The jailers' abuses were even more cruel, and they were ruthless in every attack.

The other two prisoners in the cell all had stiff smiles on their faces and looked at Smair. They were like half-bright wood, showing no sympathy, because this kind of thing was repeated almost every day, and they just hoped that these violent prisoners would not spread their nameless anger to them.

"Huh... Why has this kid been beaten for so long and not dead yet? It's so damn it!" The prison head cursed angrily, his face trembling up and down.

"Hey? Boss, look at this green-haired turtle, and it's still laughing there!" The jailer next to him immediately agreed.

"Okay, this kid is really a mess of mud. It can't be beaten to death and rubbish. Keep it up with me! I don't believe it today and I can't kill him!" The prison head rolled up his sleeves and his expression became even more ferocious.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Everyone!" A vulgar-looking jailer immediately found several iron sticks with thorns from nowhere.

At this time, Smair was almost dead due to his blow, but the uncontrollable smile was still spreading in his heart. He could only cough and smile dryly. At the same time, he felt that the power of that special area in his body was even more surging, and it turned into a vortex shape, eager to absorb the power around him.

But at this time, the jailers who were already red-eyed took the barbed iron rod and prepared to start a second round of crazy beatings on Smair.

The black shadows intertwined and flickered onto Smaler's head. Smaler was beaten to the point of bleeding, and his body was soon hit with dense blood.

It seems that the physical attacks that [Laughing] can offset are still limited after all, and cannot offset the damage caused by the thorn-edged steel stick.

Although Smael was injured this time, the jailers were still extremely shocked. They knew very well that their strength just now was enough to kill Smael, but Smael had just suffered some skin injuries and could still stand staggeringly without falling, which was really incredible.

Some jailers who were tired of fighting gradually stopped attacking, their hands hovered in the air, panting.

It was at this moment that Smier, who was covered in blood, stood up slowly with a trembling and terrifying smile on his face. The dark green hair was already confused with the sticky blood, and intertwined into a gloomy and weird color.

At this moment, Smier clearly felt that the rotating vortex in his body had finally absorbed enough power, and then the power began to spread into the tendons and blood vessels of the body through the energy vortex. In an instant, Smierton felt his body emit unprecedented vitality. This feeling made Smier's heart surging, even more excited than drinking a bucket of coffee.

At this time, a prison guard came over again.

But this time, his attack was hindered.

This time, Smier grabbed the visitor's wrist and used a little force to break the other's wrist. What's even more terrifying is that his four fingers were also embedded in the other's flesh and blood.

A hideous smile appeared on Smer's face, and the power of the devil fruit on his body surged, emitting a burning wave of air.

Although Smair could not see his current state, the prison guards around him were shocked to find that Smair's pupils became blood-red, his hair became greener, and his expression became more ferocious.

Everyone was stunned.

What's going on?

Why did this kid suddenly become a capable person?

Almost all the jailers stopped their movements. After all, they were just ordinary people. They were recruited to be poor watchdogs in this dark prison because they were still armed and had the strength among those poor ordinary people.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, they have been bullied by the strong countless times, and now they have to vent their humiliation on the even more tragic weak.

Unfortunately, this time they took a look. The green-haired boy they bullied was not just an ordinary experimental product. He actually became a capable person who could control the Smile devil fruit!

You know, it is really rare for this individual to survive the Smile Demon Fruit test!

"Let go... let go... ahhh..." The jailer with his wrists shattered.

"This... why did this guy suddenly become a capable person?" The jailer who had handed over the weapon before was stunned.

The most arrogant old man was also shocked. When he saw the shining light, he even felt that it was just his illusion. After all, everyone in the Nightmare Prison knew that the success rate of this Smile fruit was only 1%, and the remaining 70% would die suddenly after laughing wildly. Although the rest could survive, they were even more miserable. Not only did they not gain the ability and became unable to swim, but they also lost their sad and angry expressions from then on, and could only laugh all the time, even if they were very sad inside.

And all experiment losers will not be able to become normal people!

But Smier obviously changed, and it all happened too suddenly!

Could it be that one percent?

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Don't worry about him and continue to beat him!"

The prisoner looked at the others and immediately roared.

But unfortunately, except for this person, the other prisoners had almost no fighting spirit and did not dare to take action. They all rushed out of the cell with screams.

The fat man who was still holding a thorn-edged steel stick was in trouble. Before he could react, Smer had already rushed towards him, and at the same time he pounced on his big mouth with both hands, then pulled it hard, and his mouth was torn to pieces, and then kicked it in along his mouth.

In an instant, blood and flesh splattered, and the prisoner died suddenly before he could wail.

In the pool of blood, Smer picked up the thorn-edged steel stick, raised his hand without looking at it, and instantly burst the jailer behind him with a broken wrist behind him.

Everything happened too suddenly and too shocking.

The other two poor guys in the cell looked at Smal timidly, as if they were watching a devil crawling out of hell, and they trembled all over and squeezed into the depths of the corner of the wall that could no longer be squeezed.

Smer turned his head and glanced at the two weak men like ants. The fierce and cruel smile on his face made his scalp numb.

Smier ignored them and continued to laugh wildly, chasing the arrogant prison guards just now.

Soon, a shrill scream echoed in the corridor.

After easily slaughtering these prisoners, Smier realized more deeply about the gap between capable people and ordinary people.

In the world, after a person devours the devil fruit, his speed, strength, and spirit will be greatly improved. It is like sharpening a sharp edge for a knife without a blade.

Smier stepped in a pool of blood, looking around, an indescribable excitement penetrated into every pore.
Chapter completed!