Weapon fruit is rubbish? Have you ever heard of Ryujin Jakka?

"Hey! Isn't this Zephyr?"

"I heard that you are going to be a teacher instead of a general."

"Congratulations! If you had changed your career earlier, your whole family wouldn't have died so early."

The prisoners in one of the cells glanced towards the entrance of the Infinite Hell and found that one of them was Zefa. His face suddenly became ferocious, and then he grinned. The sound was so loud that it seemed as if he was using a loudspeaker and quickly spread throughout the Infinite Hell.

"A black-handed general?"

"I didn't even know your whole family was dead."

"I'm sorry! I'm locked up here and can't attend your family's funeral."

At this time.

In another cell not far away, another prisoner spoke up.

The voice was so vicious, like an invisible sharp knife, stabbing directly into Zefa's wound that had been sealed for many years.

Similar sounds continued to be heard from other cells.

Listening to the vicious voice that kept echoing in his ears, Zefa's face seemed calm and unmoved, but ripples appeared in his eyes.

The death of his family was the greatest pain in his life.

How could I not be touched at all when faced with the sarcasm and ridicule from the prisoners?

But Zefa didn't say anything.

Before coming here, he had already prepared himself mentally.

"Senior, what's going on?"

Rosen's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually grew colder.

"The two prisoners who spoke first were captured by Zephyr-sensei himself when he was still the Black Arm General."

"As for the ones behind."

"It's just that he has been detained for a long time, so he just follows the crowd."

Borsalino rarely teased Zephyr.

even.

No one noticed that his eyes behind his sunglasses were frighteningly cold.

"Teacher Zefa, are their names on your list?"

Hearing this, Rosen turned and looked at Zefa.

"Although they are all prisoners on the sixth floor, they are not qualified to be on my list."

Zefa said coldly.

"Then it has no value as a cultivation consumable."

Rosen nodded in understanding, then spread out his palms. A strand of hair on his head suddenly fell and finally landed in the palm of his hand.

He gathered his five fingers together and grasped the hair in his palm.

Snapped

The moment his fingers touched the hair, the hair suddenly changed from a strand of hair to a long sword with a sheath, which he held in his hand.

"I almost forgot that you are a Devil Fruit user."

Borsalino showed a surprised expression when he saw this.

Perhaps it was because Rosen's performance in cultivating domineering power was too extraordinary, and the fact that he had never used the power of the devil fruit in front of anyone led to the fact that he was a devil fruit user being frequently ignored.

It's not just Zefa.

Even Borsalino only remembered at this time that Rosen was a person with special abilities.

"Speak of it."

"This is also the first time I've seen him use his fruit ability."

"I heard it's the weapon fruit, which can turn any part of the body into a weapon."

Zephyr, who was originally thinking about the death of his family and feeling extremely uncomfortable, was immediately attracted when he saw Rosen using the ability of his fruit.

After all, he had never seen Rosen use the power of the fruit, so he was naturally curious.

He really wanted to know whether Rosen, as a person with special abilities, was as amazing in developing his fruit abilities as he was in practicing domineering aura.

"Is this what he's capable of?"

Xiliu stared at Rosen intently.

Conjure up a knife?

This kind of fruit ability seems a bit mediocre!

"Let's scatter, Senbonzakura."

Rosen ignored the gazes of Zefa and others, but pulled the Zanpakuto in his hand out of the scabbard and said lightly.

He wasn't talking to anyone, but was instead conversing with the Zanpakutō in his hand.

clang

As Rosen's words of liberation, no, it should be said that the words of command sounded, the Zanpakutō in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling pink light, and then from the tip of the blade all the way to the hilt, the entire blade turned completely purple, and then shattered layer by layer, turning into thousands of cherry blossom blades, spreading like a storm in the infinite hell.

"Hey Hey hey."

"Navy brat."

"What do you want to do?"

The prisoner who spoke first saw the sharp blade of cherry blossom sweeping towards him, his face changed at first, and then he showed disdain:

"I don't know what your fruit ability is, but I'm sorry."

"I am not a person with special abilities."

"These seastone shackles can lock up my hands and feet, and these seastone prison cells can lock up my freedom, but they can't lock up my arrogance."

Facing the sweeping cherry blossom blades, the prisoner stood up from the ground and punched the air with a defiant attitude, creating a visible shock wave that broke up the oncoming cherry blossom tornado.

But in the next second, the sharp blades that had scattered like falling cherry blossoms gathered together again, like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, and its speed was three times faster than before.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of cherry blossom blades pierced through the cell and flew in front of the prisoner, like a giant python swallowing an elephant, opening its huge purple mouth and wrapping his face in one bite.

"damn it!"

The prisoner's face suddenly changed. He had nowhere to hide in the cell. He could only use the armed color domineering to harden his neck, face, and head, and then allow the sharp blade to hit him.

clang

When the sharp blade touched his cheek, sparks flew and there was a sharp sound of metal clashing.

His cheek was scratched by the sharp blade of Sakura, but it was completely unharmed.

"That's it?"

"Zefa, is that your student?"

"It seems that this is not working. With this little strength, you can't even shave my beard!"

Seeing that the cherry blossom blade could not cut through his armament domineering, the prisoner sneered, then raised his neck, covered his mouth with his hands, and allowed the cherry blossom blade to hit his body, while not forgetting to mock Rosen and Zephyr.

however.

As soon as his laughter rang out, he felt the cherry blossom blades that were slashing his cheeks and neck suddenly burst into a terrifying sharpness, and then his face hardened by the armed color domineering was torn apart.

From the left and right cheeks to the chin and neck, there were shocking cuts made by the sharp cherry blade. One could even see through these cuts and directly see the prisoner's tongue and the cuts in his mouth from the outside.

Before the blood could gush out, sharp blades like falling cherry blossoms had already penetrated into the prisoner's throat along the blade, rushed towards the tongue, and twisted it forcefully like saw teeth.

Tsk

The cherry blossom blades spread out, and the prisoner's bloody mouth immediately became empty. The tongue, no, even the vocal cords were chopped into meat paste by the cherry blossom blades, then stuffed into his throat and rolled into his stomach.

"Fizz!"

After doing all this, the cherry blossom blade finally left the prisoner's body, followed by a piercing pain that swept through his body like a tidal wave. He tried to scream in pain, but he couldn't utter a single word, and could only make a continuous hissing sound filled with pain and resentment.

"Fizz!"

at the same time.

In a cell on the other side, the prisoner inside was experiencing the same thing as him.

He was not a user with special abilities, and he could also use Armament Haki. However, in front of Senbonzakura, it seemed that the strength of his Armament Haki was not up to standard. After a brief stalemate, his neck and face hardened by Armament Haki were cut open by the sharp blade, and even his tongue and vocal cords were chopped into pieces.

Then, he could only hiss in venom and anger.

"The tongue is for speaking. Since you can't speak properly, don't speak anymore in the future."

Rosen swung the handle of the knife in his hand.

The sweeping cherry blossom blades returned to him like fledglings returning to their nests, as if they had received an order, and transformed into blades again, embedded in the blade tip.

It seemed that the Senbonzakura was too sharp. After cutting off the tongues of two prisoners in succession, there was not a trace of blood on the blade.