Aramaki and Issho (Continued)

Are you a new employee and don't know the purpose of the number tags?

Seeing that Dimon didn't answer but asked a question instead, Enel subconsciously used his Observation Haki to investigate.

As Devil Fruit User the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, he can receive and analyze the faint brainwaves emitted by others, and with his powerful Observation Haki, he can read what others are thinking at that moment.

This ability is comparable to "Future Sight," and it is Enel's unique skill.

However, when he tried to read Dimon's mind, he felt only emptiness...

There was nothing there!

What's going on? How can a human not think at all...? Enel is facing the situation where his ability fails for the first time, and his gaze towards Dimon gradually becomes sharp.

No, strictly speaking, this isn't the first time mind-reading has failed.

He recalled the Seven Deadly Sins he had encountered on the Sky Island not long ago; that woman's ability could interfere with his mind-reading.

The situation before him was different. He was not in a hallucination; his mind-reading Observation Haki allowed him to hear the thoughts of those around him.

[Another expert has arrived! Monsters are popping up one after another!]

[That person snatched the number plate so fast! I was standing dozens of meters away and couldn't even see it clearly. Enel himself probably doesn't even know what happened...]

[That was... Six Powers: Shave? Is this person a Marine?]

Hearing these thoughts, Enel became even more certain that he was not hallucinating; he simply couldn't hear the person's voice.

He couldn't help but close his eyes. In the pitch-black world, the voices from all around him were like spreading circular sound waves, appearing and disappearing, noisy and chaotic.

The spot where this person stood remained completely still, like an empty void that swallowed everything, without emitting any sound.

Damn it, what on earth happened?

Enel cursed inwardly, and when he opened his eyes again, they were filled with rage.

"One million volts laser!"

He raised his hand and pointed, his fingertip flashing with electricity, and a beam of laser light suddenly shot towards Dimon.

Dimon roughly guessed what Enel was doing. He stretched out a palm towards the laser beam, his palm crackling with Conqueror's Haki.

Boom!

The lightning bolt struck his palm directly, but it seemed to hit an invisible wall, triggering a thunderstorm.

"I'm asking you a question, why did you steal the number plates?"

Enel's face darkened.

Doll Vice Admiral Dole bent down, hoisted the unconscious Stonest from the ground, and shouted to Dimon:

"I need to get him to the infirmary as soon as possible, Mr. Zoro. Don't wander off. Also, they are indeed stealing the number plates because of the prize."

What prize?

"I don't know either, so don't wander off!"

Leaving behind a single sentence, Lieutenant Vice Admiral Doll immediately used Shave and quickly disappeared from the training ground.

They started grabbing the prize without even knowing what it was?

Dimon thought about it and it didn't seem like a problem. Whatever the prize was, he'd just grab it first.

Now that Doll & Gabbana has left, he can find a secluded spot to summon the Seven Deadly Sins.

"Here you go."

With a flick of his wrist, Dimon returned the number 66 license plate to Enel, then turned and walked away.

Enel caught the number 66 license plate, but his expression grew increasingly displeased.

To be honest, he didn't care about the prize at all; he just wanted to get a number with a smaller number. Now that his prize had been taken away and then returned, he felt even more annoyed at being looked down upon.

"20 million volts of discharge!"

Enel extended his right palm, gathering frenzied lightning power in his palm, which he then unleashed as a powerful plasma cannon.

The onlookers were taken aback.

Just as the plasma cannon was about to hit Dimon, streaks of crimson lightning erupted from Dimon's body, and Conqueror's Haki formed a spherical Conqueror's Haki shield around him.

The force of lightning struck the spherical shield, triggering a violent explosion.

Boom!!

Thick smoke billowed out immediately.

Enel showed no joy, his eyes fixed on the figure in the smoke and dust.

"Is this ability? Is this Haki?"

"I've given it all back to you... That's a bit much."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Dimon turned around. "An attack of your caliber can't even break through my Haki."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Enel's pupils contracted sharply as he immediately used his Observation Haki to predict his opponent's attack.

To his surprise, although his previous attempts to read minds had failed, his Observation Haki was now able to detect Dimon's movements.

In less than a fraction of a second, Dimon had already appeared in front of him.

In his field of vision, a stick crackling with crimson lightning was about to strike his face.

No, that wasn't a stick, it was a knife, a knife that hadn't been drawn.

"Thunder Bagua!"

Enel had no time to react. His Observation Haki predicted the attack route, and his brain immediately suggested a way to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up.

