The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Shiryu of the Rain had killed countless people and seen countless madmen in his life, but he had never seen such an arrogant guy who didn't take him seriously at all.

Even when he confronted Director Magellan back then, it was based on his strength. But this short, dark-skinned man peeking out from the hole in the ceiling was completely ignoring Magellan with his eyes and tone.

It was as if he, the former warden of Impel Down and now a favorite of the Celestial Dragons, was no different from a roadside stone.

Bucky's subordinates really don't even bother to pretend; the target is Douglas Barrett, and the Five Elders won't allow this major threat to be rescued.

Just then, a huge head with heavy makeup and an exaggerated hairstyle peeked out from the edge of the hole. It was none other than Ivankov, the transvestite king. He immediately spotted Shiryu below, who was radiating murderous intent.

The moment their eyes met, Ivankov's heart skipped a beat. He immediately shrank back like a startled turtle, deciding to leave this kind of trouble to the Pakistani cadres.

The black sperm had already landed lightly on the cold ground of the sixth floor, no more than a hundred meters away from Shiryu. He looked up at the tall Shiryu and asked directly, "Hey, big guy, do you know which cage Barrett is in?"

Shiliu's smile became even more sinister: "Of course I know. I still remember the smell of blood in his cell clearly with my knife."

"I'll take you to see him right away..."

With a crisp clang, Shiryu's figure blurred instantly as a condensed, blood-red slash, swift as lightning, tore through the air and struck the black sperm head-on without any fancy moves.

Faced with this powerful blow that could cut through steel, the black sperm neither dodged nor evaded, but just stood there dumbly.

The slash struck the black sperm squarely, splitting his body vertically in two.

"Is that all you've got..." Shiryu's face showed a hint of disdain. He had thought that someone who could break through to the sixth level would be a tough opponent, but he didn't expect him to be so easily defeated. He habitually flicked his sword and prepared to sheath it.

Suddenly his movements froze, because the corpse that had been split in two did not fall and bleed, but instead began to writhe like living liquid. In the blink of an eye, two identical, intact black sperm appeared in the same spot.

The two black sperm glanced at each other, then simultaneously turned to Shiliu and complained in identical tones:

"What an rude guy, suddenly pulling out a knife."

"It's just asking someone, why are you so grumpy!"

Shiryu's pupils contracted sharply, and the contempt on his face was instantly replaced by solemnity and surprise. "Split"?

He refused to believe it. Shiryu's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he activated his Observation Haki to the fullest extent. His figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared like a ghost in front of the two black sperm.

The demonic sword in his hand was already drawn, its blade as black as ink, wrapped with the highest level of Armament Haki. He refused to believe that Armament Haki couldn't harm a Devil Fruit user.

There were no fancy sword techniques, only the simplest, most extreme speed and sharpness. Shiryu's arm turned into a blur, and the demon sword drew countless deadly black trajectories in the air, like a meat grinder, instantly engulfing the two black sperm.

The muffled sounds of flesh being cut rang out repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, the black sperm's body was sliced ​​into countless pieces.

The fragments scattered like black raindrops, even severing the sturdy railings nearby. Several prisoners who couldn't dodge in time were caught in the crossfire and instantly dismembered.

Having done all this, Shiryu stood firmly on his three-meter-tall frame, the demon sword in his hand still emitting an ominous red light. But his face showed an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

His demonic sword, Thunderstorm, which had drunk countless blood, was completely unstained by blood, even though it had already struck the black sperm's true form.

Shiryu of the Rain's fierce slash, imbued with top-tier Armament Haki, did indeed slice the black sperm into countless fragments. Instead of eliminating the enemy, it was as if he had stirred up a giant hornet's nest.

Under Shiryu's horrified gaze, the scattered black fragments seemed to possess an independent life and consciousness, rapidly wriggling, expanding, and deforming!

In the blink of an eye, one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, countless tiny black sperm, like gushing black spring water, instantly covered the surrounding environment.

The once spacious passageway was now almost completely filled with these chattering, noisy little black dwarfs. Each of them looked exactly the same and had a resentful expression, surrounding the tall Shiliu in layers.

"Go to hell!"

"Keeping you around is pointless!"

"How dare he cut us! Beat him up!"

Without any strategy or tactics, it was simply a pure human wave tactic. Thousands of black sperm waved their tiny fists, like a destructive black tide, surging towards Shiliu at the center.

While the power of a single split entity may not be strong, the combined power and impact of thousands of equally strong individuals launching an attack simultaneously is devastating.

"Damn it!" Shiryu's expression changed drastically as he roared, and the demon sword in his hand once again transformed into a whirlwind of deathly light.

As the blade flashed, swathes of black sperm were shattered and sent flying. Shiryu's swordsmanship was indeed unparalleled; each strike cleared an entire area.

However, it's all meaningless!

As soon as he cleared the area in front of him, the black tide behind him immediately filled in, slicing up a hundred on the left and a thousand on the right.

As long as the protein isn't completely depleted, these clones are impossible to kill off completely. Those that are chopped up will quickly split again after landing and rejoin the battle.

Despite Shiryu's attempts to protect his body with his sword, countless punches rained down on his back, legs, and arms from the relentless, relentless barrage of punches.

Although a single punch may not be very powerful, the accumulated impact and pain are real; it really hurts!

He had already been hit countless times, and the excruciating pain and frustration drove Shiliu almost mad. He realized that if he continued to be surrounded like this, he would eventually be worn down to death by this endless sea of ​​black people.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Shiryu roared and unleashed a powerful burst of domineering energy, temporarily repelling the densest black tide around him. He stomped his foot and retreated rapidly, creating distance to catch his breath.

While most of the black sperm were besieging Shiliu, another group of black sperm did not participate in the attack. They scattered like well-trained worker ants, their short legs carrying them as they chattered as they began to inspect each cell.

Barrett wasn't in the visible sixth-level cell; he must have been hidden by Shiryu.