One Piece: Nobody knows Devil Fruits better than me.

Chapter 29 You'd better go all out, or you'll die!
"How could this fellow recognize me?"

Mr.2, a transvestite named Fon Clay, couldn't understand how the person in front of him had seen through his identity.

Even though his appearance and voice transformed by the 'Imitation Fruit' are perfect, and he has never made a mistake in the past.

But obviously, that doesn't matter.

Even if their identities are exposed.

His kicking skills remained unwavering.

"The so-called path of the human-demon is a path that is steadfast despite knowing the difficulties—the Human-Demon Fist Technique: The Magnificent Swan Dance!"

The legs, clad in ballet shoes, tore through the air, kicking straight toward Chenlong's head with a sharp whistling sound!

But at this moment, Chenlong was clearly not nervous.

He didn't even get up from the recliner; his left hand was still holding his last glass of cola.

He casually raised his right hand, his index finger lifting slightly upwards.

"Buzz!"

Then, Funker immediately noticed the sudden drop in temperature around him!
Just as his toes were less than half a foot away from Chenlong's mask.

A massive ice wall suddenly solidified, lying between the two.

"boom!"

A dull, massive impact resounded throughout the hall as Feng Kelei's foot slammed hard against the ice wall.

then
"It's so cold. No, no, no. It hurts so much. No, no, no, that's not right either—it's too hard!"

To Foncrae's astonishment, when he used his well-trained and proud kicking skills—enough to shatter a boulder with a single kick—on the ice wall, it remained completely still.

It didn't even crack, let alone shatter.

On the contrary, Feng Kelei's leg suddenly felt a sharp pain, which was caused by the cold and freezing air.

At the same time, he could see streaks of ice spreading from his legs toward his body.

"Hey! Isn't your ability to control rainfall?"

Foncray's eyes widened, and then he shouted without hesitation.

"MISS. Christmas—it's almost time, isn't it? The intelligence was wrong. I'm no match for this guy. Let's attack together!"

And as his voice fell.

"Boom"

A rumbling sound began to emanate from beneath the ground, and the earth began to tremble faintly.

Then, the stone slabs on the once peaceful ground of the South Hall suddenly shattered.

Along with the cracked floorboards, several deep, dark holes could be clearly seen beneath the ground, which had appeared at some unknown time.

"Oh?"

Chenlong raised an eyebrow, as if he had noticed something.

But at that moment, a round figure emerged from one of the holes in the ground.

It was a fat man wielding a huge baseball bat, and beside him was a peculiar creature that resembled both a gun and a dachshund.

Baroque Works, Mr. 4 'Bebu' and his pet 'Lasu', a musket that ate the Dog-Dog Fruit and the Dachshund Fruit.

"Lasu".

At that moment, Mr. 4 was speaking slowly.

"Ready to launch."

Then, the dachshund beside him, Gunrasu, slowly raised its head.

Beb picked up the huge bat and then made a swinging motion.

"Four hundred books, attack fiercely!"

He whispered the name of his move.

That's right—this is their exhilarating combo, with 'Rasu' spitting out the striking object while he carries out the ranged attack.

But
Chenlong: "."

Feng Kelei: "."

Looking at the slow movements of the master and the pet, Bon Clay's expression was somewhat absurd.

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't the time for comedy. Who can you hit with such slow movements? I'm about to be frozen solid!"

He looked at the ice that had spread up to his thighs and said loudly.

"Of course it can hit!"

"Because your defeat, Mr. 2—was all part of my meticulously planned scheme!"

A sinister voice came from behind.

Then, from another hole, a tuft of hair resembling the number '3' emerged—notably, the tip of the hair had a fuse, from which flames were rising.

Along with him, a man with thick lips and glasses also poked his head out.

At this moment, his hands had turned into pure white wax.

MR.3, Galdino, the user of the Candle-Candle Fruit.

The clumps of wax were attached to his arm on one side, and on the other side...
"Ok?"

Chenlong suddenly nodded with interest.

Because at that moment, he saw that white wax had begun to emerge from the ground beneath his feet, binding his feet tightly.

"When you suffered your crushing defeat, I already asked Miss Christmas to dig a hole in the ground beneath this guy's feet."

Gardino said smugly to Foncray, "We have to thank you for drawing his attention—MR.4, make your move!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Bebu and the dachshund 'Rasu', who had been slowly preparing for a long time, finally got ready.

Then Rasu opened his mouth and spat out four wooden boxes.

And Bebe finally swung his bat.

"boom!"

The immense power of its massive body instantly shattered the four wooden boxes, and the contents of those boxes flew rapidly toward Chenlong.

In the blink of an eye, the four objects completely bound Chenlong's hands and feet.

Those were clearly four handcuffs and leg irons.

“These are specially crafted naval artifacts, handcuffs and shackles inlaid with sea stone, plus my ‘candle’—this guy can’t escape now.”

Gardino laughed wildly.

As he spoke, the white candles enveloped Chenlong more and more tightly.

then
"Hahaha—I'll help too!"

Accompanied by exaggerated laughter, a woman holding a parasol descended from the sky.

"Hey, wait a minute, Miss Valentine's Day, I'm still here!"

But at this moment, Feng Kelei shouted in panic—the extending ice block was still connected to his leg, so even though Chenlong had been sealed by the candle, he still couldn't get away.

But clearly, the woman codenamed Miss Valentine, who had eaten the Float Fruit, ignored him.

"boom!"

