The Deathly Silent Infinite Hell (3)

In the snow and ice, Ye Chen seemed to be standing in a vast, untamed Ice Age. He closed his eyes, and a powerful wave, like a raging wind, swept out from every angle.

Snowflakes fell, and not long after, Ye Chen opened his eyes and walked in one direction.

"Vice Admiral Lieutenant General."

After navigating through several snowy areas, a hidden Iceburg revealed a deep, dark cave entrance, where Ye Chen happened to run into the jailer who had previously escorted the Golden Lion into Impel Down.

Ye Chen could have followed behind the prison guards, but after thinking about it, he decided to walk one in front of the other to avoid unnecessary trouble. It's clear that Ye Chen was being a bit too cautious.

As soon as the jailer came out, he saw Ye Chen and gave him a solemn military salute.

"Is this the entrance to the Infinite Hell?"

"Yes, it is under the Chief Warden Shiryu, the warden." The jailer nodded.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Where did I see this guy? So he was here."

"You guys go ahead and get busy!" Ye Chen waved his hand and walked towards the sixth floor. With his current status, he didn't need to report or get approval to enter the sixth floor.

Upon entering, there was a hidden passage. Sure enough, not far away, a man wearing a prison guard's hat, with his feet on a table and a long sword beside him, was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Shiryu, once among those beasts in the group, was one of the few men who could rival Dracule Mihawk in swordsmanship; he was a pure swordsman.

Ye Chen didn't know if those beasts were right or wrong, but as the future second-in- Blackbeard Pirates, he must not be a simple character.

Furthermore, it seems that this guy was so bloodthirsty and frequently killed prisoners that after a few years he went from being Chief Warden inmate with a suspended sentence. His life experience can only be described as quite eventful.

Ye Chen glanced at it once and then ignored it, heading towards the sixth floor.

With a "whoosh," a sword light flashed, Ye Chen's long hair flew wildly, and two black fingers pinched a sword light that was emitting a sharp edge.

"God, Ye Chen."

A slightly frantic voice rang out. Shiryu, who had been sleeping, yawned, straightened his hat, lit a cigar, and looked at Ye Chen while puffing out smoke.

Ye Chen crushed the sword light, which then turned into specks of fluorescent light and disappeared into the air without uttering a word.

"I was originally planning to find the other three to play with, but since you've come all this way, and I happen to be bored, how about we have some fun?"

With an air of wickedness and arrogance, Shiryu wiped the longsword in his hand and looked at Ye Chen with amusement.

With his eyes unchanged, Ye Chen looked at Shiryu and beckoned with his finger.

With a bloodthirsty look on his face, Shiryu licked his lips and disappeared from the spot. The deep, cold light in his hand, like a rainbow in broad daylight, flashed by in an instant and slashed towards Ye Chen's neck.

They went straight for the vitals.

Shiryu's attack made Ye Chen's gaze turn cold instantly. Cracks appeared in the ground as he stomped out with tremendous force, creating a hurricane that instantly tightened Shiryu's previously sinister expression.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the immense force of the impact Shiryu tumbling through the air several times, Backslide, his cigar falling from his mouth with each step.

With a "whoosh," a faint afterimage materialized, pupils contracted, the air rippled, and with a deafening boom, a jet-black fist slammed down.

He raised his sword and held it horizontally in front of him. The ground instantly cracked, and countless messy fissures tore out.

With a rapid spin, Ye Chen launched another attack.

The sword flashed and pressed down. Shiryu's face turned ugly, his hands felt slightly numb, and his feet sank deep into the ground, causing him to move sideways.

"Whoosh"

A hundred-meter-long slash, utterly devastating, swept along the ground.

It was dazzling and bright, like thunder in a heavy rain, but it was fleeting. Ye Chen put his hands in front of him to block, but he was also pushed away.

Almost simultaneously, the two appeared in mid-air, and gusts of wind pressure and sword light swept across the entire area.

With a deafening roar, the air burst open as a whip-like leg ripped out.

His pupils contracted, Shiryu raised his right hand to block the whip kick; as if moving mountains and filling seas, the earth collapsed, and a black shadow rolled out.

Immediately following, the sound of something cutting through the air came again. Ye Chen's hair was flying wildly, and his sharp expression showed indifference to everything.

Amidst the falling rocks, Ye Chen delivered a powerful kick to Shiryu's chest. In a flash, Ye Chen turned his head, revealing a bloody gash on his face, from which blood oozed.

"Puff"

Spitting out blood, Shiryu clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain, while Ye Chen wiped the blood from his face, expressionless.

With a flick of his finger, a drop of blood shot towards Shiryu like a bullet.

"Rain - Absolute Slash"

Amidst the rubble, a dazzling sword light rose up.

"Boom boom boom"

Suddenly, an explosion occurred, filling the air with smoke. Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, a wave of fire surged forth, ripping up the surface of the earth.

The sword light vanished, Shiryu's feet sank deep into the ground, his body steaming, his face extremely grim.

"Buzz"

The air wailed, then exploded out of nowhere—a black foot burst forth.

With a sharp "clang," Ye Chen frowned slightly as the sword tip gleamed. A sharp pain shot through his foot; even with Armament Haki, he couldn't withstand the sharpness of the blade, resulting in a gash that bled.

He turned around, pulled out his left foot, creating a hurricane, while Shiryu raised one hand to block in front of him.

The deafening roar shattered the ground, and Shiryu hurtling through the air like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of debris.

"Ha ha, the name of God is truly well-deserved."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Shiryu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sheathed his sword.

"You're quite good, one of the three strongest swordsmen I've ever seen." Ye Chen's gaze turned cold as he saw Shiryu sheath his sword.

"This is the key to the sixth floor." Shiryu took a bunch of keys from his waist and tossed them to Ye Chen.

Holding the key, Ye Chen turned and headed towards the sixth floor.

"Who are the other two swordsmen!" Behind him, Shiryu lit a cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and remained as arrogant and flippant as ever.

"Dracule Mihawk, Red-Haired Shanks."

The lingering echo reached Shiryu's ears.

The "clattering" was very quiet, and the entire area exuded an aura of decay. Everything here seemed to be filled with despair and death.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the empty space. Holding a dim hand lamp, Ye Chen gradually made out that there were rows of prison cells on both sides.

Some were completely deserted, while others were just skeletons.

Here, the entire prison is made of Seastone mixed with some of the hardest materials in the world. The prisoners here are given only a sip of water and a bite of food every week. Once you enter here, you are basically sentenced to death.

Cold, deathly silent, and dark, it felt as if the world had rejected it; staying here meant a fate worse than death.

"Thud"

It was very quiet. The entire Infinite Hell was as if it were lifeless. Just like the saying goes, Nezumi can come in laughing and leave crying. In fact, even Nezumi don't want to come in. Stepping into this place means losing your life, because the beasts inside will devour you whole without hesitation.

The only sound in the entire area was the burning of the kerosene lamp in Ye Chen's hand.