Pushing the Exploit to Its Absolute Limit

Bang—

Wilton's feet exploded against the ground as he leaped high into the air. Gripping the dumbbell with both hands, he turned into a cannonball and smashed down toward the four Jailer Beasts with a deafening roar and overwhelming force.

The four Jailer Beasts had been prepared for this.

The prison's most terrifying man had given the order, and they had not had their fill of fighting yet either. More importantly, this was the first time they had encountered a human capable of clashing with them head-on.

They might have been stupid, slow-witted, and clumsy, but they still had their pride. In the past, prisoners had always fled in terror at the sight of them.

If they were defeated, they would lose face for sure.

"Moo."

Four furious roars echoed throughout Boiling Hell as the savage battle continued.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They rampaged all the way through. At some point, Domino had left to handle official business. To her, that kind of brutal, bloody battle looked like something between species that had not fully evolved.

There was nothing interesting about watching it for too long.

But the guards and prisoners were different. They began cheering wildly, since there was hardly any entertainment in this place.

The guards had it better. Aside from their daily work, most of them were free to wander through other levels, enjoy some food, or toy with the prisoners.

But the prisoners were different. They lived without daylight or freedom and had to endure all kinds of inhuman torture. Wilton's battle against the four Jailer Beasts was simply a rare form of entertainment.

More importantly, the torture they normally suffered had stopped.

One hour.

Five hours.

Slowly, the battle stretched from morning to noon, then continued into the night. One man and four beasts fought as if they did not know exhaustion, maintaining an intense level of combat.

"Is he even human?"

"After being locked up in here for over ten years, have even random Marine major generals outside become this powerful?"

"He's a complete monster."

The prisoners discussed it among themselves.

A few of them still remembered the Marines from more than a decade ago. The Marines had been strong back then too, but even headquarters major generals had not been this absurd.

He was like something that could not be beaten to death.

Minotauros and the other three were awakened Zoans. They were practically impossible to kill, with their attack power, endurance, recovery, and other abilities all maxed out.

For a time.

Boiling Hell remained in a state of constant unrest.

In the warden's office, Magellan reviewed the documents on his desk. Every so often, the ground shook, and he accidentally wrote crooked characters.

"It's already been a whole day."

He looked at the time displayed on the wall. It was already eight at night.

The next day.

The rising sun appeared.

Neither the guards nor the prisoners in Boiling Hell, Hunger Hell above it, or Extreme Cold Hell below it had slept well.

Because the battle had lasted an entire day and night.

Magellan yawned, downed a cup of bitter coffee, then headed into the restroom out of habit. Looking closely, even bags had formed beneath his eyes.

Yet the nightmare had only just begun.

The second day.

The seventh day.

The tenth day.

A full ten days and ten nights passed, yet the battle between one man and four beasts still had not stopped. Every guard and prisoner yawned as if they were about to die, with dark circles so heavy they looked as though they had been smeared with ink.

"What day is this now?"

Magellan was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. This was already his thirtieth cup of coffee today, yet even that could barely keep him awake.

Inside the office.

Domino wore a gas mask as she yawned too, though she was doing slightly better than Magellan because she had gone to other levels to rest during the past ten days.

For example, the first level above the sea, where the commotion was much quieter.

The other managers had done the same.

"Warden, it has been ten days and ten nights. Today is the eleventh day."

"They haven't rested at all?"

"Major General Wilton hasn't, but the four Jailer Beasts have taken turns resting. Sometimes it was one against two, sometimes one against three, and sometimes one against four."

"How did he do it?"

Magellan froze.

Even the four Jailer Beasts had rotated out, which meant they had been seriously injured and exhausted enough to need brief rests to recover their strength. Otherwise, they could not have continued fighting.

Even awakened Zoans were like this, let alone a human without any Devil Fruit abilities.

"I don't know, but everyone has seen that Major General Wilton has not rested during these ten days and ten nights. He has maintained high-intensity combat the entire time."

"He weakened several times, but he recovered quickly every time."

"He may very well be a Devil Fruit User too."

Domino could not make sense of it either. Her first suspicion was a Devil Fruit, because she truly could not think of any other reason Wilton could endure for so long.

"A Devil Fruit User?"

Magellan did not remember there being a Devil Fruit entry in Wilton's file.

That was right.

Once it had been confirmed that Wilton would be escorting Arlong to Impel Down, the Marines had sent Magellan Wilton's detailed information.

After all, Impel Down was the World's Greatest Prison. To prevent any accidents, every arrival and departure was strictly controlled.

Only by knowing Wilton's detailed information could they better deal with unexpected situations.

Bang!!!

A massive crash rang out.

Five figures slammed heavily into the ground. Most of Boiling Hell had already been reduced to ruins as Wilton walked out from a shattered prison cell.

Blood had crusted all over his body. His broad chest heaved violently, and his heavy breathing could be heard even from a thousand meters away.

The four Jailer Beasts opposite him looked just as miserable.

They climbed up from the ground and gripped their weapons. When they looked at Wilton, their eyes no longer held rage or savagery, only fear and respect.

This human was terrifying.

He was even more brutal and vicious than they were. Even working together, they had nearly failed to defeat him, and he had tortured them until they wished they were dead. Right now, all they wanted was to eat their fill and sleep soundly.

They were in too much pain and too exhausted.

Cough, cough, cough—

Wilton coughed up blood. He was exhausted too, but the light in his eyes burned fiercely.

Ten days and ten nights of battle had brought him tremendous gains.

At first, facing the four Jailer Beasts had put him under immense pressure, but after only ten days, the pressure had shifted to the four Jailer Beasts instead.

That was why the four Jailer Beasts showed fear whenever they looked at Wilton. At the beginning, they had been ganging up on him, but as the fight went on, it became the four of them being ganged up on.

Wilton had grown stronger far too quickly, beyond their understanding.

This human clearly was not normal. He was even more savage and ferocious than they were. It was hard to tell who the real beast was.

No matter how they fought him, they could not kill him.

For ten days and ten nights, he had refused to rest. Every time they thought it was over, that guy would get back up again.

"Wi ha ha!"

"Explosive Double Axes."

The thrill of growing stronger invigorated Wilton's spirit. He felt like fighting for another ten days or half a month would not be a problem. A casual recovery could keep him going for a while.

One healing spell could sustain him for two stretches.

One ultimate skill, Justice Potential, could sustain him for three stretches.

After twenty-four hours, the three skills could cycle again, allowing him to keep enduring for three more stretches.

He had pushed the exploit to its absolute limit.

The hard ground within a ten-meter radius beneath his feet exploded. Wilton leaped high into the air, and two dumbbell phantoms three hundred meters in diameter appeared behind him, smashing down with a force that split the air and shattered the earth.

"Moo!!!"

Minotauros and the other three roared. Left with no choice, they grabbed their weapons and swung upward together with all their strength. In that instant, it was as if two missile warheads had collided.

Visible to the naked eye, everything around them slowed.

An explosion rapidly shot into the sky, then turned into a shockwave that spread outward in every direction. Boiling Hell was once again struck by a fresh round of violent tremors.