrained by the power of the sea.

Even so, after holding his breath underwater for so long and waiting for the Sea Kings to swim over, Dorans still almost drowned and couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, Oboro returned in time.

He had witnessed the ability to control Sea Kings before, and although he still found it unbelievable and incredible, he could barely accept it.

After experiencing it firsthand, I felt that the captain's mysterious and powerful aura had only grown stronger.

What truly made him gape was Dom's ability.

The Devil Fruit power itself is fine; the problem is that it's activated underwater.

Dorans had never heard of any Devil Fruit user who could overcome the 'power' of the sea.

This is simply a violation of the rules.

"Brother Dom... aren't you a Devil Fruit user?"

Dorans was older than Dom, but that didn't stop him from being willing to be the 'younger brother'.

"When did I say I was Devil Fruit user?"

Dom took off his wet clothes and said casually.

"Well..."

Dorans was clever enough to quickly grasp the idea. He had witnessed the 'divine power' that Oboro bestowed upon others. "Could it be..."

"Snort."

Dom saw through his thoughts and scoffed, "Work hard, rookie, you'll get it too! The only condition is, don't let our captain down."

"Yes."

Dorans glanced at Lone, then suddenly answered loudly as if he had been injected with chicken blood.