Finger-From!

The interior of the Oxhead Battleship is very spacious, capable of accommodating 800 people, so its training rooms are not much smaller than those of a typical gymnasium.

At this moment, the warship was heading to Alabasta. Apart from the navy personnel who needed to carry out various missions, there were a couple hundred people gathered in the training room, all there to watch the Devil Fruit battle between Captain Simpson and Captain Rabani.

Vidal used his ability to create a three-tiered platform on the sidelines, then sat down on a chair on the platform. The Combine-Combine Fruit was placed on the wooden table in front of him, while Isoka stood obediently behind him, looking at Rabani with a nervous expression, praying for him in her heart.

On the field, Major Rogers stood between the two men, acting as the referee this time to prevent any serious injuries or fatalities.

Sitting high on the platform with his arms crossed and legs crossed, Vidal felt a strong sense of déjà vu about the scene, a scene reminiscent of a battle for the Saint Cloth.

"When are you planning to eat that Gummy-Gummy Fruit?" Vidal asked casually as he turned around before he started arguing.

"I want to wait until Rabani has fought over the Combine-Combine Fruit before we eat it together!" Isoka answered honestly.

Are you so sure he'll win?

"Simpson used to be a lieutenant directly under Teacher Sengoku, so don't underestimate him."

"No," Isoka shook her head, "I didn't underestimate Captain Simpson, but I just firmly believed that Rabani would win, because Rabani always told me to believe what I wanted to believe!"

Vidal was speechless, feeling like he'd been fed another dose of PDA, even though he knew the two weren't actually lovers, but rather more like partners.

But someone with impure thoughts like him truly doesn't believe in such pure friendship between men and women, let alone those flowery platitudes.

He just wouldn't believe it!

"Simpson, are you ready?" It seemed like everyone below was almost there when Major Rogers' voice came through.

"Yes!"

Simpson looked down at the knuckle dusters on his hands, a gift from Vidal— wooden knuckle dusters that were tougher than steel but lighter.

"Rabani, and you?"

"Reporting, Major, all ready!" Captain Rabani nodded emphatically, stretching his muscles as he did so. He had already taken off his shirt, leaving only a white vest.

"Alright, let's begin!" Rogers didn't waste any more words. After speaking, he instantly teleported to the sidelines, but Captain Simpson also moved with him.

"I won't hold back, Rabani!" Simpson roared, his long shadow trailing behind him as he pounced like a wolf.

"Shadow of the Dancing Leaf?" Major Rogers immediately recognized his movement technique.

Simpson's speed wasn't invisible to the naked eye, but he covered the short distance of about ten meters in almost two breaths. At the same time, his right knuckles tore through the air and slammed into the target with a loud whooshing sound.

"Wolf Fang!!"

Seeing such a fierce attack, Rabani showed no intention of dodging. He didn't move and directly thrust out his right finger.

Shigan!

This is the very first round; we have to take it no matter what, and also get a sense of the relative strengths of both sides.

[Clang--]

The moment the wooden knuckle duster touched the fleshy finger, it produced a clanging sound, like a high-speed bullet hitting steel!

[Clang!]

After exchanging greetings, the two Captains immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Their figures clashed, their fists and fingers striking each other repeatedly. Although it was far less impressive and powerful than the previous battle between Vidal and Dewitt, it was perhaps more exciting for the hundreds of marines watching from the sidelines.

After all, even if they watched the latter's battle, they wouldn't see anything, let alone understand what was happening.

The fight between Simpson and Rabani was much more relatable. Although it also involved numerous afterimages and constant clanging of metal, this level of performance was considered normal in this world.

"Good heavens, he's actually turned Shigan into a passive skill?"

Seeing that Rabani was going toe-to-toe with Simpson's brass knuckles using only his two fingers, Vidal suddenly realized that he hadn't been paying enough attention to his subordinates. He had basically only been concerned about Rogers, Vincent, Comil.

It now seems that these lower-ranking officers are also working hard in silence, climbing the ranks step by step!

Like Rabani, he knew his talent was limited, so he focused on one thing and wanted to master Shigan to the highest level he could reach.

"It seems the Combine-Combine Fruit isn't suitable for him." Vidal thought to himself as he watched the battle unfold. Since he had already considered them as trusted subordinates, he should naturally give them more consideration.

Giving Rabani a Combine-Combine Fruit wouldn't seem to improve his finger skills much; it would be better to give him a suitable Zoan Devil Fruit. After all, he already has dozens of Devil Fruits, most of which are Zoan.

However, if Rabani really wins, this needs to be discussed with the other party. If they are unwilling, then the only option is to give him the Combine-Combine Fruit, since it was something he personally promised.

Vidal was well aware of the consequences of breaking his promise as a superior officer.

The fierce battle in the arena continued. Judging from their calm and composed demeanor, they could probably fight for half a day without any problems. However, after fifteen minutes, Vidal realized that the two had run out of tricks, and the seemingly intense battle had become boring for him.

That makes sense. Although he's Captain at headquarters level, which is equivalent to Colonel at the base commander level anywhere Four Blues, that's about it. How much stronger can he be?

More than an hour later, Vidal's attention was no longer on them; he was so bored.

He glanced at the marines around him and found that they were watching with great interest. Some of the more outgoing ones were even gesturing with their hands, appearing very excited.

Because they knew that as long as they practiced the Konoha Style Body Technique diligently, they would eventually reach that level. At least the existence of the Shadow of the Dancing Leaf ensured that there wouldn't be a significant difference in their speed.

In battles between lower-level players, as long as you're fast, being slightly weaker in strength doesn't matter.

"Commodore! Rabani is about to use his ultimate move!"

Just then, Isoka leaned over from behind and gave a reminder, which woke Vidal, who was about to doze off, and he squinted at the field.

They've been fighting for almost two hours now. Both of their clothes are badly torn, and they're covered in bruises. Rabani's lip is bleeding, clearly from being hit with a brass knuckle.

He then distanced himself from Simpson, took a silver coin from his pocket, gently placed it on his right thumb, and then supported his right hand with his left hand, aiming forward.

This scene not only surprised everyone present, but also piqued Vidal's interest.

What is he trying to do?

Hey, this scene looks familiar, I think I've seen it somewhere before. Just as he was subconsciously pondering this, Rabani made his move!

"Commodore, this is a special move that Rabani mentioned to us a few years ago, and which we've only recently begun to master," Isoka proudly, raising his voice.

"Finger-From!"

By the way, how do you translate the "Finger-From" move into Chinese? The animation translation team called it "Flick of the Finger-From," but I think that sounds too awkward. Does anyone have a better translation than the animation team?