"Poison Dragon!!"
The vicious dragon head opened its jaws, baring deadly fangs as it lunged to bite down on the commanders.
Some of them had spent years sailing the seas and recognized the technique at once. They hurriedly shouted a warning to the others.
"Watch out! That's Magellan's deadly poison!"
"Bramank!"
"Leave it to me!"
A fat man wearing a Napoleon hat and carrying a giant hammer on his shoulder leaped forward. Faced with the Poison Dragon that everyone else feared, he charged straight at it.
"Behold my Bottomless Pit!"
Bramank laughed and thrust out his belly. It then bizarrely transformed into a gigantic pocket, swallowing the charging Poison Dragon in one gulp.
A hole opened in his palm. He swung his arm and poured out the poison, along with several weapons that had been splashed with it.
"I'm a Bag-Bag Fruit user. I can turn any part of my body into a pocket and store or spit out anything."
Bramank landed and stood firm, grinning smugly. "Don't underestimate us, you bastard. You can't compare the Whitebeard Pirates to the random nobodies you've faced before."
"Look at you, getting all smug."
I thought the Bag-Bag Fruit was only good for storing things. Lina chuckled to himself.
It's got something going for it, but not much. When Bramank had poured out the poison, Lina had noticed that some weapons soaked in it had been thrown out too.
The pocket space is probably connected throughout. If he uses it to defend himself, the things inside get damaged too.
"Have a taste of your own poison!"
A fish-man darted out from the group. Namyul coated his entire forearm in Armament Haki, swept his palm across the ground, and flung the poison Bramank had just poured out toward Lina.
"Fish-Man Karate: Water Shot!"
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