White smoke descended from the sky, as if countless weaved white snakes were surging towards the ground. On the ground was a string of black afterimages, as if they were teleporting, pulling out dozens of pitch-black human figures. The terrifying threads pierced into the smoke with equal harshness, producing a "tss tss" sound.
The formless white smoke was dispersed by the whirlwind caused by the black threads, and the condensed white snakes rushed in front of him. Yarlin tapped his foot, causing a black shadow to flicker. His right hand suddenly swung down to the side, and a few of the white snakes coiling around him were chopped off. Their heads were chopped off, and they exploded into a cloud of white smoke. Very quickly, they condensed again and bit towards him like gangrene attached to the bone.
Bang!
Three deep marks appeared where Yarlin was standing just now. Inserted deep into the deep marks were sharp thorns. Smoker's figure emerged from the smoke, and his trident brought up wet black mud.
Immediately, Yarlin tapped his foot on the ground and soared into the air. He stretched out his arms and pounced towards Smoker with a fierce wind.
The smoke distorted, and a fist scraped against Yarlin's right hand. Smoker sneered, and with a shake of his other wrist, the trident pierced through the air like lightning. The interception of the black threads was easily shredded into dregs, and shot back into Yarlin's palm as if electrocuted.
Yarlin's face was slightly stunned. In an instant, he saw waves of smoke surging under Smoker's feet, and his speed suddenly increased by several times, causing his vision to become a little blurry.
Bang!
A powerful force swept over from his right hand, and before the sound of collision could fade, Smoker disappeared from his original position. Yarlin's pupils shrank, and his body hurriedly leaned forward. His entire left shoulder was in intense pain, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a large mass of blood spurting out like a fountain. The boiling blood sprayed and dyed half of his cheek red.
Three bloody grooves with bones visible ran from his left shoulder all the way to his chest. His skin and flesh were split to the side as if they had been plowed. Behind the mangled flesh were his shoulder blades and ribs that were slightly cracked. It was a burning pain.
Yarlin suddenly turned around, and gently shook his shoulder. He stared at the trident in Smoker's hand with burning eyes, and said eerily, "To be able to shred my black threads so easily, this is a weapon made of Seastone!"
As he spoke, dense black lines emerged from the wound on his shoulder. As if they were living creatures, they strangely pulled and mended the cut skin and flesh. Amidst the teeth-numbing sound, the skin and flesh were forcibly pulled and mended inch by inch, stopping the blood from flowing out.
Seeing this, Smoker's face twitched, and the smile that had just surfaced on his face suddenly disappeared. Then he suddenly blinked his eyes, and saw Yarlin's skin strangely melting, like a snake shedding its skin, and also like a burning candle. His entire facial features and skin melted together and dripped to the ground. His face without facial features suddenly bulged up like dough, and once again molded into the facial features of a human face.
Silver short hair, a cold and hard face like a rock carving, and even a windshield hanging on his neck ….. those were his own facial features and appearance.
Smoker looked at the man opposite him who looked exactly like him, and an uncontrollable chill emerged in his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue, and then coldly laughed. Waves of smoke rolled up behind him, and the trident pierced towards the opposite without hesitation.
Similarly, Smoker fiercely stomped on the ground, and countless black fog surged out behind him, making a "weng weng" sound, and brazenly scratched towards Smoker's head.
Chi!
The trident pierced through Smoker's chest, and fresh blood dripped out of his body. Smoker's body exploded with a loud bang, and a white fog expanded out. His figure abruptly condensed 10 metres away.
He lowered his head, and looked at his own chest in horror. The badly mutilated wound was incomparably sinister, and blood was gushing out.
Smoker subconsciously raised his head to look at the opposite side, and the wound on his chest was exactly the same as his opponent's. He could even feel a scorching sensation coming from his chest, and his legs suddenly became heavy and stiff. A weak reaction after suffering a heavy injury surged from his limbs to his entire body.
The opposite Smoker strolled towards him unhurriedly, blood spurting out from his chest. He didn't care, and with a strange sneer on his face, he stretched out his pitch-black claws and brazenly pierced towards Smoker's eyeballs.
"Illusion! It's all an illusion! "
Smoker felt a terrifying numbness on his scalp, and a dense chill ran down his spine, as if there was a cold living creature crawling on his back. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, and at the last moment when his fingertips touched his body, his entire body turned into white fog and dissipated. The terrifying white fog instantly covered the entire mountaintop, and the dense smoke and dust even squeezed out the pouring rain within a radius of 100 metres.
In the middle of the fog, Smoker walked out unscathed. His eyes were still bloodshot from fear, and he stared at the red spider silk that covered his limbs with an ugly expression. Those spider silk seemed to be real, but also like illusory shackles. At least when he turned into fog and condensed again, those red threads were still wrapped around his body.
The stiffness in his limbs subsided a little, but there was still a lingering feeling of dullness. Smoker stretched out his hand and pulled down a palm-sized red spider from his back. On the back of the red spider was a strange crying and smiling face, giving him a creepy feeling.
"What the hell is this?!"
Once Smoker thought of such a sinister living creature lying on his back, goosebumps unnaturally appeared on his skin. He abruptly closed his palm and crushed the Crimson Disaster Spider into pieces. Then, the spider silk that was wrapped around his limbs suddenly broke off one by one, and gradually disappeared into the air.
Smoker gritted his teeth and looked at the blurry figure shrouded in the fog. He looked as if he had seen a ghost when he saw a crimson spider lying on Yarlin's shoulder, and it was making some kind of baby-like cry from its mouth. That spider was obviously crushed by him.
"Is that thing alive or not? Or is it some kind of use of the Devil Fruit's ability? "Smoker felt that Yarlin's method was a little strange.
"Wuwuwuwu …."
Yarlin could feel the Crimson Disaster Spider's anger, as if it was complaining that it was crushed by someone. He glanced indifferently at the Disaster Spider, and the patterns on its back seemed to have dimmed a little. His eyes shone with a strange black light, and the Crimson Disaster Spider's cries stopped and disappeared from his shoulder.
Yarlin narrowed his eyes. The muscle activity and bone hardness values on his retina were jumping rapidly at the same time, and the Absorption Points that were waiting to be allocated were leaking like the tide from a broken dam. The first thing that came was a numbing sensation on his shoulder, followed by the crisp sound of popping beans from the bones in his body. Then, a magma-like heat flowed through his body, and his body suddenly grew a head taller. The steaming heat seemed to outline a pitch-black silhouette on his back, and forcefully separated the fog from him.
"Second round!"
The cold voice pierced through the fog and into Smoker's ears!
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