Alan muttered to himself.
Then he lifted his foot to release Nanashaku Jitte and quickly swept upward with force, kicking out a gust of wind at the misty arm that Smoker had created.
The white mist immediately dispersed.
As if sliced by an invisible blade, the white mist serpents broke into two segments, and the mist restraining Sham and Buchi lost control, dissolving and vanishing.
"As expected, wind can disperse white mist."
Alan's mouth curved slightly, having found an answer in his mind.
Just like Crocodile's sand solidifies when it meets water and he cannot enter elementalization, Logia Devil Fruit abilities can be countered by natural elements.
And what could counter a smoke? Clearly, it was the wind.
Since that was the case… Alan pulled back, jumped away, and upon landing, grabbed a nearby table and exerted force to rip the tabletop up.
Having lost hold of Sham and Buchi and finally regaining his weapon, Nanashaku Jitte, his legs transformed into smoke and sprayed backward.
"White Launcher!!"
Smoker's eyes were fierce, the corners of his mouth clenched the cigars, and his whole body shot forward like a rocket.
Facing the rapidly approaching Smoker, Alan suddenly grinned. He raised the wooden tabletop above his head and forcefully slammed it downward!
Whoosh!
The turbulent air turned into a violent gust of wind.
Smoker raised his hand to shield his face with gritted teeth while glaring angrily at Alan.
The smoke under his feet dissipated in the raging wind, forcing him to lose momentum and crash to the ground.
But before crashing down, Smoker pressed his large hands against the floor to support himself, flipped forward, and landed steadily on his feet.
"It's still too difficult to deal with a Logia Devil Fruit user using just tricks. I need either Sea Prism Stone or seawater."
Alan touched his chin while commenting, then casually threw the wooden tabletop aside.
Smoker looked at Alan again, his expression gradually growing serious.
In a low voice, he said, "You seem to understand me, even my Devil Fruit abilities. I've been in the East Blue for so long, yet I've never heard of someone like you..."
"Speaking of which, I'm Alan, a pirate driven by my interests. Of course, my strength is not bad either."
Alan smiled casually, then suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked Smoker: "By the way, do you want to report my information to headquarters? If you do, can the initial bounty be set at 100 million Belly?"
"And, could you give me a cooler title? Damn it, I haven't even decided on a title yet."
"Black Tiger? Ghost Lion? Wait, wait, I haven't decided yet, hmmm..."
"Forget it, maybe you shouldn't report it yet."
Alan raised his hand after changing his mind.
Smoker's eyes turned icy, and his expression began to distort in anger.
"Are... you joking with me!"
A pirate bold enough to act arrogantly in front of him, by now, the grass on his grave would be higher than his Nanashaku Jitte.
"White Launcher!!"
Accompanied by a loud shout, Smoker's lower body sprayed white smoke while grabbing Nanashaku Jitte and striking it forward at Alan.
The wind whistled as the long stick cut through the resistance!
Bang!!
Alan raised his arms to block, and the gust made his black cloak flutter behind him.
The iron rod hitting his bones was still quite painful.
He tiptoed off the ground and used the momentum to retreat backward, landing lightly in front of a giant fish tank.
Alan looked up, a grin appearing on his face.
As expected, Smoker continued to pursue, his arms spraying out smoke.
"Smoke Snake!!"
The smoke condensed into a giant python, biting toward him.
Alan did not move and simply placed his right arm across his chest, letting the white mist bind his body.
When Smoker's main body arrived in front of him, Alan narrowed his eyes slightly.
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes as he violently smashed his right arm backward!
Bang!!
A punch shattered the giant fish tank, and water mixed with glass shards surged out violently!
Smoker's pupils widened sharply.
"Damn it!!"
Whoosh!!
The massive water crashed down, drenching Alan and Smoker!
Smoker's body was washed by the water, forcing him to cease elementalization.
At the same time, a feeling of weakness spread through his limbs, and he quickly collapsed powerlessly on the ground.
Alan squatted slightly, steadying himself as the water flowed past him.
Once the water spread around, he stepped toward Smoker, who lay on the ground, half-submerged in seawater.
Alan looked down at him with contempt.
"Logia Devil Fruit users aren't invincible. You rely too much on your Devil Fruit ability, Smoker."
"You... Bastard!"
Smoker gritted his teeth while glaring angrily at Alan.
He had never imagined falling to a pirate in this way.
Yet what met him was Alan's fist, as solid as iron.
Bang!!
Alan raised his right arm, smashing a hook punch violently into Smoker's face.
"Puwah!"
Smoker spewed blood, his face ashen, in excruciating pain.
Alan showed no mercy. Swinging both arms, he continued to smash punch after punch into Smoker's face!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Captain Smoker!!"
Tashigi shouted in panic and anger, wanting to rush forward.
But Sham and Buchi blocked her again. Unable to break through, she could only watch as Smoker was mercilessly beaten.
At this moment, a large group of chefs wearing aprons and tall hats suddenly charged from the kitchen.
"That's enough! Stop already!"
"How are we supposed to do business if you keep this up!"
"Which bastard dares to cause trouble here!"
The chefs brandished weapons and surrounded them menacingly.
Seeing this, Tashigi panicked. This restaurant looked like a bandit den.
Sham and Buchi raised their eyebrows, showing the gleaming cat claws while casting a questioning glance at Alan.
But Alan raised a hand, signaling them to retreat.
Standing opposite the chefs would hinder his actions. Fighting Smoker was a forced counterattack; fighting the chefs would go against his purpose here.
Alan knew his limits.
At this time, an old man stepped out from the group of chefs. His beard was braided into two plaits, and a wooden stick was attached to his broken leg.
Zeff crossed his arms while speaking in a deep voice: "This restaurant is not a place for you to fight. Those who came to eat may stay. Anyone here to cause trouble, get out! Don't blame us if we're not polite!"