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Chapter 198: The Absolute 'Ironclad Defense'
Chapter 198: The Absolute 'Ironclad Defense'
Magellan gazed at the crazed Sark for a moment and sighed, "Pirates like you are everywhere, completely oblivious to why Impel Down is known as the 'Sheer Cliff'."
He walked up to Hannibal, patted the shoulder of the man who was struggling to stand straight, and said, "You did well, Hannibal. Leave the rest to me."
"Chief..."
Hannibal's mouth hung open as he relaxed and collapsed back to the ground.
Sark's previous 'greeting' had been incredibly powerful, piercing all his pressure points.
The fact that he could stand at all showed that Hannibal was no weakling.
For most people, even those with the same level of Haki as Sark, it would be impossible to take down an opponent so quickly.
But for Sark, surpassing meant crushing, leaving no room for other options.
"Get some rest now," Magellan said in a low voice. "And don't give up. My position as Chief will be yours and yours alone in the future."
He turned to face Sark and continued, "As for you, as the Chief, I have the authority to execute prisoners. And you, as an escaped convict who has slaughtered countless guards, deserve nothing less than a death sentence!"
"Hahahahaha!" Sark responded with a sinister laugh. "You'd better walk the talk!"
Magellan casually strolled towards Sark and said, "I am a Poison Man who has eaten the Doku Doku no Mi. Even my breath emits highly toxic fumes. You seem to rely on your physical prowess in battle, but if it comes to close-quarters combat, you stand no chance against me."
He opened his mouth and began to expel gas, his entire body emanating a toxic vapor. But these fumes were not directionless; they were aimed directly at Sark.
"Your mastery of Haki is impressive, but Haki is not all-powerful. There are some things that willpower alone cannot defend against."
Magellan was well aware of the power of Haki; he knew that even ordinary people could become formidable warriors with strong Haki because it was the manifestation of their will.
However, he also knew that Haki had its limitations.
Willpower, conviction, determination, courage, killing intent, and fighting spirit—Haki encompassed all these aspects, but it was not tangible. It was merely an 'unwavering strength of belief.'
Yet, this strength could not withstand heavy blows, nor could it grasp the elements. Haki was useless against his poisons.
It was not a barrier.
Magellan was highly experienced, and he recognized this at first glance. To defeat someone like Sark, physical poisons could be warded off by Haki, but gaseous poisons were an entirely different matter.
Sark's Haki was exceptionally strong, and he would undoubtedly emit a Haki aura. If it were liquid poison, it might be broken by his Haki, but pure gaseous poison was unavoidable.
Haki could counter the effects of certain Devil Fruit abilities, but they were mostly limited to supernatural powers.
Magellan's poison gas did not fall into that category; it inflicted pure, unadulterated 'damage.'
"Poison Cloud," Magellan uttered gravely. "Vanish, oh senses."
The poison gas he exhaled didn't even require breathing; it only needed to touch Sark's body for the toxins to corrode his senses, gradually rendering him a senseless waste of flesh.
And that was what was happening now.
"Poison Blowfish!"
As the poison gas spread, Magellan spat out several toxic liquid orbs that shot toward Sark.
There was no need to wait for the gas to take full effect; the current attack would ensure a direct hit.
Once the target was poisoned, they would essentially lose their ability to resist!
This was Magellan's true power!
The formidable 'Sheer Cliff' of Impel Down, even with his limited four-hour activity window, was an absolute, unbeatable force here.
No one could withstand his poisons!
Not even in this high-temperature environment.
Bang!
Before he could finish that thought, a heavy blow landed on his abdomen, sending him sliding backwards until he stopped right in front of the fallen Hannibal.
Holding his abdomen, he lifted his head to look forward, only to see Sark maintaining a piercing stance as he smiled, "That was quite a strong kick. My power is no trifling matter. Did you block it?"
It was more than strong.
Sark's kick, as always, was infused with his Haki intensity. Due to his near-infinite recovery, he typically employed an extremely high level of Haki in his attacks.
But it had been blocked.
"No,"
Magellan released his hands, and a large amount of purple poison began to ooze out from his body, turning him into a purple figure.
"I'm injured. That kick was powerful, but that's not what surprises me the most. It seems you're unfazed?"
Anyone with a high level of Haki would know that. This kick, in terms of intensity, force, and speed, was exceptionally high. The kick didn't even make direct contact; instead, it utilized the technique of projecting Haki outward, so the Haki struck before the leg came close.
This technique was typically used against enemies that were inconvenient to approach. Additionally, there was an internal destructive aspect to it, and within that, there was a unique destructive force.
It was very strong, but not unbeatable.
He, too, was adept with Haki.
But compared to Haki, his Fruit ability was even stronger.
When those gases made contact, Sark's actions should have become sluggish. However, in that instant, he not only shattered the poison liquid orbs that were spat out but also launched an attack against him.
His movements showed no sign of stagnation.
Was it ineffective?
"Mere poison," Sark chuckled softly. "You wish to numb my five senses? You won't succeed!"
Indeed, Sark couldn't defend against this type of poison gas. The moment it spread out, he was affected.
However,
When his Life Return and North Star Fist were non-existent?
To numb the five senses with poison gas?
Such things were utterly useless against him!
As the one who understood the human body the best, even to the extent of harnessing its potential with the 'Dragon Breathing Technique', almost reaching the level of 'transformation', Sark was most familiar with his own body.
Whether it was Life Return or acupressure on his own secret acupoints, he could break through this simple numbness and sluggishness induced by the poison.
It wasn't immunity.
It was just that the poison gas he inhaled or that made contact with his body was being constantly expelled by him.
Those gases were even less potent than the poison liquid orbs he shattered.
However, Magellan seemed to have noticed this as well, which was why he had the poison liquid envelop his body.
"It seems some destructive poison is needed. How much longer can your Haki withstand this?"
Magellan's expression remained unchanged, as if it wasn't surprising that Sark could withstand this to some extent.
Poison liquid continuously oozed out from his body, gradually rising upwards, and from his back, over a dozen purple poison dragons emerged, like spider webs, covering all the space around Sark. All the dragon heads were aimed at Sark.
The emergence of the poison dragons made the surrounding aura even denser, like thick fog and clouds, swirling around Magellan, demarcating the boundary.
"Poison Dragons!"
Three purple poison dragons flew out from his body, heading straight for Sark's position.
(End of Chapter)
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