Rocks Band: I have 48 Imperial Arms.

Click! Click!

The deep blue ice spread forward at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, it covered most of the isolated island.

Directly change the terrain.

Esdeath, who had been building up her power for a long time, unleashed a technique whose power even surpassed that of a Grand Marshal.

Mo Ans's pupils contracted as he felt the extreme and domineering cold in the air.

Even the seawater at the edge of the isolated island was frozen by the cold current.

"An elemental ice-ice fruit?!"

His short, stocky face instantly turned pale with shock.

"No!"

"impossible!"

"The Ice-Ice Fruit has already been allocated to the Navy, there's absolutely no way you could have it..."

Mo Ans shook his head in denial.

Unwittingly, because he was so shocked, he revealed some unexpected information to Locke.

Moans was barely able to recover from the shock.

Suddenly, it appeared before my eyes.

Within the vast, azure ice field, a new change suddenly occurred.

Click!

Click! Click!

The endless expanse of ice blocks and ice sculptures suddenly elongated, and their blurred edges became clear.

He held a gun in one hand and a shield in the other.

His body was covered in thick full-body armor, all of which was covered in extreme ice and had vicious ice spikes on it.

It gives people a very dangerous feeling.

One after another, battle-hardened ice knights emerged from the frost, forming a complete army in orderly and solemn formation. Their interconnectedness created a unified and cohesive force, a far cry from the scattered and drifting figures of the past.

"It's a power I've never seen before."

Mo Ansi's expression darkened slightly.

He had never seen that cold woman use a similar move before.

The ice knight, seemingly resurrected from the dead, attacked him with ease amidst the frost.

"Extreme Blade: Flowing Mist in a Thousand Clumps!"

A series of misty slashes erupted from the black blade. Rather than being the swordsman's strikes, they were more like an outpouring of the power of the Moans Fruit, incorporating the gathered smoke into the slashes. Every move was imbued with a fierce sword aura.

It endowed the smoke, which was originally a one-hit kill, with a chilling sharpness.

It kept washing over the Ice Knight.

Each one shattered, yet each one was reborn in the icy plains, absorbing the power of the frost.

It seemed like an unkillable monster.

and.

Mo Ansi also vaguely sensed that the opponent's underlying strength was constantly increasing.

As time passed and the ice layer continued to change, the surrounding cold air became so intense that it made him somewhat terrified.

"asshole!"

Mo Ansi looked fierce.

It's all because he was blinded by anger back then, and used up too many reserves dealing with the Silver Axe. And recently he's been too rushed, and the gas he's prepared is far from enough to fill the gap, which has inevitably made his methods somewhat rigid.

For now, I can only rely on the black blade and swordsmanship to fight my enemies.

otherwise.

At his peak, he could instantly relieve any stalemate he encountered by simply throwing out a highly compressed oxygen or a gas with extremely rapid combustion properties.

"Damn it!"

"Being plotted!"

Mo Ansi's face was gloomy, as black as charcoal.

When his reserves were exhausted, he suddenly attacked, which was definitely premeditated. He wanted to take advantage of his weakness and wipe him out.

"court death--"

"You think I'm weak and easy to bully?"

"I'll show you... what a real chasm is!"

"I'm not that idiot Snow!"

Mo Ansi's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, as sinister as a venomous snake.

Shila-

boom! !

He flung out several tubes of highly concentrated compressed gas.

The black blade slashed through the air.

The friction from the high-speed slashing caused sparks to fly directly into the air.

The concentration of the unknown gas was extremely high.

Moreover, it is extremely flammable; a mere spark can ignite it into a burning fire.

boom!

Flames shot up into the sky.

The flickering flames were particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the ice.

Moans opened his mouth and swallowed something, then continued to fight the Ice Knight while silently waiting for the flames to spread within the frost.

The temperature is extremely high.

Moreover, the flames were extremely resolute.

Even in the icy environment prepared by Esdeath, it continued to burn intensely, and the flames grew increasingly fierce, with pale blue flames gathering and shooting into the sky, somewhat resembling the flames of an engine.

Under the constraint of the smoke, the gas 320 forms a state of high pressure and high polymerization, which is suitable for combustion. The flame, which was originally over 100 degrees Celsius, was compressed and purified to over 1,000 degrees Celsius.

Moreover, it is accompanied by a very faint, almost imperceptible flavor.

The intense heat of the flames melted the ice, but also caused a slight... dizziness?

"Dizziness?!"

"Warning! The gas is poisonous!"

"The burning flames are just an illusion; the gas that guy is releasing is the key!"

Locke's expression suddenly changed.

He finally remembered why the flame looked so familiar!

This is just cooking gas!

Methane!

hydrogen!

Highly compressed gases, including methane, can burn extremely quickly, but also produce tons of toxic emissions.

This effect can only be achieved in a closed environment with high concentrations.

The frost covering the sky and the smoke billowing over the isolated island created the conditions for sealing it off without anyone noticing.

No wonder Moans suddenly swallowed something just now.

That's clearly oxygen!

Stop breathing, hold your breath and concentrate to enter internal circulation, and avoid inhaling large amounts of methane.

It seems they are using fire to melt the ice and thus negate their geographical advantage.

In reality, it allowed colorless and odorless poison gas to spread secretly.

The power is weakened subtly, achieving the effect of slowly boiling a frog in water.

Chapter 179: The Yata Mirror of the Moon!

Highly toxic gases are easily detected, but their effects are difficult to predict.

However, this colorless and odorless poison gas is extremely difficult to detect. It seems to contain some kind of special gas. Judging from Mo Ansi's wary state, even a general would find it difficult to be immune to it. It is extremely domineering.