Logia users weren't invincible.
At least—not against someone like Shiliew.
Haki was the natural enemy of all Devil Fruit users.
But the instant Shiliew raised his blade Raindrop, something felt… wrong.
He looked down.
At some point—he had no idea when—several clumps of white clay had wrapped themselves around the blood-red edge of Raindrop.
The clay expanded rapidly, as if breeding on its own.
In just a heartbeat, the pristine, deadly blade of Raindrop was swallowed up beneath a thick, ugly sheath of white mud…
Turning one of the most gorgeous sabers in Impel Down into a ridiculous white fire-poker.
Shiliew completely lost the familiar weight and balance of his weapon.
Ian's combat instincts weren't bad.
He knew very well—
For any swordsman, no matter the rank, strength lived in the blade.
Seal the sword, and the swordsman's power would crash straight off a cliff.
After all, it's not like the sea was crawling with weirdos capable of "No-Sword-Style Grandmaster," right?
While Shiliew had drawn his blade to kill, Ian had quietly flicked several bits of clay onto the weapon.
Judging by the results, it worked beautifully.
With Raindrop temporarily sealed, Ian dashed in.
Soru!
His four-star Soru exploded with lightning-quick acceleration, propelling him right in front of Shiliew.
But Shiliew was still Impel Down's Deputy Warden—his reactions were razor sharp.
Seeing Ian rush in, Shiliew gave up on peeling off the clay.
He simply swung the ridiculous white mud-club as if it were still a razor-sharp saber.
The attack whistled down.
Kami-e!
Ian sensed every shift in the air as Shiliew's strike fell. His clay-transformed body rippled like water.
Shiliew's "mud-club" smashed straight into Ian's head.
SPLAT!
Half of Ian's skull blew apart in a spray of white clay droplets.
But at the very same moment—
BANG!
Ian's clay fist slammed into Shiliew's abdomen for a second time, sending the Deputy Warden flying.
"—gh!"
The soft flesh of Shiliew's stomach couldn't handle repeated heavy blows.
A cough escaped him as a thread of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth.
Once could've been an accident.
But twice?
The nearby guards stared wide-eyed as Shiliew was blasted away again.
"Deputy Warden… got knocked back?"
"The Chief Guard is so strong! He's actually pushing the Deputy Warden!"
"Is the prison about to change owners!?"
Hidden among the crowd, Hannyabal quietly slipped away.
He couldn't tell whether Ian was the monster, or Shiliew was simply holding back.
But a brawl between the Deputy Warden and the newly assigned Chief Guard—
in front of everyone?
That was a disaster.
Hannyabal sent out an emergency order.
"Someone! Go to Level Four and call Magellan!!"
Neither fighter cared about the alarmed murmurs around them.
Shiliew wiped the blood from his lip. Minor injuries didn't matter to him.
What annoyed him far more was Ian's head—already re-forming itself, smooth and intact.
"Tch."
Not gathering Armament Haki in time meant his attacks had no real effect…
His eyes flicked to Raindrop.
After that last exchange, even more clay had piled onto it.
At this point, even releasing the hilt might not be possible.
The clay wasn't just wrapped around the saber—it was fused onto his entire right hand.
His arm now resembled a gigantic, mutated white club.
Can't let this mud spread any further…
That thought flashed through Shiliew's mind.
Without hesitation, he let Haki erupt.
Black Armament surged up from deep within him, coating his entire right arm from the inside out.
It swallowed the saber and the clay sheathing it.
Moments ago, it had been a white club.
Now it was a black club.
Armament Haki could strike a Logia user's true body—but it couldn't nullify powers like Seastone did.
And as for physical clay manufactured by the Clay-Clay Fruit,
Haki couldn't erase it at all—
only suppress further growth.
Shiliew flexed the darkened club-arm a few times, testing the altered weapon.
"Kid."
Shiliew looked up at Ian, eyes cold, lips curling into a sinister smile.
"The game ends now."
This time, he didn't wait for Ian to close in.
Dragging that absurd black club, Shiliew charged—
and despite how ridiculous he looked, his speed was anything but slow.
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