Chapter 276: Despicable and shameless! Killing intent from the same camp?

"That guy!"

"Strength... so strong!"

Locke's pupils shrank slightly, his face carrying a look of wariness.

Although both were the Logia Smoke-Smoke Fruit, and it was highly likely to be the same Devil Fruit, the performance of this fruit's power in Smoker's hands compared to the hands of the unknown powerhouse before him was clearly not in the same league.

Even!

Completely crushing!

It was like a faint candlelight versus the sun's fire hanging in the sky; both were essentially combustion light-heat reactions.

But...

Can these two powers be equated?

One!

Can't even break through the skin's defense, and a few drops of water could almost extinguish it.

One!

Even if steel bones rushed into it, they wouldn't even reach the core before being burned and melted into molten iron by the thousands-of-degrees heat on the periphery; bathing in the sea could even evaporate countless amounts of seawater in an instant.

Staging a mythical disaster of the great sun bathing in the sea.

And this guy's view on the Smoke-Smoke Fruit's ability undoubtedly had this tendency.

Not from the Navy.

But one of the high-end combat powers of the World Government.

God Valley! Army General!

Mo Ansi!

Having stayed in God Valley to guard it, he was over seventy years old, yet his beard was unexpectedly still black-gray. He had developed both body techniques and fruit powers extremely deeply, and was a solid Emperor-level combatant.

Unlike the fragile attack power of the Smoke-Smoke Fruit in Smoker's hands.

The smoke in his hands, relying on its influence on the air and his own top-tier fine manipulation ability, interfered with the material composition in the air, forcing the smoke to fuse with certain substances in the air to form the weapons he wanted to use.

Inert gas fused with smoke to form a pitch-black long saber, which did not react with other substances and had extremely high wear resistance, making it a powerful weapon that was difficult to break.

High-concentration oxygen fused with smoke to form a red straight sword; as long as he swung it hard, the high-speed friction could instantly ignite the oxygen inside, turning it into a raging fire that rushed out. The scorching flames were searing, and caught off guard, a flesh-and-blood body could be burned to ashes.

There was also high-concentration hydrogen compressed, wrapped in a thin layer of smoke on the outside; once it received a huge vibration, it could destroy the balance inside, and under the ignition of sparks, it would instantly turn into a powerful explosive attack...

Under the combination of various gases and smoke, Mo Ansi formed various effects, with endless means. Relying on the richness of gases in the air, he was like a Ditto, with surprisingly diverse means.

"Soft · Pure Wrath!"

A sudden tube of hydrogen, with power comparable to high-concentration TNT explosives, exploded abruptly on his body. Even Locke, whose physique was a monster among monsters, was somewhat overwhelmed by the explosion.

Bloodstained.

A bit torn and bleeding.

However, with his exaggerated recovery speed, he would recover soon.

"Silver Axe!!"

With the anger of being ambushed and injured.

Locke did not vent his anger on Mo Ansi in front of him. After all, since they were enemies, it was only natural for the other party to intercept and kill him. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that only he was allowed to deal with the Navy and the World Government and kill Snow, while they were not allowed to fight back and reach out to kill him. He wasn't double-standard to that brainless extent.

He was angry at Silver Axe!

At least, on the surface, Silver Axe, who was in the same camp!!

The one who had been fighting Mo Ansi all along was none other than Silver Axe, who was wearing thick armor, his face invisible, and only attacking with a brutal giant axe. In the assigned skirmish, he was the one intercepting Mo Ansi.

Possessing both strength and defense, he was relatively the most restraining against an ability user like Mo Ansi, who had diverse means but whose upper limit wasn't terrifying. By remaining unchanged to meet all changes, at least dragging him down was no problem.

And now!

Mo Ansi, who was his opponent, actually rushed toward him???

"That guy!"

Locke frowned, cold light flashing in his eyes.

In the air outside the field.

Vast smoke lingered in the air, forming a maze-like environment.

Green, purple, black, and gray, four different colors of smoke transformed and changed in the maze, as if each contained different powers. Inside the maze was Silver Axe, who had fallen into Mo Ansi's scheme and was trapped inside.

As for whether it was intentional or unintentional, only he himself knew.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Rumble!

Axe after axe, heavily hacking at the smoke, splashing vast shockwaves that made the smoke tremble. The offensive looked extremely imposing, gnashing his teeth as if he had used all his strength.

But in reality?

Was it all thunder and no rain, or was he really trying his best? Only Silver Axe himself knew.

But no matter what...

At least looking at the current situation, it would be difficult for Silver Axe to break out of the smoke maze in a short time.

Mo Ansi, the opponent who had broken free from his entanglement, was chasing Locke relentlessly, so he could only deal with it himself.

Other battlefields were all in the midst of fierce fighting, and no one could pull themselves away.

Locke and Silver Axe.

The two completely different battle results were clearly a strange sight on the battlefield.

Not giving any chance to think too much.

Seizing the time he 'finally' broke free, Mo Ansi followed Locke closely, his short figure hiding in the smoke, making it impossible to see his true body. While guarding against the fatal blows of Akame and Yoru, his offensive was also exceptionally fierce, as if he were going all out, bursting forth at any cost.

At least ten times more ferocious than when dealing with Silver Axe.

'Damn!'

'That guy is definitely throwing the match!'

Locke cursed unhappily, but the attack rushing to his front clearly left no other room.

Whether it was true or false.

Whether it was acting or a real mistake, the Mo Ansi in front of him was something that had to be dealt with; this was a fact that didn't need much thought. In any case, since he had already come up to his face to fight, it was impossible to turn back and let him go.

People fear fame, and pigs fear being fat.

The aftermath of Locke relying on his fierce reputation to make the defensive forces retreat without a fight, easily plundering and scavenging God Valley, had appeared!

While a strange peak rose.

He was also regarded as a thorn in the side by the higher-ups, treated as a target for concentrated fire.

"Esdeath!"

Locke, who was fighting with his fists, shouted in a low voice. ===== CHAPTER 278 =====