"Poison Dragon!!"
The vicious dragon head opened its jaws, baring deadly fangs as it bit down on several commanders.
Having roamed the seas for many years, some of them recognized the technique at once and hurriedly shouted warnings to the others.
"Careful! That's Magellan's deadly poison!"
"Blamenco!"
"Leave it to me!"
A fat man wearing a Napoleon hat and carrying a massive hammer on his shoulder leaped out. While everyone else feared the Poison Dragon immensely, he charged straight at it.
"Watch my bottomless pit!"
Blamenco laughed as he thrust out his belly. It then bizarrely transformed into a huge pocket, swallowing the charging Poison Dragon whole.
Then an opening appeared in his palm. With a swing of his arm, he poured out the venom, along with several weapons that had been contaminated by it.
"I'm a Pocket-Pocket Fruit user. I can turn any part of my body into a pocket and store or spit out anything."
Blamenco landed steadily and grinned smugly. "You bastard who looks down on others, don't compare the Whitebeard Pirates to the stray cats and dogs you've run into before."
"Look how pleased with yourself you are."
So the Pocket-Pocket Fruit isn't just for storing things, Reiner chuckled inwardly.
It had some potential, though not much. When Blamenco poured out the venom just now, Reiner had noticed that some weapons soaked in poison had been thrown out along with it.
The pocket spaces were probably interconnected. Using them for defense meant that whatever was stored inside would be damaged.
"Have a taste of your own poison!"
A Fish-Man darted out from the group. Namur coated his entire forearm in Armament Haki, swept his palm across the ground, and flung the venom that had just been poured out toward Reiner.
"Fish-Man Karate: Water Shot!"
The droplets