One Piece: The Straw Hat Pirates' Max-Level Swordsman

Ling Tian was trapped in this small cell, as if he was at the bottom of a deep ancient well. The space was so cramped that it was almost impossible to stretch his body.

His eyes were like two bright lights in the darkness, carefully observing everything around him. His eyes were like a nimble snake, slowly moving along every inch of the cell, not missing any possible details.

The cell was filled with a smell of rot and despair, a mixture of death, sweat, and fear. The rotten smell was like an invisible hand, tightly covering the mouth and nose of the person, making him feel sick.

This atmosphere seemed to permeate from every corner and every stone of the cell, as if telling the countless tragic stories that had happened here.

The dim light struggled to squeeze in from the narrow vent high up, like a weak life struggling tenaciously against the darkness.

The vent was pitifully small, only the size of a palm, as if it was the last bit of tolerance for light in this dark cell.

The light was like strands of silk, sparsely scattered on the ground, and could only barely illuminate a corner of this depressing space. The rest of the place was still immersed in darkness, like a world being swallowed by a dark behemoth.

The walls around were thick and solid, built with huge stones. Each stone was like a huge monster, pressing heavily there, giving people a feeling of being insurmountable.

The surface of the stone is rough and uneven, covered with moss and traces of erosion over time.

The moss is like a green velvet carpet, growing wildly in this dark and humid environment, spreading between the cracks of the stones, as if it is nature's erosion of this man-made cage.

The traces of time are like deep wrinkles, depicting the vicissitudes of the history of this prison.

The stones in some places have peeled off slightly, revealing the rougher stone core inside, but this does not affect the overall solidity of the wall. Instead, it adds a dilapidated yet tenacious atmosphere.

The prison door is made of thick iron pillars, each of which is as thick as an adult's arm. They are like loyal guards, closely arranged together, forming an indestructible barrier.

The surface of the iron pillars had rusted due to long-term oxidation, showing a dark red color, like dried blood. They looked cold and ruthless, as if they were a sleeping beast, lying there, ruthlessly blocking his way.

The lock on the prison door was also huge and heavy, like the heart of a steel behemoth, firmly locking the door to freedom.

Ling Tian was calculating silently in his mind. His brain was like a high-speed precision instrument, with various ideas and plans flashing through his mind rapidly.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, observing everything around him carefully and cautiously.

His eyes scanned every corner of the small cell, from the damp, mossy floor to the mottled and dilapidated ceiling to the hopelessly thick walls around it.

As he examined it, he found that the cell was like a carefully built cage, without any obvious mechanisms or weak points.

Every inch of the place exudes an insurmountable atmosphere, a sense of oppression created by the solid building materials and strict design.

The stones of the wall fit tightly together, without even the slightest crack that could be pried open; the ground was flat and solid, without any suspicious secret compartments or passages; and there was no usable space on the ceiling except for a small vent that let in a faint light.

The entire cell seemed to be a natural whole, sealed by an invisible force, trapping him inside and cutting off any possibility of clever escape.

"It seems that the only way is to use the most direct method." Ling Tian frowned, his eyebrows twisted tightly together like two tangled black snakes. His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, but more of determination.

Thinking of this, Ling Tian no longer hesitated. A look of determination flashed across his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, brief but bright and firm.

He took a deep breath, and the breath poured into his chest like a surging tide, instantly igniting his strength.

The muscles in his body tensed up instantly. Every muscle was like carefully carved rock, hard and powerful. They were tightly attached to his bones, making his body lines like a taut bowstring. Like a cheetah about to attack, he exuded a dangerous and explosive aura.

He exerted force with both hands suddenly, and his hands were like two pairs of steel pliers, carrying a tremendous force.

The blue veins on his arms stood up like little snakes, winding and twisting, clearly visible under his bronze skin, as if they were power veins hidden in his body, expanding and pulsating as he exerted strength, full of wild tension.

With a sound of "click", the handcuffs that were originally thought to be indestructible were actually broken by him so easily.

The sound of the handcuffs breaking was particularly crisp and loud in the silent cell, like a provocation to the authority of the prison.

The person opposite was shocked to see Ling Tian destroy the handcuffs so easily.

His originally numb and desperate look was instantly replaced by shock. His eyes were wide open like two copper bells, and his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

His mouth was open so wide that his jaw was almost dislocated, and it seemed as if an egg could fit in his mouth.

His body shrank back unconsciously, as if he had seen some incredible monster. His eyes were full of fear and confusion. He could not believe what was happening before his eyes.

"You...how did you do it?" His voice was full of shock and confusion, and it trembled a little because of excessive shock, like a leaf swaying in the wind.

Each word was dragged out, as if only in this way could he express the overwhelming emotions in his heart.

He knew better than anyone how hard the handcuffs were. After all, he had been imprisoned in this dark cell for too long.

He was waging a silent struggle against the handcuffs day and night, longing to break free from them and regain his freedom every minute and every second.

He himself had tried to break free countless times, but each time ended in failure. The memory of those attempts haunted him like a nightmare, and each failure was like a blunt knife, cutting his heart mercilessly.

He remembered that he had tried his best to pull, it was a near-desperate struggle. He mobilized all the strength in his body, his muscles were as tight as a bowstring about to break, and the veins on his arms bulged like angry earthworms.