"Nether Race General… HanFeng…"
"Pops… it looks like the appearance of the Nether Race Generals outside Impel Down this ti isn't so coincidence…"
"Still… they probably have no idea how many powerhouses are gathered inside Impel Down…"
On the deck of the Moby Dick—
Marco, with his pineapple-like hair, let his gaze shift slightly. After thinking for a mont, he spoke.
One Wushuang could perhaps still be explained as a coincidence—just awakened into this era and unfamiliar with the current state of the sea.
Or perhaps he had simply awakened on an island near Impel Down…
But once the second Nether Race General, HanFeng, appeared—
That explanation no longer held up…
Especially judging from the exchange between the two of them, the Nether Race's appearance outside Impel Down was clearly far from as simple as it seed on the surface!
Even so—
The Nether Race surely had no idea how many strong figures had gathered inside Impel Down today, right?
After all, they had only just reappeared. There was no way they could know that the World Governnt had assembled such a massive force at Impel Down today!
No matter what plan they had—
It would fail.
They might even end up being captured alive by the World Governnt!
"That's right…"
"Pops, this Nether Race is definitely plotting sothing…"
"But… to provoke Impel Down, where so many strong figures are gathered, with only two Admirals…"
"This ti, the Nether Race will probably suffer a heavy blow the mont they reappear…"
"Yeah… looks like the World Governnt is about to get its hands on quite a bit of information…"
"If the two of them flee now, they might still have a chance. But if they keep dragging this out…"
"…once the Admiral-level fighters of the CP0 division inside Impel Down react…"
"…they won't escape if several Admirals join forces!"
As Marco finished speaking, the gathered Whitebeard Pirate commanders on the deck of the Moby Dick all nodded, speculating among themselves.
Most of them believed that even with two Nether Race Generals, it would not change the final outco!
"Gurararara…"
"That Nether Race General called HanFeng… his abilities are a bit similar to that brat Kuzan's…"
"Could it be… that back four thousand years ago, there were Devil Fruits with identical powers?"
Unlike Marco and the others—
Whitebeard's attention had instead fallen on HanFeng's abilities.
Marco and the others paused slightly and shifted their focus toward HanFeng.
Only then did they realize…
Those movents that drew forth endless freezing air and frost—where was that rely "a bit similar" to Kuzan?
It was practically cut from the exact sa mold!
"Th-this… could it be…"
"He really is a second Logia Ice-Ice Fruit user?"
"How is that possible… it's identical… that cold…"
"Could Pops be right? Did identical Devil Fruits actually exist four thousand years ago?"
As they muttered—
Their mouths hung open, their minds dazed.
Especially those commanders who had encountered Kuzan at close range before—or even clashed with him briefly.
Quite a few of the Whitebeard Pirate commanders had pupils flickering with utter disbelief…
Across the sea, no two Devil Fruits with the sa ability had ever existed.
That was common knowledge known to everyone, a law no one could break!
And yet now—
That law had been shattered before their very eyes?
It completely crushed their worldview and overturned everything they thought they knew!
One division commander even tilted his head and asked Whitebeard the question that ca straight from the depths of his heart:
"Pops… are there really two Devil Fruits with the exact sa power on this sea?"
The mont he asked it, everyone's attention was drawn in.
All the commanders turned to Whitebeard, wanting an answer from their old man!
No matter when—
Their Pops was always the one who showed them the way!
"Gurararara…"
Laughing boldly, Whitebeard rested one hand behind his head and muttered indifferently:
"Who knows about sothing like that?"
"But… if there really were that many duplicate Devil Fruits, it would be impossible for not even one of them to have appeared in all this ti!"
"That Nether Race General HanFeng, and even Wushuang from earlier…"
"…the powers they use probably aren't Devil Fruit abilities at all."
"Without even eating a Devil Fruit, they can still unleash all sorts of abilities—even Logia-like powers…"
"…it seems the era four thousand years ago was even more glorious than this old man imagined…"
As he spoke, Whitebeard's gaze suddenly shifted toward Marco, his tone becoming rather certain:
"This ti, the World Governnt probably won't have such an easy ti taking down those two Nether Race Generals…"
"Hm? Abilities similar to that brat Kuzan's?"
"Looks like the Nether Race isn't entirely made up of the kind of people I like…"
Compared to Whitebeard—
After seeing HanFeng appear, Kaido rely frowned, his tone carrying obvious dissatisfaction.
As soone obsessed with raw physical combat, Kaido had never cared much for those flashy, Logia-style abilities that manipulated wind and snow…
What he admired more was the slightly weaker Wushuang's speed and explosive power!
Outside Impel Down—
At the center of the heat waves, Sakazuki's expression darkened as he coldly demanded:
"This sea is not ruled by humans—it is ruled by the World Governnt!"
"And with just the two of you Nether Race bastards…"
"…where do you get the confidence to break into a prison of the World Governnt?"
"Be careful not to drag the entire Nether Race down with you!"
"Not ruled by humans, but by the World Governnt?"
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
Wushuang threw his head back and laughed wildly, the mockery in his tone completely undisguised.
"If the Ancient King were to find out…"
"…that the sliver of hope he fought for with his life has turned into this today…"
"…I wonder if he would regret fighting so desperately four thousand years ago!"
As he spoke, the look in Wushuang's eyes gradually turned icy. His cold pupils locked onto Sakazuki, and his voice beca increasingly rigid.
"And another thing…"
"Boy, your arrogance and ignorance have truly opened this general's eyes!"
"If this general were still at peak strength, I would personally tear that mouth of yours apart…"
"…and make you witness this general's true power with your own eyes!"
"So you would understand…"
"…the terror of the Nether Race!"
"Well, well, well… what a trendously powerful monster from the Nether Race…"
The exaggerated voice and over-the-top tone belonged to Borsalino.
Even facing two Nether Race Generals, he still looked lazy as ever, continuing to make sarcastic remarks:
"Your strength… really isn't weak…"
"And this still isn't your peak? As expected…"
"…you're ridiculously strong, like so kind of monster…"
With a cold glance, HanFeng swept his eyes toward Borsalino and said indifferently:
"This ti…"
"…he isn't wrong."
"At his peak…"
"…Wushuang tearing that brat's mouth apart would be nothing worth ntioning."
"You people, who never experienced that war…"
"…how could you possibly know how terrifying that battle truly was?"
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