Bang!

Konpira slapped Enel across the face, denting half of his cheek and making the sound of his nose breaking.

Enel flew backward, his body spinning at high speed, flying hundreds of meters away, then bouncing up and down like a ball, repeating this several times, leaving a long trail in the training ground.

Finally, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.

"Hmm... something's not right. Kaido's moves are pretty hard to learn. Is it the spiked club?"

Dimon waved the Konpira in his hand again, and it felt different from the move Kaido used. In the end, he attributed it to the weapon.

Having no time to deal with Enel, he hung the Konpira back on his waist and turned to leave.

Enel's abilities are quite impressive. I'll kill him when I get the chance and Animation the Rumble-Rumble Fruit within him.

But not now.

Only after he had walked away did the quiet onlookers gasp in astonishment.

"One... one strike... he defeated Enel with just one strike!?"

"Hiss... Who is this guy?! Is he going to compete with this monster for the position of Admiral?"

"Stop dreaming! Even without this newcomer, there are already enough monsters gathered here!"

Someone boldly walked up to the unconscious Enel and looked down to observe his condition.

His entire face was dented from the blows, countless bones were broken, and blood was gushing from his mouth, nose, and eyes.

If left untreated, this could be life-threatening.

At that moment, a sergeant rushed over and hurriedly asked:

"What happened here? This guy... his injuries are really bad!"

The sergeant was a woman with short black hair that reached her chin, wearing red-rimmed glasses and a purple floral shirt. She was slender and about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Isn't that Tashigi?"

On the other side.

Dimon was searching for a suitable secluded spot.

The training ground was a spacious stone-paved field, with almost no other prominent buildings besides a few selection rings.

Thousands of contestants were gathered here, scattered around, with some marines maintaining order.

Dimon walked all the way to the end of the training ground before finally finding a hidden public restroom.

The restroom was located in a small grove of trees, Observation Haki senses, it was currently unused.

Stepping into the public restroom, it wasn't as foul-smelling as I had imagined; it seemed to have just been cleaned by cleaning staff.

Dimon immediately extended his right hand, and a ray of golden light emanated from his palm.

A moment later, a small red slime was summoned.

"Owner."

"This is Enies Lobby. Immediately dive underground and find the hidden cold storage. Be careful not to expose yourself; many powerful individuals gather here."

"Don't worry, Master, leave it to me!"

Hongjue confidently transformed into a pool of blood, which crawled out of the window and finally merged into the ground, disappearing completely.

After confirming that no one had noticed him, Dimon didn't rush to leave. He clutched his stomach, his face looking rather pale.

"Was the food in the banquet hall poisoned? Surely not. Why would they poison a banquet for the Shichibukai?"

Glug glug.

The rumbling in his stomach made him tense; he had a subtle feeling of wanting to fart, but also afraid that it might not be a fart.

He quickly kicked open the cubicle door and slammed it shut.

"Given my physical condition, I couldn't possibly get sick from ordinary food; someone must have poisoned me."

Dimon sat on the toilet and began to contemplate life.

The person who poisoned him certainly wasn't targeting him; who could have known in advance that he would come?

A moment later, footsteps sounded.

I heard the sound of a door opening next door, followed by the satisfying sound of a gate being released.

The person was heard muttering softly:

"Who poisoned my lunch? Given my health, ordinary food wouldn't make me sick; someone must have poisoned it."

Dimon hesitated to speak about his "neighbor" next door.

He had actually finished, but he couldn't get up...

Just then, another person came into the public restroom. First, they eagerly pushed the door of the next stall, and then it was Dimon's turn. After confirming that the two stalls in front of him were occupied, they finally rushed into the stall to Dimon's right.

Damn it!

I had just sat down on the toilet when I heard the person cursing angrily:

Someone definitely poisoned the food!

"With my physical condition, it's impossible for me to get an upset stomach from ordinary food!"

Dimon: "..."

Well, he's not the only one who's been infected.

Who could be so despicable as to poison the food?

These two appear to be participants in the selection process; since they are not eating at the same place as the Shichibukai, it's not aimed at any specific individual.

"You two... cough cough."

Dimon coughed lightly. "Meeting is fate. Since we're destined to meet, could you lend me a few sheets of paper?"

The air suddenly fell silent.

The newcomer on the right suddenly shut up.

The man on the left seemed to be quite old, and upon hearing this, he spoke up:

"I didn't bring any paper either."