Killing Colleagues for Fun, a Great Enemy Approaches

"What a miserable life."

Having synchronized his memories, the Pirate World Fang Yu sighed at the hardships faced by the Ninja World Fang Yu.

The difficult part is that while Uchiha Yu has temporarily escaped the crisis, he still needs to search for that legendary place amidst the heavy snow.

Not many people have been to the 5.5th floor.

Even if you Luffy during his Four Emperors era and had him walk through Impel Down again, he would still be 100% unable to find the entrance to level 5.5.

Not only is the Extreme Cold Hell vast, but the snow also severely obstructs visibility.

Pirate World Fang Yu even suspected that the entrance to level 5.5 might be hidden somewhere beneath the ancient ice layer.

He wrapped the Wolf Skin tighter around himself and sneezed.

Although the heavy snow rendered his aimless search fruitless, it at least kept the jailer from seeing him.

Occasionally eating a Military Wolf means you won't be beaten or starve anymore. Isn't that a kind of freedom from another perspective?

But in any case, he needs to find a location on the 5.5th floor.

His current strength is insufficient to contend with either Shiryu of the Rain or Poison Man Magellan.

He also had to consider how to avoid the Calm Belt outside Impel Down, as well as how to evade warships and Sea Kings.

No matter how fast he can fly, he can't stay in the sky forever.

He dared not gamble.

If he fails to escape due to insufficient strength and also exposes his ability to fly, will he be directly imprisoned in the dark and Infinite Hell?

If you can enter the 5.5 level, you will be able to replenish your food supply, obtain a better training ground, no longer be tortured, and have ample time to consolidate your abilities.

"Awoo~"

The wolf's howl woke up the somewhat dazed Pirate World Fang Yu.

He plucked the frozen snot from his nose and walked toward the source of the howling.

Some time later, a group of six prison guards, dressed in winter clothing, passed by.

Even though he was wearing a winter coat, the jailer behind the mask still sneezed. "Achoo!"

Wiping his nose, the jailer said, "This prisoner's vitality is truly remarkable! To be able to walk for so long in the Extreme Cold Hell, isn't he afraid of the cold?"

"How could he not be afraid of the cold? According to the information, this kid doesn't even have a bounty. His real strength is far inferior to any prisoner in the Starvation Hell. The only reason he can stay here for so long is that he has a way to keep warm."

"It's a pity that the Surveillance Den Den Mushi can't adapt to this floor's environment, otherwise..."

The group walked on, shivering, completely unaware that a figure was following them.

The snow fell like goose feathers, making the view increasingly blurry.

The prison guard squad struggled through the icy snow, each member shivering from the cold, their steps heavy.

Suddenly, the jailer at the front seemed to sense something, his body stiffened abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on a blurry scene ahead.

The other prison guards also became alert, their expressions instantly tense, and their hands unconsciously reached for the weapons at their waists.

Gradually, a figure slowly emerged from the swirling snow.

As the figure gradually became clearer, the prison guards were first taken aback, and then recognized the newcomer as Deputy Chief Guard Shiryu of the Rain.

In an instant, their tense nerves relaxed, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing expressions of relief.

The jailer at the front reacted the fastest. Wanting to curry favor with his superior, he quickly pulled out his treasured cigar from his pocket, his face full of fawning smiles, and jogged forward to meet him.

He bowed slightly and respectfully presented the cigar to Shiryu of the Rain with both hands. "It is truly a privilege to see you here. Your personal involvement has deeply moved us!"

His eyes were full of flattery, and he was eager to make a good impression on the Deputy Chief Guard.

However, just as the jailer was about to take out a lighter to light Shiryu of the Shiryu of the Rain's cigar...

A cold glint suddenly flashed in Shiryu of the Rain's seemingly calm eyes!

Before anyone could react, a cold glint flashed, and in a flash, the jailer felt a sharp pain in his arm. Then, he watched helplessly as his arm detached from his body and flew away!

Blood gushed out like a fountain onto the pristine white snow, its vivid red standing out starkly against the silvery white backdrop, instantly staining the surrounding snow crimson.

The rumors of cruelty and bloodthirstiness have been confirmed at this moment!

"Shiryu, Lady Shiryu! I... what did I do wrong!"

The jailer, who had lost his arm, collapsed to the ground in pain, screaming as his face turned deathly pale.

"Hehe."

Shiryu didn't need a reason to kill.

If I really have to give a reason

"The snow here will bury everything, and no one will know it was me when you die."

"Why, why did you do this!" the one-armed jailer cried out in despair.

"Because," Shiryu exhaled a smoke ring, "I like killing."

A cruel glint flashed in Shiryu of the Rain's eyes as he raised his sword and severed the head of the one-armed jailer in front of him. With lightning speed, he appeared in front of the others in an instant!

The Meito Rain, Thunderstorm, flashed with a cold gleam!

A jailer raised his weapon in terror to defend himself, but Shiryu of the Rain simply flicked it away, knocking the weapon away. Then, with a backhand slash, he slashed the jailer's throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the snow beneath his feet red.

Another jailer attempted to ambush him from the side, Shiryu of the Rain, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, dodged to the side and kicked him in the stomach. The jailer flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a tree, spitting blood. Before he could recover, Shiryu of the Rain appeared in front of him like a ghost, his long sword piercing straight into his chest. With a forceful twist, the jailer twitched painfully a few times before falling still.

Some jailers tried to escape, but in this icy wasteland, how could they outrun Shiryu of the Rain?

With Shiryu caught up with the fleeing jailer, slashed his sword from behind, and severed both of the jailer's legs. The jailer fell with a scream, but Shiryu of the Rain showed no mercy. His long sword fell, ending the jailer's agonizing cries.

Before long, six jailers lay sprawled on the snow, their blood staining the surrounding white snow into a crimson carnage.

Shiryu of the Rain stood amidst the bloodshed, his face devoid of any remorse or pity, instead bearing a twisted satisfaction.

Suddenly, Shiryu of the Rain seemed to realize something and abruptly looked up into the distance.

His face instantly broke into a smile even brighter than when he had just tortured and killed the prison guards; the smile was full of anticipation and excitement.

Without hesitation, he ran quickly in that direction, his steps hurried, as if some priceless treasure awaited him there, leaving behind only a bloody and desolate snowfield and the six cold corpses.

Some time has passed.

Shiryu of the Rain stopped in her tracks.

He dug around in the snow with his knife and found several pieces of cooled, charred charcoal.

With his gaze fixed ahead, he strode confidently forward.

The smile on his face grew even wider.