CH 7 Prison Break Prelude

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Following this, the four jailers exited the cell, leaving Chen Fan alone with the towering figure that dwarfed even Barrick, the man he had previously defeated. This newcomer stood at a staggering height of more than five meters, with his head nearly brushing against the cell's ceiling.

What struck Chen Fan even more was the fact that the handcuffs restraining this giant man were not made of Hailou stone. This indicated that the man was not a Devil Fruit user or, at the very least, not a conventional one.

"Kid, why are you staring at me like that? Are you looking for trouble?" The giant man noticed Chen Fan's intense gaze and responded with a menacing expression.

Hearing this, Chen Fan's previously calm demeanor morphed into one of determination. There was no way he would let this formidable opponent live.

The other pirates in the adjacent cells seemed to be relishing the unfolding spectacle. Having spent over a year in this cell, they were well aware that this seemingly harmless youth was a fierce and formidable fighter. Anyone who entered this cell was met with swift, merciless, and precise attacks, often targeting their weakest points or existing injuries.

At this moment, the other pirates eagerly anticipated Chen Fan's confrontation with the new giant.

Despite his young age, Chen Fan was already one meter seventy centimeters tall, an impressive height for a fourteen-year-old. However, in this world, his stature appeared diminutive, and his boyish appearance only added to the perception of his youth.

"Kid, out there, I'm a notorious sea outlaw with a bounty of 300 million Berries. Keep staring at me like that, and I'll gouge your eyes out," declared Mond, the towering man, with a fierce expression.

Chen Fan responded with a sly smirk. In the next moment, his body vanished from view, and in an instant, he reappeared, his fist hurtling like a cannonball toward Mond's face.

Taken by surprise, Mond, the pirate with a three hundred million Berries bounty, hastily extended his right arm to block the incoming punch, moving his massive frame a step backward to deflect the attack. He managed to intercept the punch, but not without experiencing a sharp pain in his right arm. He hadn't anticipated that this seemingly unassuming youth possessed not only ruthlessness but also considerable power.

Undeterred, Chen Fan continued his relentless assault, launching a barrage of punches. Each blow rained down on Mond, who was defenseless due to his shackles and weakened condition from previous injuries.

Mond refrained from using excessive force, mindful that the spikes on his handcuffs could pierce his wrists and ankles if he applied too much strength. He could only endure Chen Fan's unyielding assault.

Chen Fan's relentless barrage also included a powerful whip-like kick delivered with his right foot, which landed heavily on Mond's head.

Bound by his restraints, Mond had no means to defend himself and could only watch helplessly as the devastating kick connected with his head, creating a resounding impact.

As Mond's head spun from the blow, he collapsed against the cell wall, his face contorted with anger as he glared at Chen Fan, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"Kid, you're asking for a death wish," Mond declared, channeling a formidable force into his fist and launching it towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's expression remained unyielding, devoid of fear. He concentrated all the strength in his body into his fist, delivering a powerful counterpunch. The collision of their fists produced a thunderous boom, forcing both combatants several steps backward.

Mond's anger intensified as he found himself evenly matched with a teenager. He privately admitted that, had he not been restrained by handcuffs, he wouldn't have held back his strength.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, reveled in the thrill of this bloodthirsty brawl. The primal, fist-to-flesh combat was what he yearned for.

In the next moment, Chen Fan vanished once again, his body reappearing instantly. The small and large figures continued to clash within the cell, their movements accompanied by the scent of blood.

Chen Fan's right leg lashed out like a whip towards Mond's body, while simultaneously, Mond's fist, resembling a massive boulder, struck Chen Fan's abdomen. Their fists met flesh, and the two figures fought like wild beasts, using every ounce of their strength.

At this moment, Mond's earlier arrogance had completely vanished, replaced by a grave seriousness. He realized that, in his current state, restrained by chains and with his injuries, he had no choice but to fight with all his might to survive.

Mond continued to assault Chen Fan with his fists, drawing on his vast combat skills, though his injuries and restraints hindered him from unleashing his full potential. The spikes on his handcuffs posed a constant threat, urging him to carefully control his strength.

