"I don't know how he did it either. My database contains no records describing this situation, but..."
Mozambia glanced at Smoker and paused. "You understand now, right? Why they stopped Kaido from attacking just now."
The moment Kaido unleashed his Heat Breath, Ron and Kizaru joined forces to deflect it.
Mozambia had found it strange at the time. If it was only Heat Breath, there was no need to be so nervous. After all, Smoker's Smoke-Smoke Fruit was still a Logia.
But now, he understood.
He would die!
He would definitely die!
Thinking he could avoid damage with his Logia body, even dispersing himself into a Misty World and weakening his defenses further—if he got hit in that state, the outcome would undoubtedly be horrific.
"More than ten years ago, I also took part in an operation to encircle Kaido. Back then, I wondered why Garp, a vice admiral, had been assigned as the main attacker when the Three Admirals had wider-ranged attacks better suited for keeping him in check."
Mozambia took a deep breath as the nutrient conduits rapidly supplied his brain.
"So that was why!"
Kaido was not Whitebeard. There was no need to guard against his large-scale attacks; instead, every punch and kick he threw possessed astonishing destructive power. Thus, the attack range that Logias took such pride in represented overly dispersed strength, making it utterly worthless in a battle against Kaido.
"Uh...!"
Cold sweat trickled down Smoker's forehead at those words.
The thought of foolishly spreading out his Misty World to receive Kaido's attack instantly drenched his back in sweat.
What he had planned to do was like a slab of butter repeatedly jumping beside a hot pan. It was suicide among suicides.
"This really isn't a battle we can take part in. Even Devil Fruit