- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 133
**Chapter 133: Snatching the Sea-Prism Stone Weapon**
On the chaotic battlefield, Smoker, nicknamed “White Hunter,” stood tall with two cigars clenched in his teeth. Wielding his distinctive weapon, he relentlessly struck down pirates charging at him. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine—a foreboding sense of impending doom.
Without hesitation, Smoker activated his **Smoke-Smoke Fruit** ability, transforming his muscular body into white smoke.
A moment later, a figure tore through his mist-like form, creating a gaping hole in his dispersed body.
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“A pirate?”
Reforming above his foe, Smoker looked down at the raggedly dressed young man who had just attacked him. His mind raced, cycling through countless bounty posters, yet none matched the stranger’s face.
“Is he a newly empowered Devil Fruit user?” Smoker wondered. The punch earlier had been far too powerful—strong enough to decapitate him on the spot if it had landed.
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“Look! That pirate actually dared to challenge White Hunter!”
From afar, marines watched Fang Ye closely, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and fear.
The unfamiliar face puzzled them; without prior knowledge of his abilities, they struggled to formulate a counter-strategy.
“Is he crazy? Smoker might not be as strong as Admiral Kizaru, but he’s got the Sea-Prism Stone weapon!”
“He’s just strong physically. Smoker’s Smoke-Smoke Fruit will neutralize him easily. After all the marines he’s killed, Smoker won’t let him go!”
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High above, Fleet Admiral Sengoku observed the unfolding scene with a steady gaze.
“That unknown pirate abandoned his opportunity to pressure Borsalino and instead went after Smoker?” Sengoku’s brow furrowed as he tried to piece together the pirate’s motive.
“This was no ordinary ambush. The Whitebeard Pirates’ strategic evasion of our outer defenses, coupled with this unexpected powerhouse, suggests meticulous planning. Even their Devil Fruits are being deployed strategically…”
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Meanwhile, Admiral Akainu, seated calmly in his designated position, watched the battle intently. His gaze lingered on the towering figure of Whitebeard on the **Moby Dick**, who remained motionless amidst the chaos.
“My opponent isn’t some nameless pirate,” Akainu muttered, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk.
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Back on the battlefield, Smoker, having narrowly avoided the ambush, launched his counterattack.
Two smoke-like hands extended rapidly from his transformed body, reaching for Fang Ye.
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Fang Ye didn’t move to dodge. His **Crisis Sense** gave no warning—this attack posed no danger.
Though Smoker was formidable, a top-tier officer within the Navy, he was no match for Fang Ye, whose strength rivaled that of an admiral.
This battle was already decided.
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The smoke wrapped around Fang Ye’s limbs, seemingly trapping him.
“You’ve got guts, kid, but you’ll regret this!” Smoker growled, his face materializing from the swirling smoke, his cigars trailing streams of smoke in the air.
Fang Ye smirked, his expression disarmingly casual. “Been waiting for you, Smoke Man.”
Smoker hesitated, caught off guard by Fang Ye’s unnerving confidence. For a fleeting moment, an image of a familiar straw hat-wearing figure flashed in his mind.
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Before Smoker could react further, Fang Ye flexed his trapped arms with a sudden burst of strength, shattering the smoke’s hold. The dispersed smoke scattered, leaving Smoker momentarily stunned.
“Such raw power… Is he a Strength-Strength Fruit user?” Smoker muttered, his disbelief evident.
Fang Ye chuckled. “You tell me.” With that, he swung a punch, scattering Smoker’s smoke-like form once more.
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Smoker quickly regrouped, laughing. “You don’t even know Haki, do you? Physical attacks are useless against me!”
As he spoke, a wisp of smoke retrieved the weapon strapped to his back—a **Sea-Prism Stone jitte**.
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The Sea-Prism Stone weapon, forged from the ocean’s rarest crystal, was a bane to all Devil Fruit users.
Smoker, wielding the weapon with surprising speed and power, aimed a decisive strike at Fang Ye’s throat, intending to end the battle with one blow.
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Fang Ye didn’t flinch.
His right fist, poised at his waist, was already gathering momentum.
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“BOOM!”
Fang Ye’s punch collided with the Sea-Prism Stone weapon, creating a thunderous impact that echoed across the battlefield.
“What?!” Smoker gasped.
Despite the weapon’s legendary reputation, Fang Ye’s attack didn’t waver. The sheer force of his punch left Smoker questioning everything he knew.
“Is his strength not from a Devil Fruit… but pure physical might?!”
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Images of another man, equally terrifying, flashed through Smoker’s mind—a man revered as the **Navy’s Hero**, who had once stood against the unstoppable Rocks Pirates with nothing but his fists.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Smoker refocused. “This filthy pirate is no Garp!”
Tightening his grip on the jitte, he charged again.
“Die!”
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Smoker thrust the Sea-Prism Stone weapon downward, aiming to pierce Fang Ye.
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“Not playing anymore.”
Fang Ye’s playful demeanor faded. He sidestepped smoothly, slapping the weapon aside with his left hand.
In a blur, his right fist shot toward Smoker’s face.
“Physical attacks won’t work on me! Stop wasting your energy—”
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“CRACK!”
The punch blew Smoker’s smoky form apart, scattering him into fragments.
The Sea-Prism Stone jitte fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
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“You—” Smoker tried to speak, but his body hadn’t fully reformed.
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Fang Ye bent down, picked up the weapon, dusted it off, and slung it over his back.
“Thanks for the gift, Smoke Man,” he said with a grin.
Smoker’s fury was palpable as he struggled to reform.
“Put that down!” he bellowed, his voice shaking with rage.