Furthermore, his injuries had yet to fully heal, causing Mond's physical condition to deteriorate rapidly.

He soon found himself panting heavily, with the speed of his punches diminishing. Meanwhile, Chen Fan, though fatigued, remained in better physical shape.

Chen Fan observed Mond's deteriorating condition. While his own strength was waning, he still outperformed Mond.

The relentless storm of Chen Fan's punches left Mond with no opportunity to catch his breath. Bound by his restraints, Mond struggled to fend off Chen Fan's attacks.

With time passing, after more than ten minutes of combat, Mond's injuries worsened, compounded by his attempts to control his strength and his consistent use of Haki. His physical stamina plummeted.

From initially offering resistance and counterattacks, Mond now found himself merely fending off Chen Fan's attacks, with some strikes landing successfully. His once defiant spirit was now replaced by desperation.

The resounding impact sent Mond's head spinning, and he staggered back, crashing heavily into the cell wall. His face contorted with anger as he locked eyes with Chen Fan, his gaze brimming with murderous intent.

"Boy, you're asking for a death wish," Mond growled, summoning a powerful force into his clenched fist and launching it towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's expression remained unwavering, devoid of fear. He channeled every ounce of his strength into his own fist and met Mond's attack head-on. Their fists collided like boulders, producing a deafening boom that reverberated through the cell. Both combatants were forced several steps backward by the sheer force of the collision.

Mond seethed with anger, unable to accept that he was evenly matched with a young teenager. He silently acknowledged that, had he not been bound by handcuffs, he wouldn't have hesitated to unleash his full strength.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, relished the intensity of the battle. This primal, fist-to-flesh confrontation was what he had longed for.

In the next moment, Chen Fan's body disappeared once more, reappearing instantaneously. The small and large figures continued their relentless clash within the confines of the cell, with bloodshed as their only constant.

Chen Fan's right leg lashed out like a whip, targeting Mond's body. Simultaneously, Mond's fist, resembling a colossal boulder, struck Chen Fan's abdomen. The two figures battled like wild beasts, their fists colliding with flesh, as they employed every available means to gain an advantage.

Mond, in his current state, had lost all sense of arrogance and was now fully focused on the fight. Bound by his chains, he could only endure Chen Fan's relentless assault. His injuries and the threat of the handcuff spikes prevented him from exerting his full strength.

Chen Fan continued his assault, not relenting for a moment, while Mond, aware of the danger posed by the spikes, carefully controlled his strength. His injuries had yet to heal completely, and this further hindered his physical condition.

Gradually, Mond's fatigue became evident. The speed of his punches began to slow down, and he found himself panting heavily. In contrast, Chen Fan, while also experiencing fatigue, was in much better physical shape.

Chen Fan noticed Mond's declining condition and took full advantage of it. He persisted with his relentless storm of punches, giving Mond no respite.

Mond, with his imposing appearance, still managed to evade some of Chen Fan's attacks despite his restraints. His specialized handcuffs prevented him from using Haki and armed color domineering during the fight, leaving Chen Fan with a fighting chance.

As time passed, after more than ten minutes of intense combat, Mond's injuries worsened. The continuous use of Haki and his efforts to control his strength took a toll on his physical endurance.

Mond's fists, once formidable, began to slow down. Chen Fan, though fatigued, maintained an upper hand in the battle. The storm of fists from Chen Fan showed no sign of abating, leaving Mond with no opportunity to recover.

Mond's face was a mess of blood from the continuous assault, and his body bore numerous wounds. Chen Fan, like a relentless, bloodthirsty warrior, showed no intention of stopping.

Chen Fan's powerful punches struck Mond's head repeatedly, leaving him with a sense of despair and frustration. His vision blurred, his strength exhausted, and pain wracking his body.

Mond gradually realized that he had been defeated by this seemingly unassuming young fighter. There was a growing sense that he might not survive this ordeal.

"Lao Tzu refuses to accept this! If we were outside, a kid like you wouldn't last three moves against me!" Mond cried out, his voice filled with unwillingness and frustration, as he struggled to rise to his feet.

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