The immense weight instantly slammed the dragon, which was wrapped in candles, along with Feng Kelei, into the ground.

Then followed closely behind
"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Three more figures suddenly flew out of the cave.

They were a black man with an afro and sunglasses—the user of the Blast-Blast Fruit, Mr. 5 'Jem'; and a sexy blue-haired woman in a leather jacket—the user of the Thorn-Thorn Fruit, Miss. Two-Fingers 'Sara'.

And the last one—a muscular man with a monk's head, a user of the Slash-Slash Fruit, Mr. 1 'Daz Bones'.

At that moment, all three attacked simultaneously.

Miss's hair instantly transformed into sharp thorns, and countless spikes pierced through Chenlong in an instant.

MR.1's hands transformed into sharp blades, silently slicing through Chenlong's body.

"Hey! You've stabbed me! Aren't we colleagues? Aren't we friends?"

Amidst the constant piercing and slashing, Bon Clay twisted his body, shouting as he dodged.

Until a certain moment, Mr. 1's slash happened to sever the ice block connecting his leg to Chenlong, and he fell to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

"You guys."

But before he could complain, he saw that the two agents who had been frantically slashing and piercing the dragon had already retreated, and that Mr. 5 with the afro had ripped out a hair from his head.

Then, Feng Kelei's expression changed drastically.

He immediately turned and leaped backward, and then...
"boom!"

A violent explosion, triggered by MR.5, has already occurred.

The massive explosion instantly created huge plumes of dust and flames, shaking the entire South Palace.

"boom!"

Once again thrown to the ground by the explosion, Funker could no longer bear it.

"You lot just want to kill me, don't you? You're just jealous of my beauty, aren't you?"

He said angrily, then pointed at Mr. 3 Galdino: "Especially you, Galdino—you just wanted to kill me and become Mr. 2 yourself, didn't you?"

"Tch, nothing happened? — Oh, I mean, how could this happen?"

"I heard the first half of your sentence, I heard it all!"

Foncrat said unhappily, "But no matter what you do, it's useless—I'll be the one to take care of this guy this time, and I absolutely won't let you become Mr. 2!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Gardino was clearly unconvinced.

"How come you got the top credit?"

He smoothed his hair.

"Whether it was your feint attack, our approach to him from underground, the Seastone handcuffs that restrained his abilities, or the subsequent attack, this artful plan was all my idea—no matter what, I should take the credit, right?"

"No, no, no, the credit clearly goes to me."

At that moment, a short, stout woman emerged from beneath the ground—her hands were clad in enormous mole-claw gloves.

Miss. Christmas is a user of the Mole-Mole Fruit.

“If I hadn’t dug the tunnel, none of you would have been able to get close to him, let alone kill him so easily.”

"it's me."

"It was clearly me."

It's me.

"Wang Wang!"

Meanwhile, the other assassins at Baroque Works were arguing amongst themselves.

".What's wrong?"

Miss., however, looked at her calm and indifferent partner, Mr. 1, and asked softly.

At this moment, Mr. 1 did not interrupt the other people's argument—he was already the top-ranked assassin, and he didn't care about being the first to make any progress.

At this moment, he simply looked at the huge plumes of smoke and flames caused by the explosion and said softly, "MR.0's orders are to kill him at all costs to ensure the smooth progress of the plan."

"I am waiting to confirm the death of the mission target."

He knew very well how much the mysterious Baroque Studio president, MR.0, valued this mission—the number of people who came here was proof of that.

Apart from Miss Goldenweek, almost all of Baroque Works' elites came—and Miss Goldenweek didn't come simply because she was a little girl and not suited for long-range assassinations.

"Don't worry, he's definitely dead."

Miss Doublefinger, however, felt her partner was being too cautious: "I stabbed him at least a hundred times, you almost shredded his body, and with an explosion like that, no one could have survived."

She spoke languidly, then glanced at the increasingly noisy area outside the hall: "But the guards will probably be back soon after the explosion."

She was clearly planning to leave.

"We will evacuate after confirming the other party's death."

MR.1 remained unmoved.

Miss. Shuangzhifen sighed helplessly, "You really are..."

She paused abruptly at this point.

In fact, the other assassins from Baroque Works also paused for a moment.

At that moment, all the assassins from Baroque Works felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

No, to be precise—the word "如" in "如坠冰窖" is not accurate.

"It's so cold."

"What do you mean, 'cold'? Are you out of your mind? — It's hot, no, it's burning hot!"

The surrounding environment seemed to be constantly changing.

The air seemed to turn frigid, but the earth turned a deep red and scorching hot.

At this moment, heat and cold seemed to begin to intertwine.

then
"Da!" "Da!" "Da!"

The sound of footsteps came.

Each footstep seemed to pound on their hearts.

then
"It turns out there wasn't just one, but, well, there were eight in total."

"really not bad."

They all heard that joyful sound.

As the sound rang out, someone emerged from the smoke and dust.

Just moments later, they saw the dragon head mask.

And then there was Chenlong, who casually tossed aside the sea stone shackles he was wearing and walked out unharmed.

"How can it be"

Thus, these four words became the shared thought of almost everyone present.

Their attack clearly hit him.

They had clearly put sea stone handcuffs on him.

Everything was perfectly fine.

But it was clear that Chenlong had no interest in their ideas.

"I have to tell you—you ruined my last Coke, so now..."

He looked at the people at Baroque Workshop, and his words finally carried a dangerous undertone.

"I'm a little angry."

"You'd better go all out, or you'll die."

(End of this chapter)