Ivankov's heart skipped a beat as he noticed something off about Katakuri's gaze.
But this was Impel Down—if they wasted any time, no one would be able to escape!
He was just about to say something when he suddenly realized Katakuri's figure had vanished from sight.
The next moment, Katakuri had appeared before them with such speed that it was impossible to track.
His trident shot forward with a fierce assault, aimed directly at Ivankov!
Before the tip of the trident even reached him, the sharp gust of wind lifted the lace edges of Ivankov's pink cape, as if tugged by an invisible hand.
The mold stains on the walls were scraped into powder by the airflow, drifting down in a flurry.
"Hmph! Consider this the interest!"
"What?!"
Ivankov's eyes abruptly contracted, filled with shock and vigilance.
Katakuri's sudden attack was like a bolt of black lightning, catching him completely off guard.
While rapidly retreating, Ivankov also struck back with a furious shout.
"DEATH WINK!"
In an instant, two shockwaves, each three meters in diameter, erupted from his pupils, carrying an overwhelming force.
Where the shockwaves passed, the bricks on the ground were torn apart as if by immense power, fracturing radially and sending clouds of dust into the air.
The chain-hung iron chandelier on the corridor ceiling was even more vulnerable, shattered into fine powder.
Countless fragments rained down like a storm, crackling loudly.
However, Katakuri had already predicted the trajectory of this attack with his superior Observation Haki.
As he leaned backward, his toes lightly tapped the wall, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Though the touch seemed gentle, it caused the entire stone wall to collapse with a thunderous crash, sending rubble flying.
His figure transformed into a mochi-like fluid amidst the swirling dust, moving like a phantom as he swiftly teleported through the cracks to Ivankov's left side.
"Mochi Mochi Thrust!" Katakuri's low, icy voice rang out.
His right arm abruptly swelled, instantly morphing into hundreds of spiral spikes.
These mochi tendrils emitted a sharp, buzzing sound like a swarm of bees as they pierced through the air.
Each tip was coated with black Armament Haki, capable of piercing through anything at any moment.
"Okama Kenpo! Explosive Swan Waltz!"
Seeing the danger, Bon Clay quickly leaped into the air, his ballet kicks executed with grace and elegance, attempting to intercept Katakuri's attack.
However, the moment his toes touched the surface of the mochi, it triggered a series of explosions.
His ballet shoes were instantly tightly wrapped in sticky mochi paste, and the tremendous impact sent him hurling violently toward the ceiling.
His back shattered concrete chunks mixed with rusted iron, which hailed down, pocking the ground with small craters.
"He took down Bon Clay in an instant... He's completely looking down on us!"
Mr. 3's pupils contracted sharply, his face full of astonishment and frustration.
He clearly muttered to himself about Katakuri's terrifying strength.
Then, his hands wriggled frantically as his Devil Fruit ability instantly erupted.
Within a thousandth of a second, a wall of wax rapidly formed, with crystalline beeswax constructing a barrier ten meters high in the corridor.
The surface of the barrier shimmered with a brilliance like Diamond, exuding a cold aura.
"Wax Wall!"
"Pathetic. You can't stop me."
Katakuri's voice dripped with disdain.
The mochi thrusts sliced through the wax wall as easily as a hot knife through butter.
Due to the high-speed friction, his hands even burst into roaring flames.
Under this fearsome assault, the wax wall instantly melted into a honeycomb of holes.
The penetrating tendrils, their momentum unabated, shot forth like arrows from a bow, pinning Mr. 3 firmly into the pantry twenty meters away.
Mr. 3 crashed into the giant soup pot, sending scalding pumpkin porridge splashing everywhere.
Steam mixed with wax liquid etched charred black trenches into the ground, filling the air with a pungent odor.
"Dammit! Charge!"
Five of Ivankov's subordinates, seeing the opportunity, flanked Katakuri from both sides in an attempt to surround him.
However, before their blades could even leave their sheaths, they faced a devastating assault.
Katakuri swept his trident with his left hand, the blade releasing a circular shockwave like a hurricane that sent floor tiles flying across the entire corridor.
The swords of the prisoners on the left were shattered into iron dust under the terrifying shockwave, scattering like falling snow; the mechanical arm of the burly man on the right twisted into a corkscrew shape, its gears still grinding as they embedded into the wall, emitting an ear-grating screech.
The walls began to crumble under the impact of the shockwave, exposing the tangled steel reinforcements within, resembling the skeleton of a skinned beast—utterly menacing.
"Thats so scary! I can't die here! I must escape!"
Buggy's red cape flapped violently in the intense shockwave as he stared in bewilderment, quickly retreating along the wall.
However, while backing away, his fragmented right arm accidentally touched the residual mochi slime left by Katakuri.
The seemingly ordinary gelatinous substance suddenly activated, emitting scorching heat that charred his sleeve with sizzling smoke.
Buggy immediately activated his Devil Fruit ability, his split torso shooting like a cannonball to shatter a fire hydrant.
High-pressure water burst forth like a wild stallion, collapsing the already precarious load-bearing column and bringing the entire ceiling crashing down.
Yet, at the critical moment when it was about to crush everyone, Katakuri caught it firmly with a giant mochi hand and completely unmoving.
"HELLWINK!"
Ivankov unleashed his ultimate technique, its immense power vaporizing the remaining ceiling.
The shockwave formed a vacuum vortex in the narrow space, violently sucking in the surrounding air with a sharp whistling sound.
Prison cell doors within fifty meters on both sides of the corridor exploded simultaneously, their iron bars twisting into abstract sculptures of various shapes.
"Your attack—I saw it coming long ago."
Katakuri's voice was icy cold.
His Observation Haki could foresee the future, making Ivankov's assault utterly useless against him.
Especially an attack devoid of Haki—it wasn't even strong enough to tickle him.
He leaped ahead to the vortex's blind spot, his landing shattering the ground into a deep crater.
Methane gas surging from the fissures was ignited by his Haki, instantly transforming into ten fiery serpents that coiled menacingly toward his opponent.
"Mochi Mochi Bind!" Katakuri plunged his arms into the ground, and the entire corridor seemed enchanted, suddenly transforming into a milky-white mochi swamp.
Ivankov's high heels sank into it, a saccharification reaction causing metal heels to sprout coral-like crystals, firmly anchoring him in place.
Countless thorny tentacles rose from the swamp, coiling around the okamas like agile snakes, tightly wrapping them into cocoons.
Armament Haki patterns surfaced on each cocoon, and with a gentle constriction, they carved half-meter-deep indentations into the walls, showcasing the terrifying strength of this binding.
"It's over."
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