Every gaze fell upon Lucas.
They didn’t understand the concept of getting off work.
But everyone imprisoned on the Sixth Level was an arrogant and vicious individual.
At the very least, they couldn’t accept being called "trash."
"Bullet, hurry up and teach this arrogant yellow-haired brat a lesson. Show him what it means to possess the potential of a supreme conqueror chosen from a million. Don’t let him look down on us old-timers from the previous era!"
Catarina Devon was the first to angrily shout out.
Nearby, Sanjuan Wolf, Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro also turned their gazes toward the cell at the end of the corridor where Bullet was imprisoned.
After being confined here for so long, their abilities had long since been suppressed by various means. The only entertainment available to them was occasionally watching Bullet demonstrate his Conqueror’s Haki and using it to mess with the guards.
Now, faced with this arrogant newcomer, relying on Bullet was the only way they could vent their frustration.
"You ignorant fools, shut up!"
Crocodile, who had originally intended to keep a low profile, snarled through clenched teeth.
"This newly appointed Marine Admiral can’t be judged by common sense."
Thinking back to everything that had happened during Lucas’s escort mission, Crocodile remembered every detail clearly.
This was a man who had even dared to blast a Celestial Dragon away.
Crocodile knew very well that rules had little to do with the young man standing before them.
"Hmph. Damn crocodile, you once fought me yourself."
Bullet gave a feral grin.
"I thought that after all these years out there, you’d have made some progress. I never expected that even a mere yellow-haired brat could scare you."
Dragging his enormous Seastone chains behind him, Bullet quickly approached the front of his cell.
He then laughed disdainfully.
"Brat, let me see where you get the confidence for your arrogance."
"You dare call us trash on the Sixth Level?"
"Then let me show you what it means to possess the qualities of a conqueror!"
BOOM!
A violent surge of Conqueror’s Haki erupted directly from Bullet’s cell like a raging tidal wave.
The sensation was like a Category 12 hurricane sweeping through the prison.
The originally spacious Sixth Level of Impel Down trembled violently under the immense pressure.
Even the specially reinforced cells surrounding them emitted sharp metallic creaks.
The floor beneath their feet was no exception.
Bullet’s Conqueror’s Haki might not be comparable to Shanks’.
But among the many Conqueror’s Haki users across the sea, it was unquestionably among the very strongest.
Feeling the terrifying impact and overwhelming mental pressure, Catarina Devon and the others eagerly looked toward Lucas and the people behind him.
They were waiting with interest to see what kind of disgraceful reaction the newly appointed Marine Admiral—and his little entourage behind him—would show.
However, the moment they looked over, the scene before them left them completely stunned.
"Get farther away, quickly. It wouldn’t be good if you get caught in the crossfire."
Garp was the first to retreat.
Magellan and the others were completely baffled, but they quickly followed.
They had only gone a dozen or so meters when an indescribably terrifying pressure suddenly erupted like a volcano.
The entire Sixth Level seemed to be crushed beneath an invisible Mount Tai.
The heavy floor shattered apart with a tremendous roar.
BOOM!
Two massive waves of Conqueror’s Haki collided in an instant.
A thunderous impact exploded throughout the Sixth Level.
Bullet’s Conqueror’s Haki was indeed considerably stronger than Donquixote Doflamingo’s.
However, when faced with Lucas’s Conqueror’s Haki, which had seemingly solidified into a tangible force, Bullet’s Haki was completely overwhelmed.
It was as though it had been crushed beneath an unstoppable force and violently driven backward.
Everything in its path was destroyed.
The floor of the corridor shattered under the impact.
Catarina Devon and the others, who had originally been standing by to watch the show from their cells, were completely caught off guard by this seemingly tangible shockwave of Conqueror’s Haki.
They only felt an enormous force slam into them.
Their bodies were sent flying like cannonballs before crashing heavily into the walls.
The tremendous force embedded them into the stone.
Their blood and vital energy churned violently inside their bodies, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood.
Their faces were filled with overwhelming terror.
This was completely different from the Conqueror’s Haki they knew!
Inside the cell at the end of the corridor, Bullet’s feelings were exactly the same.
If he were at his peak and wasn’t restrained by Seastone, he would certainly have been capable of withstanding Lucas’s tangible Conqueror’s Haki.
Unfortunately, in his current state, with his movements restricted and only his Haki available for the clash, there was nothing he could do against Lucas’s overwhelming advance.
All Bullet could do was watch helplessly as the unstoppable force swept toward him.
"Brat, your Conqueror’s Haki really is beyond expectations."
An old voice suddenly came from the cell beside Bullet.
"It is powerful enough to rival that man who calls himself the Pirate King."
"But this Sixth Level is still not a place where you can run wild."
"I may look down on Bullet, but this time, I’ll join forces with him."
Soon, everyone saw an aged figure who looked as though he were on the verge of death appear at the entrance of the cell.
BOOM!
An even more powerful burst of Conqueror’s Haki erupted.
It was even stronger than Bullet’s.
The two enormous waves of Haki converged like two giant serpents before crashing directly into Lucas’s advancing shockwave.
The previously unstoppable momentum finally showed the slightest hint of stagnation.
Catarina Devon and the others, still pinned against the walls, immediately erupted with joy.
The pirates imprisoned on the Sixth Level were indeed all extremely vicious criminals.
But there were still differences in strength between them.
If Bullet was the ceiling of strength among them, then the Red Count, Patrick Redfield, was someone who had broken through that ceiling entirely.
With the two of them joining forces, Catarina and the others firmly believed they could at least recover some of their lost face.
"That’s the Red Count, Patrick Redfield!"
Magellan’s expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly issued a warning.
"I never thought he would interfere in something like this."
"According to the rumors spreading across the sea, he’s a terrifying monster capable of standing on equal footing with a Four Emperor all by himself."
Beside him, Garp had just torn open a bag of rice crackers.
Looking toward the aged figure inside the cell, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Redfield! I never thought you old bastard were still alive."
"Though, honestly, you would’ve been better off pretending to be dead just now."
"Otherwise, I’m afraid you’re about to lose what little dignity that old face of yours has left."
Redfield was stunned by the inexplicable remark.
No.
It wasn’t just Redfield.
The prisoners on the Sixth Level and even Magellan were equally confused.
Only a handful of people—and Crocodile, hiding in the corner—understood exactly what Garp meant.
It seemed that the real horror was only about to begin.
"Sigh. What a nuisance. I’ve only got thirty seconds left before I get off work."
Lucas let out an exasperated sigh.
"I originally planned to test this move somewhere else."
"But since I’m in a hurry to get off work, I might as well use my new trump card."
"System, activate the Fusion Card!"
Ding! Host, please wait.
Ding! Congratulations, Host. The Fusion Card has been successfully activated!
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