Chapter 390: Conqueror's Haki

Chapter 390: Conqueror's Haki

(T/N: I was wrong about the guard captain on the second floor, it wasn’t Saldeath.)

As Allan and his group were on their way to the stairs leading to the fifth floor, they encountered a group of Marines in a corridor on the fourth floor. The leader of the group was a very short person.

“huh, a little kid?” commented Allan and his companions.

“I am Saldeath, the chief jailer,” the young man continued.

Mr. 2, standing next to Allan, waved his hand dismissively and said, “Hey, small fry, get out of our way. We don’t have time to waste here.”

“Damn it, don’t call me small fry!” Saldeath retorted angrily.

Although he did not like being referred to as short, the truth was that Saldeath was indeed small, and he could not argue with that fact. This made him all the easier to provoke.

Allan and his companions did not take Saldeath seriously at all, as he appeared to be no threat to them.

“Get out of the way, small fry, or we won’t be so friendly anymore,” Mr.2 said with a menacing expression, which, to be honest, was rather comical.

“How dare you mock me! I’ll catch all of you!” Saldeath shouted in anger.

Immediately, Saldeath ordered a group of jailers behind him to attack Allan and his group.

“You guys go and grab all four of them. I’ll teach them a lesson!” Saldeath said.

Mr. 1 continued, “I heard that only those with the potential to become kings can possess this type of Haki. It’s a force that can create a pressure that overwhelms and knocks people unconscious. I can’t believe you possess this kind of power. This means that you’re one of those people who have the potential to become a king.”

Allan smiled and replied, “It’s not as mystical as you make it sound.”

Mr. 1 said, “Even President Crocodile doesn’t have this kind of Haki, which just shows how amazing you are.”

As they spoke, they arrived at the staircase leading to the fifth level, but it was already blocked by a large group of prison guards and beasts.

Though these guards and beasts were just ordinary ones and not as powerful as the four they had faced before, their sheer numbers were daunting, with dozens of them blocking the way.

“It looks like we have to take care of these guys before we can get to the fifth level,” frowns Bon Clay.

“I can’t wait to leave this hellhole of a fourth level,” complains Mr. 3. “As a wax man, I can’t stand this scorching heat.”

“You think you’re the only one suffering?” retorts Mr. 1, Daz Bones, in a deep voice. “I was imprisoned on this fourth level, and I was constantly tormented by the searing heat every moment of every day. If there’s anyone who wants to leave this level the most, it’s me.”

“Then it’s your turn this time,” said Allan.

“Very well, leave it to us,” replies Mr. 2, Bon Clay, showing his willingness to fight.

Mr. 1, Mr. 2, and Mr. 3 charge towards the guards and beasts engaging them in a fierce battle. Allan stood back, taking the opportunity to regain his strength and prepare for the fight to come. He remains vigilant for any sign of other marines, as Impel Down is their territory, and they could appear at any moment.