Chapter 647
Chen Fan smiled upon hearing the name of the fruit. "Crocodile really knows how to think," he thought. However, Chen Fan had analyzed the power he'd just witnessed from the ground; it was quite unique. Chen Fan 'd tried directly analyzing Devil Fruit, but to no avail. It seemed there were stronger rules hindering him, and more importantly, he simply didn't understand them. Fortunately, he could understand half of it after the user used it, because that half was pure matter, and half was enough.
"Mr. Shichibukai, what are you doing? Showing me how awesome you are doesn't require destroying buildings! These are the fruits of the hard work and sweat of countless laborers!" Chen Fan teased Crocodile.
Crocodile merely glanced at Chen Fan indifferently, without saying a word. Chen Fan scratched his cheek speechlessly, realizing he had perhaps provoked Chen Fan too much; the guy's eyes were filled with murderous intent. It seemed he really wanted to kill him. Well, that was that. Having roughly understood Crocodile's power, Chen Fan roughly knew how to deal with him.
"Sasha..." Crocodile's body suddenly scattered and turned into sand, merging into the ground. It had a similar effect to Chen Fan's Silent Step. No, Crocodile's move was even more ingenious. However, this move was not very effective against Chen Fan. If it were someone else, it seemed that the move was not intended to kill Chen Fan, but rather to create a battlefield more suitable for themselves.
"Whoosh... Sasha...!" A gust of wind blew by, carrying wisps of sand towards Chen Fan;
The power of the wind and the trajectory of the sand were all within Chen Fan's calculations; any deviation would be unacceptable.
Chen Fan stomped his foot on the ground, "...!"
"Boom!"
Like a bomb exploding on the sand, countless grains of sand bounced up. Taking advantage of this moment, Crocodile appeared behind Chen Fan. Now, he had almost complete control over all the sand around him, and he had deliberately manipulated the sand's movements. Chen Fan, of course, sensed Crocodile's actions behind him. Damn, this world is really unscientific. Since science doesn't work, let's use unscientific things to do it!
"Bang...!" Chen Fan quickly turned around and used his knife to block Crocodile L43's hook attack, while Zero slashed at Crocodile with his knife;
"Useless! A slash like yours..." Crocodile said;
"Pfft...!" A spurt of blood gushed out, and Crocodile had a new wound on his arm. Crocodile was stunned. How could this be? How could he have been injured? Chen Fan slashed down again, and Crocodile turned into sand and disappeared from the spot. Then he reappeared in the distance, cautiously watching Chen Fan. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his arm, dripping onto the ground, emitting a wisp of heat before the water in the blood evaporated and dissipated.
"Haki?" Crocodile narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Chen Fan. He had never imagined that a newcomer like Chen Fan could use Haki, but the color of the Haki was wrong; it was actually surrounded by a blood-red aura. When Chen Fan struck him just now, he felt a tremor from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Fan exclaimed, "No!" and charged towards Crocodile. Crocodile quickly used sand to stop Chen Fan's advance. "Whoosh..."
A single slash sliced through the sand wall, and Crocodile's body was once again cut in two, turning into sand that scattered across the ground and disappeared. This is the kind of power that Logia Devil Fruit hate.
Chapter 173 Defeating the Crocodile
(Chapter 173 Defeating the Crocodile)
"Tch...! I should have let everyone leave." If Chen Fan went all out, the massive movements wouldn't guarantee the safety of the others. Crocodile has become much more cunning, and incidentally, more cowardly.
"Whoosh...!" Crocodile's body materialized in front of Chen Fan;
Crocodile quickly waved to Chen Fan and shouted, "Desert Treasure Sword!" The weapon, formed from sand, slashed at Chen Fan.
"Whoosh!" Chen Fan casually unleashed a slash, neutralizing Crocodile's attack. At that moment, a hook appeared behind Chen Fan —it was Crocodile's left hand. Crocodile's left hand was now behind him, his arm transformed into sand connected to the ground. The other end of the sand was the hook on his left hand. The hook's sheath had been removed, revealing a metal hook coated with deadly poison. If someone were to be hit by this, they would certainly suffer serious consequences.
Crocodile's previous attacks were all decoys; the real attack came from behind Chen Fan. Crocodile's expression remained unchanged, and he slashed at Chen Fan with his right hand once more, shouting, "Desert Treasure Sword!"
Chen Fan unleashed a slash to neutralize the attack. Just as the hook was about to make contact with Chen Fan casually swung his sword, knocking the hook away and rendering Crocodile's attack ineffective.
Chen Fan looked at Crocodile with disdain and said, "Are you really that afraid to fight me? Is it fun to keep using these petty tricks? Are all the so-called Shichibukai cowards? So this is the level of the Shichibukai? How disappointing! Chen Fan is so disappointed! Sigh...!" He then sighed.
"Damn it! Don't get too cocky, kid. You've only just gained a slight advantage, and you think you can defeat me? I'll show you what Shichibukai is all about!" Several attacks had failed, mainly because Chen Fan's earlier attacks had injured him, making Crocodile more cautious. However, he couldn't stand Chen Fan's words. He just wanted Chen Fan to shut up; the words from Chen Fan were like salt being rubbed into his wounds—unforgivable.
As he spoke, he charged towards Chen Fan, shouting, "Sandstorm - Heavy Desert Grande Spada!" Four enormous blades of sand attacked Chen Fan.
"Tch! Is this all the determination you have? How pathetic," Chen Fan said dismissively.
"The Grudge Blade, Fearless Sky, the Katana Style!"
The four sand blades were shattered by Chen Fan, who also switched places with Crocodile. "Pfft!" A cross-shaped wound appeared on Crocodile's body, and two streams of blood spurted out.
Crocodile was somewhat incredulous at how easily he had been defeated, but looking down at the blood on his hands and feeling the pain in his body, he knew it was real; he had been killed very easily.