Chapter 89 Sneak attack! (Ch 89)

Six floors underground, above a wide corridor.
The dull sound of fists and feet colliding, mixed with the “crisp and pleasant” sound of iron chains swinging, continued to echo inside and outside every cell around.
Without being able to use their devil fruit abilities or most of their strength, the two of them were almost constantly competing in physical skills.
“Water Breathing, Type 2, Waterwheel!”
Imagining his entire right arm as a blade and using his breathing technique to full effect, Wheeler once again attacked the prisoner named Marcus.
Seeing the “wave” coming towards him, Marcus turned sideways and dodged Wheeler’s attack by a hair’s breadth, and at the same time, he threw a rising dragon punch straight at Wheeler’s jaw.
The arms shackled with seastone were immediately brought together and blocked in front of his chin.
Boom!
There was another muffled sound.
The two men then kicked forward at the same time, hitting each other in the abdomen.
“Oh shit……”
With a muffled groan, Marcus bent down and supported himself on the ground with one hand.
Wheeler also knelt on one knee on the ground, his forehead covered with sweat.
Up to this point in the battle, both sides obviously understood clearly that the other side could use Observation Haki.
“Boy, I admit that I underestimated you just now.” Marcus said at this time.
“I admit that I overestimated you just now.” Upon hearing this, Wheeler immediately retorted to the other party.
For a guy who actively came to pick a fight with him, if he had his sword with him and his abilities were limited, he would have already used all his “ultimate moves” and tried to see if he could end the opponent’s life at the first possible moment.
“Your words are really unpleasant.”
Marcus stood up again and clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound.
“I don’t know if you will be able to speak again after tonight.”
Collector Marcus, bounty of 280 million berries.
Before being imprisoned in the deep sea prison, his favorite thing to do was to cut off human limbs, dig out eyes, cut off tongues, and make them into “human stick”-style specimens for collection.
The means were so cruel that the navy who were responsible for arresting him wanted to try him on the spot.
At this moment, after fighting with Wheeler for a long time and failing to defeat him, Marcus immediately felt like killing him.
As for the prisoners killing each other, will Magellan be held accountable?
He would have to stay in this Push City for the rest of his life anyway, and there was no way he could escape, so what else did he have to worry about?
The worst that can happen is death.
Even if it means death, it is better than being locked up in a cell and eating stale porridge every day.
Oh, and every week I get a piece of hard bread…
As for Wheeler, he was more curious than anything else about why he had never seen this guy in the Blackbeard Pirates.
Could it be that in the original book, when Blackbeard came to the sixth underground floor to rescue people, he only picked some people to leave with him?
I was wondering in my mind.
Boom!
Marcus’s fist also followed at this moment.
He raised his hands to block again, and feeling his hands beginning to go numb, Willer immediately grabbed Marcus’ wrist, expending his own strength and casting a spell.
“Six-petal Exploding Flame Flower!”
boom–!
Large flames rose up, illuminating the originally dark corridor with an extremely bright light.
It was not affected by the seastone shackles. On the contrary, after being released many times during this period of time, the power of fire was even more violent and powerful than at the beginning.
At the same time.
“ah?”
Not only the two betting duo squatting on the roadside to watch the show, but also the prisoners on the sixth underground floor who were crouching at the door of the cell and watching the battle through the gaps in the railings were all caught in surprise or confusion.
“What’s going on?”
“How did he create fire out of thin air?”
“Could it be that the seastone shackles on his hands and feet…are all fake?”
Discussions began to arise.
Seeing that Marcus was caught off guard and suffered varying degrees of burns on half of his body, the word “racial talent” popped up in many people’s minds.
Yes, apart from racial talent, there seems to be no other explanation.
“No wonder this guy was locked up on our floor.”
“It turns out he’s a gifted monster…”
The other side.
“It seems like I won.”
The man who made the bet picked up the two loaves of bread on the ground and said with a smile.
“Really? Not necessarily.”
Diemei reached out and stopped the man from trying to take the bread.
The words fell.
“Damn… little devil!”
Marcus tore off the prison uniform that still had flames on it, and pounced on Wheeler like a cheetah.
“Water Breathing, Type 4, Wave of Strike!”
The swordless attack came like a tidal wave, continuously falling on Marcus’ body.
However, as if he had lost his sense of pain, Marcus completely ignored his injuries and endured Weller’s attacks. Every time he was slashed, he would immediately return a punch.
It seemed that he wanted to use an injury-for-injury strategy, relying on his strong physical fitness to wear down Wheeler, the seemingly “fragile” boy.
“I’m going crazy…”
The man who made the bet shook his head when he saw this.
If you lose your mind in this situation, the consequences are probably self-evident.
Thinking this in his heart, the man was already certain that Marcus would lose, and he calmly put the bread into his arms.
And at the same time.
Diemei, who had just been squatting beside the man watching the show, now took out a sharp stone spike from somewhere and quietly came behind Weller in the dark.
He held the knife in his backhand, stared at the vital points, and when Wheeler staggered after being knocked back by Marcus’ punch, he stabbed Wheeler in the back of the head.
Who will… in the next second?
A wine jug flew out from the next cell and hit Diemie right on the wrist holding the blade.
In an instant, the blade and the wine jug flew up into the sky.
The wine was spilled everywhere.
Weller, who was concentrating on the duel with Marcus, finally noticed Diemie standing behind him.
Taking advantage of the situation, he released flames again, igniting the spilled wine in the air.
When the entire sixth underground floor was illuminated by flames, at the end of the corridor, dozens of jailers holding tridents, led by Hannibal, quickly rushed to the source of the incident.
…
The scene switches to a cell in the corner of the sixth floor.
A man wearing a military cap and a prison guard uniform lit up the cigar in his mouth when he saw this, and then revealed a very strange smile.