Chapter 119: Killing for Sport, a Great Enemy Approaches
"What a bitter fate."
Having synchronized his memories, Pirate Ren Arakawa sighed at the difficulties Naruto World Ren Arakawa was facing.
The hard part was that Uchiha Ren had temporarily escaped danger, but he still needed to search for that legendary place amidst this vast, heavy snow.
Not many people had been to Level 5.5.
Even if Luffy from the Four Emperors era was captured and forced to walk through Impel Down again, he would never be able to find the entrance to Level 5.5.
The Extreme Cold Hell was already vast, not to mention the snow severely affecting visibility.
Pirate Ren Arakawa even wondered if the entrance to Level 5.5 was hidden somewhere beneath the layers of ancient ice.
He tightened the wolf skin around his body and sneezed.
Although the heavy snow made his aimless search fruitless, it at least allowed him to escape the jailers' line of sight.
Occasionally eating a military wolf, no longer suffering from beatings, no longer enduring hunger—from another perspective, wasn't this a different kind of freedom?
But no matter what, he needed to find the location of Level 5.5.
His current strength was no match for either Shiryu of the Rain or the poison-wielding Magellan.
How to avoid the Calm Belt outside Impel Down, as well as the warships and Sea Kings, were also problems he needed to consider.
No matter how well he could fly, he couldn't just hang in the sky forever.
He didn't dare to gamble.
If his strength proved insufficient for a prison break and his flying ability was exposed, would he be thrown directly into the sunless, eternal hell?
Entering Level 5.5 would mean a supply of food and a better place to train. He would no longer be tormented and would have ample time to consolidate his abilities.
"Awooo—"
A wolf's howl woke the somewhat dazed Pirate Ren Arakawa.
He wiped his frozen snot and walked toward the direction of the howl.
After some time, a patrol of six jailers in cold-weather gear passed by.
Even wearing the protective suit, the jailer under the face mask sneezed, "Achoo!"
Wiping his nose, the jailer said, "This prisoner's vitality is incredible! To be able to walk around in the Extreme Cold Hell for so long, isn't he afraid of the cold?"
"How could he not be? According to his file, this kid doesn't even have a bounty. His actual strength is far inferior to any random prisoner in the Starvation Prison. The only reason he can last this long is that he must have a way to stay warm."
"It's a pity the surveillance Den Den Mushi can't adapt to this level's environment, otherwise..."
The men chatted as they walked, completely unaware that a figure was following them.
Snow fell like goose feathers, blurring their vision even more.
The jailer squad struggled through the icy landscape. Everyone shivered from the cold, their steps heavy.
Suddenly, the jailer in the lead seemed to sense something. His body stiffened, and his eyes stared intently at a blurry area ahead.
The other jailers also became vigilant, their expressions instantly tensing as their hands unconsciously reached for the weapons at their waists.
Gradually, a figure slowly emerged from the vast, falling snow.
As the figure became clearer, the jailers were first stunned, then recognized the person as the former Head Jailer, Shiryu of the Rain.
In an instant, their tense nerves relaxed. They all sighed in relief, their faces showing expressions as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
The jailer in the very front reacted the fastest. Eager to curry favor with his superior, he quickly pulled out a long-treasured snow cigar from his pocket. His face full of fawning smiles, he trotted forward to greet him.
He bowed slightly, respectfully offering the snow cigar to Shiryu of the Rain. "It's truly an honor to see you here, sir! Your dedication to personally patrol this area moves us deeply!"
His eyes were filled with eagerness to please, hoping to use this opportunity to leave a good impression on the former Head Jailer.
However, just as this jailer was about to pull out a lighter to light the snow cigar for Shiryu of the Rain...
A cold, cruel glint suddenly flashed in Shiryu of the Rain's seemingly calm eyes.
Before anyone could react, a cold light flashed past with a swish. The jailer only felt a sharp pain in his arm, then watched, wide-eyed, as his own arm detached from his body and flew through the air!
Fresh blood spurted like a geyser onto the pure white snow. The vivid red was starkly conspicuous against the silver-white backdrop, instantly staining the surrounding drifts.
The rumors of his cruelty and bloodlust were confirmed at this moment.
"Shiryu, Lord Shiryu! What—what did I do wrong?!"
The armless jailer fell to the ground in agony, screaming, his face deathly pale.
"Heh heh."
Shiryu needed no reason to kill.
If he really had to give a reason...
"The snow here will bury everything. Even if you die, no one will know I did it."
"Why... why would you do this?!" the dismembered jailer cried out in despair.
"Because..." Shiryu exhaled a ring of smoke, "I enjoy killing."
A cruel light gleamed in Shiryu of the Rain's eyes. His blade flashed, decapitating the armless jailer before him. His figure moved like lightning, instantly appearing before the others.
His famed sword, Raiu, danced, its cold light flashing!
One jailer fearfully raised his weapon to block, but Shiryu of the Rain merely flicked it lightly, sending the weapon flying. Then, with a backhand slash, he slit the jailer's throat. Blood spurted like a fountain, staining the snow at his feet red.
Another jailer tried to launch a sneak attack from the side. Shiryu of the Rain, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, sidestepped and, with the same motion, kicked the man in the abdomen. The jailer was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily into a tree and spitting blood. Before he could recover, Shiryu of the Rain appeared before him like a ghost and thrust his longsword directly into his chest. With a forceful twist, the jailer convulsed in agony a few times before falling silent.
Other jailers tried to flee, but in this icy, snowy land, how could they possibly outrun Shiryu of the Rain?
With a few leaps, Shiryu caught up to a fleeing jailer. He swung his sword from behind, severing both of the man's legs. The jailer fell with a miserable cry, but Shiryu of the Rain showed no pity. His longsword descended, ending the man's pained screams.
In a short while, six jailers lay scattered haphazardly in the snow, their blood staining the surrounding white drifts into a crimson Asura field.
Shiryu of the Rain stood amidst the carnage, his face showing no trace of guilt or pity, but rather a twisted satisfaction.
Suddenly, Shiryu of the Rain seemed to sense something. He abruptly whipped his head around and looked into the distance.
His face instantly bloomed into a smile even more intense than when he had just been slaughtering the jailers. It was a smile full of anticipation and excitement.
Immediately after, he ran rapidly and without hesitation in that direction, his steps hurried as if some peerless treasure awaited him there. He left behind a scene of carnage, a desolate snowy landscape, and six cold corpses.
Some time passed.
Shiryu of the Rain stopped in his tracks.
He used his sword to dig in the snow, unearthing a few pieces of cold, charred wood.
He looked ahead and strode forward like a meteor.
The smile on his face grew even wider.
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