Impel Down (11)

Long waved his hand, and the cell door of the earthen box on the left suddenly exploded open.

"Oh?"

A surprised sound came from the cell.

Immediately afterwards, a man who was at least seven meters tall and had long, flowing hair walked out.

Not only did Long break down the prison door, but he also snapped his fingers after the man appeared.

The shackles binding his hands and feet snapped instantly.

This person... was the loudest shouter among all the others.

He's the one who called him "Yellow-haired Kid".

"Damn it, it's Aodeman!"

"Hey kid... you really know how to pick a ship. This guy is notorious for his ruthlessness at sea. He got his One Piece crew by usurping power and killing his own boss! You think he'll be grateful to you? Forget it... he doesn't understand gratitude at all. You'd better think about how to escape, or he might try to kill you."

"Take me with you."

Various sounds came from the surroundings again.

The tall and imposing Aodeman stood in front of Oboro, and in comparison, Oboro's slender figure made her look like a baby.

Click.

Aodeman twisted his neck, making a sound like a firecracker.

Then, with the eyes of a hunter looking down at the very calm Long, he said, "Although what you just said made me a little nauseous, but... considering that you saved me, I'll reluctantly spare your dog's life."

These words clearly showed that they didn't take Oboro seriously at all.

"You..."

Then, Aodeman opened his mouth again, as if to say something in a commanding tone.

But suddenly... the man in the suit who should have been standing beneath him vanished.

As if appearing out of thin air, Oboro appeared in mid-air behind Aodeman's head, its limbs in a jumping posture.

With the movement of his arm hooking up.

Just as Aodeman escaped, his head trembled and his black hair swayed slightly... Then, a large burst of blood erupted from his neck, splattering everywhere.

When Oboro landed as softly as a feather, standing behind the man.

This vicious prisoner from the Infinite Hell had his eyes rolled back and his body stiffened as he collapsed.

With a thud, he lay dead on the spot.

"What... is this all there is to it?"

"I thought your abilities, no matter what... should be proportional to your arrogant tone."

Long shook the blood off his hands and said softly.

"..."

The laughter and noise that had been filling the air suddenly fell silent.

Darkness returned, leaving only deathly silence.

Just like when Oboro first stepped into this lowest level of prison.

"They were killed?"

"Aodeman... wasn't he too careless?"

A few seconds later, some voices rang out again.

"There's still time... Since normal communication isn't working, let's try another approach..."

Although Long was smiling, the undisguised coldness in her smile was all too obvious.

"Let's play a game. Any one of you who thinks you're my opponent, or capable of defeating me... feel free to declare yourselves, and I'll release you to fight me. There are two possible outcomes: either you kill me, leaving me helpless, or you die by my hand... or, obediently... listen to what I have to say." As he spoke the last few words, Oboro's smile vanished, and his face became expressionless.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You're so smug just because you killed some trash..."

"I'll do it."

As soon as Long finished speaking, a confident laugh rang out from the top layer of several stacked cells above his head.

Without further ado, Long used his ability to destroy the prison door.

Then, a dark figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of him.

This man had white hair, was very thin, and was three meters tall... He was clearly old.

This must be a seasoned veteran who has been imprisoned in the Infinite Hell for a long time. In such harsh conditions, he is still alive, especially the fierceness in his eyes, which has not diminished in the slightest... Even a fool would know how dangerous he is.

However, Oboro still helped the other party 'remove' the lock and shackles.

Almost the instant the shackles hit the ground, the old man's 'withered' and 'thin' hand reached out to grab Long's face.

His entire arm was covered in Haki.

His movements were incredibly swift and his killing intent palpable.

However, his fingertips brushed past Oboro's cheek but failed to touch her skin.

The old man's pupils contracted.

Just as they were about to change tactics, it was too late.

Long's large hand reached out first and grabbed his cheek.

Boom! Then, Long grabbed the man's head and slammed it into the ground with all his might.

The Conqueror's Haki was released in the blink of an eye.

The old man was quite capable, but having been confined in a cage for many years, his methods were somewhat limited.

However, Oboro didn't care about all that.

The old man reacted quickly, using his Haki to envelop his entire upper body and alleviate his injuries.

However, a scream still rang out.

Because Oboro's attack... could ignore his Haki defense.

Firstly, it's due to the advanced techniques of using Haki, which is also Oboro's move, the Deathbringer Aura.

Secondly, in terms of sheer Haki aura and intensity, although this old man was imprisoned in the Infinite Hell and must have been a big shot at sea before, his foundation was still somewhat different from his own.

Those who achieve fame across the seas are never simple characters.

Even though he was seriously injured, the old man was still able to fight back, throwing One-Punch Man at Long's waist and abdomen.

However... his fist was blocked by the 'Golden Light Bell' that suddenly appeared outside the body of the cloak.

In that brief moment, Long grabbed the old man's hand and wouldn't let go, slamming him to the ground once more, and then repeated the process over and over again!

He smashed it more than a dozen times, until the thick stone brick ground dozens of meters in radius beneath his feet turned into a pit, the stones shattered into depressions, and the old man's limbs went limp and weak... Only then did Long grab his blood-soaked head and slowly get up.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the opponent's body was thrown out and slammed violently against a cell door, producing a loud tremor.

"Then... next one."

As if he had done something insignificant, Long clapped his hands, scanned all the cells in his field of vision, and spoke.

And those eyes that were originally directed at him, whether fierce or dangerous, suddenly became 'well-behaved'.

It disappeared back into the darkness.

Like a candle that has been blown out.

"Don't be so shy... I know there are definitely some of you who are not convinced, and some who are stronger and confident enough to kill me... I'm giving you a chance." Long said, "How about this, I can let you increase your numbers... It's a good deal for multiple of you to gang up on me and kill me, isn't it?"

"I never expected that after so long, a decent young person would finally appear at sea."

"Interesting... I'll take your game."

While everyone remained silent, two voices rang out one after the other.

Long looked over.

He knew... that the truly confident guy had appeared.

Those who jumped around more enthusiastically earlier were prisoners at the very bottom of the 'status' in the Infinite Hell.

Those in prison know best their own strengths and weaknesses.

He also knew where someone even more troublesome than himself was being held.

Everyone was in great sync.

Skilled characters are all very composed; they are also observing Oboro...

Oboro had to admit that he lacked Blackbeard's linguistic artistry, and he certainly didn't want to do what the latter did, holding an arena to let these prisoners kill each other and see who survived to the end.

Because those who die are definitely the weakest and most worthless.

Those few with terrifying combat power... did not join the Blackbeard Pirates. As for the Avalo Pizarro Avalo and the moon Hunter x Hunter Catarina who were taken away by Marshall D. Teach, to be honest... Oboro didn't even look down on them.

Their strength in Infinite Hell should only be considered mid-to-high tier.

Long didn't want to waste so much time.

He wanted to use this 'game' to get his two preferred 'members' involved.

Sometimes, recruiting strong partners is not an easy task.

Especially those who are already the best in terms of status, reputation, and strength.

Death threats or coercive measures sometimes... prove ineffective.

Most of the people here have long since become indifferent to life and death.