The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 322 Testing

Sengoku looked at the criminals who should have been locked up on the sixth floor of Impel Down with a solemn expression. They were now brazenly present here. He thought to himself that Magellan was probably in grave danger over there.

With Fire Fist Ace also managing to escape, the Navy and the World Government have really lost face. If word gets out, their prestige will definitely suffer a huge blow.

In any case, we must never allow these vicious criminals to reappear on the sea, continuing to commit evil deeds and disrupt world order.

As Sengoku was thinking this, preparing to stop them, he discovered that Wes was much faster than him.

"Gravity 10 times!" Wes shouted softly, instantly unleashing his ability.

A powerful gravitational force enveloped the members of the Blackbeard Pirates, pressing them all to the ground, rendering them completely immobile.

In particular, San Juan Wolf's massive body was pinned firmly to the ice, unable to muster even the slightest strength to struggle.

Wes, on the other hand, stood calmly on San Juan Wolf's shoulder, looking down at the people below with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Who are you??" The prisoners, who had just been released from jail, obviously did not recognize Wes, the newly risen Yonko, and asked loudly with puzzled and wary expressions.

"It's you??" Blackbeard Teach recognized Wes at a glance, a hint of surprise and apprehension flashing in his eyes. After all, Wes's reputation was quite well-known on this sea.

"Hahaha~, the new Four Emperors are going to make a move against me too??" Blackbeard tried to remain calm, shouting loudly, attempting to use laughter to cover up his inner unease.

"The Four Emperors??"

Upon hearing this title, the other crew members gasped in shock, their faces showing signs of tension.

"Watch out, this guy single-handedly defeated the Big Mom Pirates."

Lafayette quickly reminded him, knowing full well how formidable Wes was and that the man before him was no easy opponent.

"The middle-aged woman has been defeated??"

Upon hearing this, the crowd gasped in surprise once more, their wariness of Wes growing even stronger, secretly thinking that he was truly an extraordinary figure!

"This guy seems hostile towards us."

Poison Q muttered to himself.

They could all clearly feel Wes's unfriendly gaze; they had been treated like prey by Wes.

In fact, Wes did have his eye on these people. In his view, they were all good experimental subjects, especially the black beard.

Blackbeard's special physique—he doesn't need to sleep, his body is different from ordinary people, and he can even eat two Devil Fruits, and maybe even more—filled Wes with curiosity, and he really wanted to study him carefully.

Having decided to take action, Wes naturally wouldn't hold back.

He stretched out his finger and slowly wrote a character in the air that resembled a flame.

As he waved his finger, the surrounding fire elements began to gather rapidly, and soon a dazzling sphere appeared before everyone's eyes.

The sphere emitted intense heat, causing the surrounding ice to melt rapidly and the temperature to rise sharply.

"Hot! Hot!" The black-bearded man couldn't stand the high temperature and rolled around on the ground dramatically, looking quite disheveled.

Although his Dark-Dark Fruit belongs to the Logia type, it has unique characteristics. Unlike other Logia-type fruits, it cannot become immune to external damage through elemental transformation. Instead, it absorbs damage. Therefore, facing this scorching high temperature, Blackbeard was really struggling to cope.

"If the captain doesn't intervene soon, we're going to be roasted alive."

Burgess shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of anxiety.

"Dark acupoints!"

Blackbeard gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate move.

Black light began to spread from his hand, gradually engulfing the golden sphere, attempting to eliminate the scorching threat.

"Well done, Captain!!"

Seeing that Blackbeard had successfully averted the crisis, the crew members praised him.

However, Blackbeard paid no heed to these compliments. He knew very well that what seemed like a simple action had actually taken a great toll on his physical strength.

However, this must not be revealed, otherwise, if his subordinates notice his weakness, they will not trust him as much as they do now.

So, he forced a confident air and laughed loudly, "Ha ha ha~, nothing special!!"

He tried to make his subordinates think that he could easily handle Wes.

The black-bearded man's little scheme didn't escape Wes's notice at all. Wes thought to himself, "A bluff."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

This guy is clearly putting on a brave face; he's just trying to maintain his so-called authority in front of his subordinates.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the scene of Blackbeard resolving the crisis, something strange happened.

Suddenly, the body of San Juan Wolf beneath Wes' feet began to shrink uncontrollably and rapidly.

In just a few seconds, the once enormous San Juan Wolf was reduced to the size of a doll, and Wes calmly reached out and easily grabbed it in his hand.

"What kind of ability is it exactly?"

This bizarre scene immediately heightened the vigilance of the Blackbeard Pirates. Everyone stared wide-eyed at Wes, wondering what kind of Devil Fruit he had eaten.

"Hmph~" Shiryu snorted coldly, gripping the famous sword "Thunderstorm" tightly in his hand.

In his view, no matter how powerful the enemy was, as long as he had a knife in his hand, he believed he could cut them in two with his superb swordsmanship.

This is the powerful confidence he possesses as a swordsman.

Immediately afterwards, Shiryu's body vanished from the spot in an instant, moving so fast that it seemed to transform into a streak of light.

When he reappeared, he had already silently arrived behind Wes. Without the slightest hesitation, Shiryu suddenly unleashed a slash.

His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, as if he could already see Wes being bisected at the waist by his sharp blade, and then struggling in agony.

The incredibly sharp sword "Thunderstorm" sliced ​​Wes in two without any resistance; however, the expected scene of blood splattering did not occur.

Before Shiliu could react, everything went black, and the last thing he saw was Wes's faint smile.

He then completely lost consciousness and collapsed limply to the ground, the "Thunderstorm" sword slipping from his grasp and falling to the side.

(End of this chapter)