Chapter 372: Walking toward death with a mistake!

Cursed Poison Demon!

Erupt!

The power of the cursed poison, deep into his bone marrow, instantly erupted within his body.

The uncontrollable loss of life made Mo Ansi's wrinkled face fill with hideous panic.

Only when truly facing this bizarre power.

Could one know how terrifying the conceptual curse contained within the cursed blade really was.

Mo Ansi, who had originally harbored a few remnants of luck, was soon left with only terror—the terror of watching his life flow away rapidly while being powerless to stop it.

The torment of suffering was second only to watching oneself step into death with no way out.

"I... hate this..."

His withered throat roared and screamed with all its might, like the harsh, unpleasant sound of a crow, very much like two pieces of rough stone rubbing together; unspeakable unwillingness flowed from his wide-open eyes.

Unfortunately...

No matter what, he could not block the power of the cursed poison.

Even!

Because he was already much older than Snow.

He, who already showed signs of old age on his face, lasted even shorter under the cursed poison than the middle-aged Snow.

Soon...

The loss of life reached its end.

Boom!

His short, sturdy body fell heavily to the ground.

Army Admiral!

Ten Thousand Smokes: Mo Ansi!

Completely lost the strength to struggle!

"You... how could you... how could you know where I was..."

"Last time... last time... I had dodged it all..."

Mo Ansi stared with wide eyes.

His round eyes were filled with unwilling indignation.

He had clearly gone deep into the fog to hide; how could he still be locked onto and aimed at? Even Observation Haki couldn't penetrate this smoke that had been permeated by his own power; how could he be instantly seen through?

"Just lucky."

Locke's faint words fell, but they forcibly provoked his last breath.

"No... impossible!"

"Absolutely... absolutely! Impossible!"

If it were just luck, wouldn't that mean he really deserved to die?

The probability of locking onto his position in the vast white fog was, if not almost zero, then as small as dust, and at such a time, to also erupt with a fatal blow to hit him...

How lucky would one have to be?

But if it wasn't luck, how else could it be explained? The smoke forest he could only release after his Fruit Awakening couldn't even be seen through by Observation Haki, and it was a power even the Commander-in-Chief had praised.

"Pretext..."

"It's definitely a pretext..."

The desperate wail turned into a low self-mutter. With his life force drained by the cursed poison, he no longer had the strength to scream; these intermittent whispers were his final echoes.

Even at the last moment of death, Mo Ansi still stared with wide eyes, unwilling to the extreme.

After excluding all impossibilities, the remaining answer, no matter how incredible, was the glaring truth.

Although he had already imagined this answer in his heart, on the surface, he was stubborn to the point of refusing to admit it even in death.

His arms went limp.

The last bit of life force disappeared completely.

Mo Ansi! Dead!

—— ### CHAPTER 374