The beatings of the jailers were even more brutal, and each attack was merciless.

The other two prisoners in the cell all looked at Smael with stiff smiles on their faces, as if they were half-straight corrugated logs, showing no sympathy, for this was repeated almost every day, and they only hoped that the raging jailers would not spread their nameless anger to them.

"Whew...... Why has it been fighting for so long, this kid hasn't died yet? What a fucking resistance! The cell boss scolded angrily, his face trembling up and down.

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

"Wow, this kid is a fucking mess of mud, you can't beat it to death, you can't rub it, keep it on, guy! Lao Tzu can't kill him if he doesn't believe it today! The cell boss rolled up his sleeves, and his expression became even more hideous.

"Yes, yes, yes, guy! Everybody, guys! A lewd-looking jailer immediately found several bars of steel covered with spikes out of nowhere.

At this time, Smal was beaten to the point of dying, but the uncontrollable smile was still spreading in his heart, he could only cough and laugh dryly, at the same time, he felt that the power in that special area of his body was even more surging, and it turned into a vortex, desperately absorbing the power around him.

At this time, the red-eyed jailers took over the barbed iron rods and prepared to begin the second round of frantic beating of Smael.

The black shadows crisscrossed and fell on Smail's head in a flickering manner, and Smer was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding, and his body was quickly hit with dense blood holes.

It seems that [Wild Laughter] is still limited in the amount of physical attacks that can be counteracted, and it can't counteract the damage dealt by the Spike Rod.

Although Smail was injured this time, the jailers were still extremely shocked, they knew very well that their strength just now was enough to kill Smail, but Smer was now only suffering some skin injuries, and he could still stand staggeringly without falling, which was really incredible.

Some of the tired jailers gradually stopped attacking, their hands hovering in mid-air, panting.

At this moment, the blood-stained Smaer slowly stood up, the smile on his face had become hideous and terrifying, and the dark green messy hair had been mixed with the viscous blood, intertwined into an eerie color.

At this moment, Smal clearly sensed that the swirling vortex in his body had finally absorbed enough power, and then this power began to spread through the energy vortex to the muscles and veins of his body, and in an instant, Smail suddenly felt that his body was glowing with unprecedented vitality, this feeling made Smail's heart surge, more excited than drinking a barrel of coffee.

At this point, a jailer called again.

This time, however, his attack was thwarted.

This time, Smaer grabbed the wrist of the comer, only with a slight force, and even broke the opponent's wrist at once, and what was even more terrifying was that his four fingers were also embedded in the other party's flesh and blood.

A hideous smile spread across Smail's face, and the power of the Devil Fruit on his body was surging, emitting a scorching wave of aura.

Although Smail could not see his current state, the jailers around him were shocked to find that Smail's eyes had turned blood-red, his hair had become greener, and his expression was becoming more and more hideous.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Why did this kid suddenly become a capable person?

Almost all the jailers stopped moving, after all, they were just ordinary people, and it was only because they had some strength among those poor ordinary people that they were recruited to be poor watchdogs in this dark prison.

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

It's a pity that this time they looked away, and the green-haired kid they wantonly bullied was not just an ordinary experiment, he turned out to be a capable person who could control the Smile Devil Fruit!

You know, it's so rare for someone to survive the Smile Devil Fruit test!

"Let it go...... Let go...... Ahhhhh......h

"This ...... How did this guy suddenly become a capable person? The jailer who handed the weapon before was momentarily dumbfounded.

The most arrogant old man was also shocked, he saw this scorching glow and even felt that it was just his own delusion, after all, everyone in the Nightmare Prison knew that the success rate of this Smile fruit after eating it was only 1%, and the remaining 70% would die violently after laughing, and the rest of the people were able to survive, but they were even worse, not only could they not gain the ability and become unable to swim, but they also lost their sad and angry expressions, and could only laugh all the time, even if they were very sad in their hearts.

And all the failed experiments will not be able to become normal people!

But Smer had clearly changed, and it had all happened so suddenly!

Is he really the one percent?

"What are you doing in a daze? Leave him alone, keep hitting the fuck! ”

The cell boss looked at the others and immediately roared.

But unfortunately, except for this person, the other jailers almost had no fighting spirit, and they all rushed out of the cell with shouts and screams.

And the fat man who was still holding the barbed steel rod and was about to do it was miserable, before he could react, Smaer had already pounced on him, and at the same time broke his big mouth with both hands, and then pulled violently, his mouth was directly torn apart, and then kicked it down his mouth.

In an instant, flesh and blood were splattered, and the cell boss died violently on the spot before he could wail.

In the pool of blood, Smal picked up the barbed steel rod and raised his hand without looking, instantly shooting the jailer behind him with a broken wrist to the head.

It all happened so suddenly, and it was too shocking.

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

Smal turned his head to look at the two ant-like weaklings, and the fierce and cruel smile on his face made his scalp tingle.

Ignoring them, Smaer continued to laugh maniacally, and pursued the arrogant jailers just now.

In a short time, a terrible scream echoed in the corridor.

After slaughtering these jailers with ease, Smael became more aware of the gap between the capable and the ordinary.

In the world, after a person devours a Devil Fruit, his speed, strength, and spirit will be greatly improved. It's like sharpening a knife without a blade.

Smal stepped in a pool of blood and looked around, an indescribable excitement seeping into every pore.

He slowly walked through a glass curtain wall, and saw his red and bright blood pupils from the reflected light and shadow, and the cruel smile on his face was especially strong......