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

Ling Tian was in the beast prison on the second floor of Push City, which was filled with a wild and dangerous atmosphere. It was dark all around, with only a faint light occasionally flickering, like a ghost's eye looming in the darkness.

Ling Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, relying on his keen observation skills to not miss any subtle clues.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he quickly caught the figures of the group of jailers running up in this chaotic environment.

His mind was like a high-speed precision instrument. He made decisive decisions in an instant and followed the direction of the jailers without hesitation.

He was like a ghost stalking in the darkness, his figure as light as a falling feather. Every step he took seemed to be on the air, without making the slightest sound.

He moved very cautiously, as if he was walking on a tightrope, carefully avoiding places where noise might be made.

His body leaned forward slightly, maintaining a posture ready to react at any time, like a cheetah ready to strike. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, alert to any factors that might cause unnecessary attention.

Even the slightest movement could bring countless dangers, so he had to remain absolutely quiet.

He had only one firm goal in mind - to find Ace and rescue him from this terrible prison in Impel Down.

Following the passage where the jailers ran, Ling Tian was like a cautious cat, taking every step carefully. The passage was narrow and winding, and the walls were made of cold stones, exuding a damp smell.

The ground was bumpy and uneven, with puddles of foul-smelling sewage in some places. Ling Tian's footsteps landed lightly on the ground, trying not to make any noise, as if his footsteps would wake up the demon sleeping in the passage.

The passage was filled with a depressing atmosphere, which was like a heavy dark cloud, making it almost impossible to breathe. The air seemed to be frozen, making people feel extremely depressed.

The lights on the wall flickered dimly, and the weak light was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. The lights cast distorted shadows on the wall, and those shadows seemed like strange monsters, dancing with their fangs and claws bared.

Every time the light flickered, Ling Tian's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know what danger would arise in the next moment.

Ling Tian quickened his pace while being alert to the possible dangers around him. His eyes were like a vigilant owl, constantly scanning the surroundings.

His ears pricked up, catching any slightest sound.

He knew that time was running out and there could be no delay. Ace might be suffering somewhere, and every second that passed could make Ace's situation more dangerous.

His heart was filled with anxiety, but he also understood that in this situation, impatience would only bring more dangers. He had to remain calm in order to deal with various challenges that might arise.

Finally, after a period of intense exploration, Ling Tian found the entrance to the third underground level of the Hunger Prison. The entrance exuded a gloomy atmosphere, as if it was the gate to hell.

The walls at the entrance were engraved with strange symbols and patterns, which seemed like ancient curses and made people shudder.

The air at the entrance was even colder, as if it could penetrate one's bones. Standing at the entrance, Ling Tian felt a strong sense of oppression.

The moment Ling Tian stepped into the Hunger Prison, he was instantly enveloped by a strong sense of crisis. Almost at the same time, a poisonous dragon flew towards him at an alarming speed like a black lightning.

The poisonous dragon was huge and ferocious, its body twisting and winding like a demon rushing out from the depths of hell.

Its speed was extremely fast, leaving a black trail in the air. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The poisonous dragon carried a deadly threat, as if a slight touch could instantly turn a person into a pool of pus and blood.

However, Ling Tian, ​​relying on his powerful observation Haki, sensed the danger the moment the poisonous dragon attacked.

His observation Haki was like an invisible net that enveloped everything around him, and any slight changes could not escape his perception. At that moment, alarm bells rang in his heart, and his body reacted instinctively.

His body was like a spring, bursting with powerful force in an instant. He kicked the ground with both legs, and leaped to the side like an arrow. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

At that critical moment, he narrowly avoided the poisonous dragon's attack. The poisonous dragon almost flew past his body, and he could even feel the cold breath emanating from the poisonous dragon.

"Hmph, you want to sneak attack me? Not that easy." Ling Tian snorted in his heart, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance, like the alertness shown by a sharp cheetah when facing potential threats.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring straight ahead, with all the muscles in his body tensed, ready to deal with any possible attack at any time.

A surge of anger surged in his heart, and he was angry about this sudden sneak attack, but he also knew that in this dangerous place, he must always remain calm.

After Ling Tian dodged the poisonous dragon, a black figure slowly appeared in front of him. The figure was like a demon god walking out of the darkness, tall and majestic, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The process of the figure appearing was like a slow and shocking drama, with each movement carrying a heavy sense of power. The figure gradually became clearer, and the air around it seemed to be distorted by its powerful aura, making it difficult to breathe.

The moment he saw this person, Ling Tian knew that he was Magellan, the director of the Impel Down Prison. Magellan was wearing a black prison warden uniform, which was as dark as the night, deep and mysterious.

The material of the uniform looks tough and luxurious, and the patterns and decorations on it show his status and authority. Magellan is tall and burly, like an unshakable mountain, giving people a strong visual impact.

He had a serious expression on his face, as if it was carved in stone, without the slightest looseness. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, forming two sharp arcs that seemed to be able to cut through the air.

His lips were tightly closed, with hard lines, revealing a firmness and decisiveness. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate a person's soul.

Those eyes were like two sharp swords, shooting straight at Ling Tian, ​​making people shudder. In those eyes, there was no trace of emotional fluctuation, only endless coldness and majesty, as if he was the god who dominated life and death, and anyone in front of him seemed small and powerless.

A thick poisonous gas surrounded his body, and that poisonous gas seemed to have life, constantly rolling and surging.