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

"Did you run away?"

"Hahaha, this is going to be interesting."

"Being lost from the infinite hell by a prisoner, even Zephyr should be held accountable!"

"This is the price of looking down on pirates!"

"There won't be any such entertainment tomorrow!"

……

Seeing that Geber did not fight with Rosen, but chose to escape, using the flying ability and speed of a wind god pterosaur to fly towards the exit of the infinite hell, the prisoners around saw this scene and gloated.

No pirate can swallow the fact that Zephyr uses them as training materials to cultivate his students.

it's good now.

If Geber's escape succeeded, it would not only be a slap in the face to Zefa, making him dare not look down on the prisoners on the sixth floor again, but also he would have to weigh the consequences if he wanted to use them as training materials.

Even if Zephyr wanted to, Magellan of Impel Prison and even Sengoku of the Navy Headquarters would not allow it.

锵

Rosen's mind moved, and the outer shell of the Static Blood Suit opened, not only knocking away the seastone handcuffs that Geber kicked at him, but also isolating the shackles that were flying towards Borsalino.

"As expected of CP0, the speed is really terrifying!"

"Do you need me to take action?"

"Junior."

Borsalino put his hands in his pockets and glanced at Geber who was getting closer and closer to the exit of the infinite hell. Instead of rushing to catch up, he stood where he was, first praising Geber's speed in a sarcastic tone, and then spoke slowly to Rosen.

For him, who has the ability of the Flash Fruit, unless he hides at the bottom of the sea, if he is determined to hunt down a pirate, it doesn't matter whether the pirate runs into the sky or underground.

A hundred miles in an instant, just wait.

It all depends on whether he wants to hunt him down or not.

“This is my internship class!”

"Senior."

"Even if I want to find someone to substitute for me, I can't do it in front of Mr. Zefa, right?"

Rosen did not set out to chase after him, but instead chatted leisurely with Borsalino.

"Is he that confident?"

As the chief guard, Xilu's hand was on the hilt of the knife, but he did not make a move.

He wanted to see how Rosen would perform next.

Will he become the biggest joke of the navy on the second day, or will he amaze himself like on the first day?

however.

Rosen's subsequent performance caught Shiluo off guard.

Instead of chasing after him, he started chatting with Borsalino.

As for the escaped prisoners, whether it was Rosen, Borsalino, or even Zefa, they all seemed to have forgotten about this incident and stood there leisurely.

honestly.

These people were not in a hurry, but Xiliu was a little anxious.

after all.

Now he is still the warden of Impel. Even if he doesn't care about his position, it would be a great shame if a prisoner ran away in front of him.

"You really don't need any help, Senior?"

"Don't be embarrassed."

"You should know that Mr. Zhan Guo asked me to accompany you in order to avoid this situation from happening."

Borsalino seemed not to notice Xiliu's anxious look, and said to Rosen:

"To be honest, if the prisoner refuses to cooperate and chooses to escape, it's not your problem, but my problem, senior."

"after all."

"Making these prisoners respectable is my job here."

As Borsalino spoke, he took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, as if ready to attack.

"That's true, but it's so rare to come across such a good whetstone, I'm really reluctant to give it up."

"So, Senior."

"You should just continue to be the handsome man you are and watch the show from the side."

Rosen slowly drew out the Zanpakutō from his waist.

"Since you insist, then fine!"

"But let's make it clear first. The limit is five meters from the entrance. As long as Gebr doesn't cross this line, I will pretend not to see it. If he crosses the line, then I will have no choice but to take action."

"Junior, you should also understand the difficulties of the senior. It is estimated that in about a year or so, I will be promoted to a full-time general and no longer be a candidate. If a prisoner escapes from prison at this time, I will have to serve as a candidate for general for a few more years."

Borsalino looked pitiful.

"He won't stand a chance of crossing the line."

Rosen gave Borsalino a reassurance, then pulled out his Zanpakutō from its scabbard, with the tip of the blade pointing towards Geber's back.

"The blade is half as short as the weapon called Senbonzakura from yesterday."

"Junior brother is a user of the Weapon Fruit, which allows him to transform into various weapons. In that case, his short sword is a new weapon."

"It should be that he has abilities that are completely different from Senbonzakura."

Borsalino glanced at the dagger in Rosen's hand, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Compared with Senbonzakura, what kind of unique abilities does this short sword have?

"His talent is by no means limited to Haki, swordsmanship, and physical skills. Even his development of devil fruits is unmatched."

"In other people's hands, the weapon fruit can only be transformed into ordinary weapons such as swords, guns, and cannons, but it's different for my junior brother."

"He developed the Weapon Fruit in another direction, or rather, he brought this superhuman devil fruit to a level that it did not belong to."

Not only Borsalino, but even Zefa was paying attention to the dagger in Rosen's hand.

Ever since Rosen demonstrated the ability of Senbonzakura in Infinite Hell yesterday, he finally remembered once again that his student was a fruit ability user.

At the same time, he also realized that Rosen also had an extraordinary understanding in the field of people with special abilities.

He actually used the weapon fruit to develop the ability of Zanpakuto.

Even though Zephyr has never taken the power of fruits seriously, after seeing the Senbonzakura, he understood that the Weapon Fruit in Rosen's hands is absolutely equivalent to a top-level parahuman devil fruit, or even above the top-level parahuman devil fruit.

"Observation Haki and this Zanpakutō are a perfect match!"

“Although we are not yet able to foresee the future, it is enough.”

"So."

Rosen stared at Geber's back, his eyes gradually glowing red, and his observation Haki spread out, not only locking the position, but also sensing the other party's next move:

"Shoot him, sharpshooter."

As an indifferent voice sounded, the dagger in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling blade light, and the blade turned into a silver light as fast as thunder and wind, cutting through the darkness that had shrouded the infinite hell for many years.

咻

In the eyes of Borsalino and Zefa, Rosen just opened his mouth and said a sentence, and then a silver light flashed like a rainbow piercing the sun, and in an instant it came to Geber's back.

"Paper painting!"

The moment Geber heard Rosen's voice, he felt as if a thorn in his back was uneasy.

In fact, although he had his back to Rosen, Zephyr and others, his attention had never left them. He even used his long-lost observation Haki to perceive.

That's right. At the moment the magic spear was fired, his body in mid-air seemed to have lost all the bones in its body. He was like a willow branch swaying in the wind. He avoided the magic spear narrowly at a distance that was almost sticking to it.

"Avoid it!"

Just when Gebr was still in shock but was glad that he had dodged in time, the silver light that passed by him seemed to have predicted his next reaction. It was like a silver dragon swinging its tail in the air and slashing down suddenly.

The divine spear that should have passed by his shoulder suddenly slashed down at such a fast speed that he was overwhelmed. A deep cut was made from his shoulder all the way to his left abdomen, leaving a visible bone.

puff

The whole process from the shooting of the magic spear to the slashing down was as swift as the wind and faster than lightning.

By the time Geber reacted, he was already bleeding profusely, staining the sky with blood.

Tick

patter

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and blood dripping, Geber fell to the ground from mid-air.

At this moment, if someone walked closer and measured the position where he fell to the ground with the entrance to the Infinite Hell, they would definitely find that the data was exactly six meters.

There is still one meter left to the dividing line set by Borsalino.

now.

The vast infinite hell was completely silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.