Impel Down (9)

"Dom, you and Hattori stay on this floor."

From the dim, Scorching Hell came the voice of Oboro.

"Yes."

Dom responded with a comment.

Level 4 prisoners have high bounties and are quite strong.

It's unlikely that a single person could handle the chaotic situation as well as the previous three levels.

Enel was left to guard the first floor to guard against unforeseen circumstances in the World Government's response. Although Oboro anticipated that the Navy would not send strong support, it was better to be safe than sorry. If an Admiral did arrive in person, Enel, being a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, would have the ability to buy time and engage in a prolonged battle, and would also be able to promptly inform them of the situation.

Kaka is on the second floor, so it's not a big problem. The combat strength of the prisoners on the second floor is still within the 'normal range'.

The situation changes on the third level, where the bounties for the prisoners are usually in the tens of millions, so it's best to have Yuri keep an eye on them.

The fourth level was then handed over to two members of the Hell Pirates.

Rob Lucci had originally intended to follow Oboro to the Infinite Hell, but given how things had unfolded, there was nothing he could do... he couldn't stop it at all, and asking to Accompany would seem abrupt. Mainly... the Navy seemed to be making no move, which Rob Lucci realize the World Government's decision.

It would be better to take advantage of the moment when the three God Slayer left, leaving him and Dom behind, to inform the Celestial Dragons of the news.

Moreover, before Long could even give him a reply, his life force had already vanished into the Scorching Hell.

Crocodile simultaneously transformed into a wisp of drifting sand and vanished without a trace.

Shiliu then strolled forward.

A world of extremes.

If the Scorching Hell is like a giant furnace, then the level 5 Freezing Hell is a frozen wasteland.

A moment later, Oboro's figure slowly descended from the shattered dome of the Freezing Hell.

Look at the snow that Magellan has smashed down.

His gaze was cold and indifferent.

It has been more than a year since I set sail from the Kingdom of Nordis in the North Blue to become a pirate.

At that time, Long had already opened up half of the 'Qi Vortex' in his body. He had anticipated that it would take him about a year to 'unblock' all the acupoints, and now he had done it.

They had already reached this level several months ago.

It's important to know that during this long period of time, it wasn't just the members of the Hell Pirates who were constantly training.

Long has almost never slacked off... his physical energy has been running on its own.

Even without meditating and entering a state of constant circulation, 'vital energy' continuously flows and nourishes throughout his body, meridians, and flesh, eventually converging into his dantian, where it is then compressed repeatedly. His body is like a treasure trove being officially opened; however, the amount of energy that the dantian can store is quite limited. Therefore, to fully master the method of refining qi, he must frequently shrink his qi to increase its subsequent 'capacity,' until one day, the condensed dantian qi sea forms a elixir.

Long didn't know if this pill was the 'golden pill' he knew from his time on Earth.

But he understood that once he formed his core, he would instantly enter the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

Now, within the dantian, the pure sea of qi surges like a tide... Qi Vortex have been generated at all the acupoints of the body, like engines driving the whole body, providing powerful driving force and recovery, which is a qualitative change.

He constantly uses his Qi to refine and nourish his flesh and blood... and through body tempering techniques, he cultivates new 'Qi' from his even stronger flesh and blood, which circulates and intersects with each other, while also absorbing external Qi from heaven and earth into his body... to the point that his current physical body is vastly different from what it was in the North Blue.

Almost every so often, they would step onto a completely new 'step'.

He continuously absorbs internal and external energy, compresses the energy and gathers it into his dantian. This process is quite dangerous... which makes his control over 'qi' more refined and his perception more acute, allowing him to extend the range of his abilities to an astonishing degree.

In short, even if his abilities were not a perfect counter to Magellan's, he was confident he could kill him.

Because even with Magellan's potent poison, his strong physical vitality alone might not be enough to kill him... it all depends on whether the poison is more potent or his regenerative abilities are more powerful.

However, despite being this powerful, Oboro still dares not say that he can defeat the Yonko... In the upcoming Summit War, the elderly Whitebeard, dragging his ailing body, almost submerged the entire Marineford with the tsunami caused by activating the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Oboro cannot do that for the time being.

He had a general idea of the level of the Yonko, but since he had never actually fought against them, he wouldn't make any hasty conclusions.

Only a fight will tell who is stronger.

However, if he could successfully form his core... Long believed that he would definitely win, without any doubt.

Magellan undoubtedly possessed the qualities of a great general.

Unfortunately, firstly, the Poison Fruit had no effect on him, and secondly... the one he was facing was himself, who had already mastered the Qi Refining Technique to a minor level.

He is indeed Magellan's nemesis. Even when he fought against Golden Lion Shiki, he was very confident of defeating the warden of Impel Down, let alone now.

Magellan's strength and fighting style meant that he couldn't display the same ferocity as the Shiki when facing himself.

As the body descends into the Oboro position.

The snow on the ground suddenly began to melt.

Rings of red venom seeped from beneath the snow and spread rapidly.

The venom changed color; it was no longer purple, but a bright red.

In less than a few seconds, the snow within a radius of several hundred meters melted as if it had become a pool filled with red venom.

Any substance that comes into contact with the venom will be infected and corroded.

Fruit ability awakened.

Oboro was not surprised.

Severely wounded Magellan rose from the ground with a terrifying, towering figure—his power: the Venom Demon.

The red venom coalesced into a form.

It resembled a giant, sticky slime with a skull on its head, looking up at the sky.

Look at Long.

Magellan's head was covered in venom, and he looked emaciated.

His entire being was extremely Exhaust.

Activating the awakened Devil Fruit power at this moment feels somewhat like using a spent force.

"If you were a Logia-type Devil Fruit user... it's hard to say... you might have a slight chance of beating me, but unfortunately."

Looking down at Magellan, he said calmly.

"Don't be so arrogant, God Slayer. This is Impel Down, and I will not allow you to act so recklessly here... I will personally imprison you..."

Magellan spoke in a deep voice.

But before he could finish speaking...

The liquid torso of the Venom Demon suddenly exploded, and the red venom that filled the sky was stirred up by a terrifying impact and sent soaring high into the air.

Just centimeters away from Magellan's eyes, Oboro's large black hand, covered in swaying energy, appeared like an iron hook.

"Sweetie... lie down."

He heard a murmur in his ear.

The other party has issued a judgment.

In the distance, in the Freezing Hell, wisps of yellow sand swirled along a prison corridor that resembled a suspended bridge, revealing Crocodile's true form.

He had barely stood still when he saw the strange phenomenon in the sky caused by its powerful and domineering Haki.

A figure unleashed a torrent of black lightning that tore through the sky.

It crashed into an unidentified object that had transformed from red liquid.

"It's over..."

Crocodile pinched the cigar in his mouth, exhaled smoke, and spoke with a complicated expression.