One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

The Blackbeard Pirates' ship slowly approached the shore, and the sea breeze, with a slightly salty smell, blew on everyone's faces.

The atmosphere in Impel Down suddenly became heavy. Dozens of jailers were already on high alert. They held their spears tightly in both hands, their eyes as sharp as hawks, staring at Blackbeard and his men who were walking down from the pirate ship.

Hannibal stood at the front, holding the trident in both hands, his face heavy and solemn.

As the deputy director of Push City, he knew very well that the people coming this time were not so easy to deal with.

"The Blackbeard Pirates..." His voice was cold and majestic, with an unquestionable momentum, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath pointing directly at the other party, "Show the documents issued by the Judicial Island and accept inspection!"

However, the reaction of Blackbeard and his men made Hannibal feel unhappy and angry.

Blackbeard and his pirates burst into arrogant laughter, as if they did not take the threat in front of them seriously at all.

The laughter was filled with endless mockery and contempt, like a silent provocation, stinging the nerves of all the Impel Down guards present.

Hannibal's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he glanced coldly at these arrogant pirates.

He has been in charge of all matters of the prisons in the city for a long time, and his methods are not to be underestimated.

"Show me the documents, or I'll kill you on the spot!"

As his order fell, the jailers acted quickly, raising their spears in unison and pointing their guns coldly and mercilessly at the members of the Blackbeard Pirates.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the area.

Everyone's heartbeat became faster, and the spears in their hands seemed heavier.

"So bad tempered?"

The members of the Blackbeard Pirates looked at each other with contemptuous smiles on their faces, as if everything before them was just a child's play.

Blackbeard stood among the crowd with a playful smile on his face.

He slowly put his hand into his arms, the movement seemed leisurely and relaxed, as if he completely ignored the extremely tense atmosphere around him.

The jailers' eyes followed the movement, their nerves tense, their fingers trembling slightly on the trigger, waiting for any possible changes.

However, as Blackbeard slowly took out the documents from his arms, the jailers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they still remained highly vigilant, the tension in their hearts relaxed a little.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, your solid ally." Blackbeard's laughter was particularly harsh in the silence. He handed over the document carelessly, as if he was really just a friendly messenger who came to perform his duties.

Hannibal took the document and examined it carefully. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he did not dare to relax at all.

He knew that behind this seemingly casual action, there were many sinister intentions hidden.

Even so, formal checks must be carried out.

The members of the Blackbeard Pirates looked at this scene with even more obvious disdain in their eyes.

To them, these jailers were nothing more than ants. No matter how nervous they were or how hard they tried, they could not stop what was about to happen.

There was a hint of coldness in Blackbeard's playful smile. In order to make the next plan go more smoothly, he didn't mind giving these jailers some face first.

He laughed secretly in his heart, knowing that this face would sooner or later be washed away with the blood of these people.

After the inspection, Hannibal returned the document to Blackbeard, his face still as cold as ice.

He knew very well that the man in front of him was far more dangerous than he let on.

He raised his head and met Blackbeard's gaze for a moment. Those eyes full of ambition and desire made him shudder.

Blackbeard smiled slightly, as if mocking Hannibal's vigilance.

Without saying anything more, he turned around and led his pirates, slowly walking towards the depths of Impel Down.

As their footsteps faded away, the jailers finally calmed down a little, but that invisible feeling of oppression still loomed in everyone's heart.

Hannibal silently watched the backs of the Blackbeard Pirates, with a sense of foreboding in his heart.

"I'm afraid this storm is more violent than any other in the past..."

He prayed silently in his heart, praying that Impel Down could get through this incident smoothly.

However, he also knew that Blackbeard's arrival would never be just a simple visit.

As for what the other party is going to do, he will stare at it closely.

"..."

As soon as the Blackbeard Pirates entered Impel Down, the dark and damp air hit them in the face, mixed with a strong smell of blood and decay.

The mottled rust on the walls and the indifferent eyes of the jailers along the way seemed to silently declare the cruelty and despair here.

However, for the Blackbeard Pirates, all this is a feast, an evil feast that they have been looking forward to for a long time.

"Is this the world's number one prison where you can get in but not out?"

One of the pirates looked around with interest, his voice revealing a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal.

As they walked in the dim corridor, they could hear faint screams, which were sharp and piercing, as if they came from the depths of hell.

Each sound was like an invisible needle, piercing the hearts of these pirates and making them feel a morbid pleasure.

Blackbeard walked in front, his ambitious eyes flickering in the dim light, like a wild beast lurking in the darkness.

With a sly smile on his face, he lowered his head slightly, as if listening to the fear and despair surging in this prison.

"What a great place..."

He said, a hint of approval in his voice.

When his men heard this, they all smiled in agreement.

They had never seen such a gloomy and terrifying place, and here was the starting point of the chaos and destruction they were about to cause.

The jailers led the way in front, weapons in hand, with steady steps, but a hint of uneasiness in their eyes.

Faced with the Blackbeard Pirates, a group of lawless guys, they were full of vigilance, but they could only bite the bullet and move on, because they knew the reputation of these pirates and knew what kind of conspiracy was hidden behind this "cooperation".

“This place… is really a joyful place.”

One of the pirates licked his lips, his tone full of teasing.

His eyes wandered around, as if he was admiring a priceless treasure.

The prisoners imprisoned behind the iron bars had some with bloodshot eyes, some covering their ears in pain, and some even losing their minds, roaring and crying.

Such a scene might be endless fear and nightmare for ordinary people, but for these pirates who are accustomed to killing and violence, it is a twisted satisfaction.

Blackbeard stopped, tilted his head slightly, and put his ear close to the wall, as if listening to the faint whispers.

An evil smile appeared on his face, which was full of anticipation and excitement like a beast smelling its prey.

"These cries are really pleasant to the ears."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was communicating with some power in this prison.

Then he turned around and glanced at his men behind him, his eyes full of hidden hints and unspoken orders.

“This place is amazing. It’s like a paradise tailor-made for us.”

He laughed, his voice echoing in the narrow corridor with endless arrogance and confidence.

They knew that they had come in with integrity, and that they would leave calmly, taking with them the chaos and blood of the prison.

"Let's go, our destination is not on the upper floors."

Blackbeard waved his hand, signaling everyone to move on.

Led by the jailer, they walked at a brisk pace, as if these gloomy and terrifying corridors had no effect on them.

Everyone had a relaxed smile on their face, and that smile was full of anticipation, as if they had already pictured a picture of hell coming to them in their minds.

As the sound of their footsteps faded away, the corridors of Impel Down seemed to grow darker.

Those souls imprisoned in the cells felt the dangerous atmosphere in the air. They huddled in the corner in fear, as if they had a premonition of the impending disaster.

The Blackbeard Pirates were not affected by this at all. Their gazes were directed towards the abyss - the sixth floor of Impel Down.

That is the real destination of their trip and also the stage where they are about to unleash a bloody storm.

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