Crack, crack, crack.
Beneath Shiryu of the Rain’s feet, the ground collapsed as if an earthquake had struck.
A sharp beastly cry suddenly spread out, and immediately after, an incomparably thick Wood Dragon rose from the earth.
“Awroo!” The Wood Dragon opened its mouth and roared.
It was more than ten meters long, its body thicker than a human’s, coiled together like a massive python.
Its golden eyes stared fiercely at Shiryu of the Rain.
In terms of scale, it was naturally far inferior to Hashirama Senju’s Wood Dragon.
After all, his had been used to deal with the Nine-Tails and Madara Uchiha.
Sylvan’s Wood Dragon was only meant to deal with Shiryu of the Rain, so there was no need to make it that exaggerated.
Overly astonishing Wood Release techniques consumed too much stamina, and Shiryu of the Rain was not qualified to enjoy the same treatment as Madara Uchiha.
“Damn monster.” To Shiryu of the Rain, this compressed version of the Wood Dragon already counted as a monster.
“Don’t look down on me too much!” Shiryu of the Rain switched to gripping his blade with both hands, and the demonic aura around him rose another level.
It was almost becoming tangible.
Then he slashed down with all his strength.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A strange blood-red slash swept out, looking just like human blood.
It was wicked to the extreme.
“Awooo…” The Wood Dragon’s hoarse cry made people’s hearts tremble.
As it stared at the incoming slash, not only did it show no fear, it opened its enormous mouth and charged straight toward it.
Crack!
Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Shiryu of the Rain’s slash struck the Wood Dragon’s head.
Not only did it fail to shatter it, the slash was instead caught by the massive mouth full of sharp fangs.
The dangerous attack was bitten apart with a bang like a mirror breaking.
“Are you kidding me?
What the hell is this monster?
Is it invulnerable to swords and guns?” Shiryu of the Rain’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide that a fist could be stuffed inside.
“Brat, hurry up and deal with this guy.
I can sense someone coming.
Their strength is extremely powerful.
You probably can’t handle them,” the Golden Lion’s anxious voice suddenly came, causing Sylvan to furrow his brows.
“Someone I can’t handle… Could it be that guy Magellan?” Sylvan suddenly thought of Magellan.
That fellow was indeed terrifyingly strong.
“Go.” Sylvan abruptly waved his hand, and the Wood Dragon shot out like a cannonball, swinging its thick tail toward Shiryu of the Rain.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The Wood Dragon’s strength was enormous.
Its thick tail smashed into Shiryu of the Rain’s body, and a series of cracking sounds could be heard.
Under this one strike, every bone in Shiryu of the Rain’s body shattered.
His chest was a bloody mess, his eyes rolled back, white foam spilled from his mouth, and he completely fainted on the spot.
“Got it.” Sylvan quickly took the keys from Shiryu of the Rain’s waist.
He could still sense a faint breath from the man, who was barely clinging to life.
If no one saved him, he would die sooner or later.
“Remember to repay me properly in the future, Golden Lion.” Sylvan tossed the key to the Seastone shackles over to the Golden Lion.
The chances of escaping Impel Down by himself were far too small.
There were still countless jailers outside.
With the Golden Lion as support, he would definitely be able to flee.
“Hahahaha… I can finally say goodbye to this damned prison.” The Golden Lion was overjoyed.
Holding the string of golden keys, he tried them one by one.
“That idiot Shiryu was actually defeated by a brat.
He has thrown Impel Down’s reputation into the dirt.” At the same time, an enraged explosive voice suddenly rang out.
It was like Conqueror’s Haki, filled with overwhelming intimidation that made people not dare to act recklessly.
Sylvan turned his head and saw a man in uniform appear.
“No wonder I felt pressure.
So it’s this guy… Right now, he should still be the Vice Warden.” Sylvan became much more cautious.
This man had two horns on his forehead and a pair of black demonic wings on his back.
He looked just like the legendary Satan.
Without a doubt, it was Magellan.
“You will die!” Magellan glared at Sylvan with eyes like blades.
The cold light in his sockets was almost becoming tangible.
“What arrogant words, brat!” Deep inside the prison, a mighty figure suddenly stood up.
He walked step by step toward the prison bars, raising his enormous iron fist.
Bang.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
A casual punch fell, and the huge prison directly collapsed.
The iron bars were like chopsticks, snapping apart with a series of crackling sounds.
Because the force was too powerful, even the fist wind it released blasted some of the other prisoners to death on the spot.
As this person strode forward like a dragon and tiger, he radiated the aura of an unrivaled overlord.
With the help of the faint candlelight, Magellan finally saw the man’s true face.
His expression instantly turned deathly pale, and he cried out in shock, “Golden Lion Shiki?!” Golden Lion Shiki had once stood at the same peak as the Pirate King Roger and Whitebeard.
His strength was unfathomable.
In the past, he had charged into Marine Headquarters alone and fought Sengoku and Garp for three days and three nights before the two of them finally captured him alive.
That was enough to show just how terrifying the Golden Lion’s strength was.
“Nico Sylvan, do you know what kind of stupid thing you’ve done?!” Magellan was furious, his face red with rage.
Without a doubt, Sylvan must have stolen Shiryu of the Rain’s keys and released the Golden Lion.
“Even dying ten thousand times would not be enough to make up for your crime!” Magellan clenched his fists tightly.
He wanted nothing more than to rush over immediately and beat the calm and composed Sylvan half to death.
No matter how much he thought about it, he never would have imagined that one day, he would fall into the hands of a twelve-year-old brat.
This seemingly harmless young man had released a super pirate who made the entire world tremble.
“Sorry, but I’m afraid of dying.
Forget ten thousand times.
I don’t even want to die once.
You can have a good time playing with the Golden Lion.” After Sylvan finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the other cells.
He did not just want to release the Golden Lion.
He wanted to release every prisoner in Impel Down.
The Marines had destroyed his hometown of Ohara and forced Sylvan’s family to hide everywhere like rats crossing the street.
Now that he had caught this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he naturally had to properly repay the Marines.