Impel Down, Level 2.
A man knelt on one knee, covered in blood, supporting himself with a massive naginata.
His upper body was bare, his belly bulged like an ogre's, and his brow bones extended outward like horns.
He was covered in blood and panting heavily, looking utterly battered.
This man was Impel Down's vice warden-Hannyabal.
Opposite Hannyabal stood a burly, middle-aged man with missing teeth.
The middle-aged man wore two necklaces, bracelets on both wrists, and jeweled rings of different designs on his fingers.
He was none other than Marshall D. Teach, who had invaded Impel Down.
Hannyabal stared fixedly at Blackbeard, though he was wounded all over and had no strength left to resist.
He was like a fish on the chopping block.
Yet there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
"Even if I die, I won't let you pass!"
With every word Hannyabal forced out, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Blackbeard looked rather shocked at the sight. "You're really tough. Every bone in your body must be broken by now, yet you still won't take a single step back?"
The gap in their strength was enormous, like the difference between heaven and earth.
So from the very beginning of their fight, Blackbeard had completely overwhelmed Hannyabal.
What Blackbeard had not expected was that Hannyabal would be like a cockroach that refused to die.
No matter how many times he was knocked back, the potbellied man always came at him again.
He had never encountered anything like it.
Although Hannyabal was not strong, at this moment, he had earned Blackbeard's respect.
"Zehahaha! Your name's Hannyabal, right? Just let us through, and I'll spare your life."
Ptooey!
Hannyabal spat a mouthful of bloody froth onto the ground. "I'm Hannyabal, Impel Down's