King Kong Barbie?

Rodney and Crocus walked into a tavern, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, not great, but not bad either.

"The alcohol's alright, but the proof is a bit low." Crocus, as expected of an old dog, could identify the alcohol's proof just by its smell. Rodney, a newbie like him, could only follow behind, shouting "666."

"Welcome, gentlemen, what would you like to drink? We have excellent wine here, made from last year's harvest. It's very good." The bartender recommended.

Crocus waved his hand. "Give me the strongest stuff you've got. Wine is like juice, what's so good about it?" It seemed the old man had a bold personality, eating meat by the mouthful and drinking from large bowls, drinking the strongest liquor and going to the most dangerous places.

"Alright!" The bartender smiled and turned to find the strongest liquor.

The drunks who came to drink glanced at each other. They knew these were some new suckers, asking for the strongest liquor right away. Hehehe, they wouldn't even need to spike their drinks to get them drunk to death!

The liquor Crocus ordered was brought to the table. Rodney said, "I'll have some oolong tea."

"Oolong tea? What's that?" The bartender was stunned, clearly not knowing what Rodney's oolong tea was.

"My bad, forgot something." He slapped his forehead, picked up a bottle of whiskey and an unknown clear liquor from the liquor rack, mixed them together, and concentrated fire-attribute Chakra on his finger, igniting the liquor with high temperature.

Well, as everyone knows, oolong tea is flammable.

He blew out the flame and took a satisfied sip.

Rodney: "..." Silently put down his glass, rolled his eyes, and collapsed on the table, not getting up.

Everyone: "..."

Crocus: "...Your alcohol tolerance is too poor, kid. How are you going to survive on the Grand Line?"

With that, he picked up the bottle and chugged it all down, pointing at Rodney and saying, "Ten more bottles, put it on this kid's tab."

Rodney: "..."

Ten bottles later, Crocus also collapsed.

"Hmph! Two guys with no alcohol tolerance. This daddy can drink a whole barrel!" One person said disdainfully.

"Hmph! I can drink three barrels!"

"I can drink ten barrels!"

"Twenty barrels!"

Unknowingly, the Bounty Hunters in the tavern suddenly started arguing.

"Alright, stop arguing." At this moment, two people walked in, stopping their quarrel.

The person who walked in was a middle-aged man with long curly hair, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, speaking somewhat slowly, looking a bit amiable, but with his arrival, the originally noisy tavern quieted down.

And behind him was a tall, dark-skinned... nun?

She was indeed wearing a nun's habit, but that face... well, a square face, just without a beard. If she had a beard, she would probably be mistaken for a man.

The newcomers were Igaram, the mayor of Whiskey Peak, and the nun here. In reality, they were members of Baroque Works, Mr. 8 and Miss. Monday.

This Mr. 8 was not only a mid-level agent in Baroque Works, but also the captain of the Alabasta Kingdom's guard. He was just an undercover agent in Baroque Works, protecting Princess Vivi and investigating the secrets of Baroque Works, infiltrating Baroque Works with Princess Vivi to become an undercover agent.

However, he was sent here by Crocodile to manage the Bounty Hunters here, capturing some young pirates who had just entered the Grand Line and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, using these unlucky guys to exchange for bounties, which was one of Baroque Works' sources of funds.

Mr. 8 glanced at the quiet crowd and said, "A Bounty Hunter from East Blue, only wanted for three million Belly. Finish him off and send him to the Marines branch to exchange for the bounty."

"Three million Belly, a bit low."

"Bounty Hunter? And from the weakest sea... useless."

"Yeah, I don't think we even needed to get them drunk."

"What about this old geezer?"

"Just an old geezer, not worth anything, throw him into the sea. Whether he can survive depends on his own luck."

A few people chatted and ran over to carry Rodney away, but with a few waves of his hand, the "drunk" Rodney sent those few people flying into the wall.

"So, so much Super Strength!"

Seeing those few people stuck in the wall, unable to be pried out, a group of people swallowed their saliva. Mr. 8 frowned and said, "Miss. Monday, you go."

"Okay." Miss. Monday walked over, reaching out her bear paw-like hand towards Rodney. Her wrist hurt, and upon closer inspection, her wrist was grabbed by another hand. That hand was faster, smaller, but its strength was even greater.

Rodney opened his eyes, his dark pupils as if they could talk, full of mockery.

Like this

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Miss. Monday twisted her wrist, breaking free from Rodney's hand.

She said in a girlish voice that didn't match her rugged image, "You man has a lot of strength, but not as much as me."

Rodney: ??

Who said that?

And I didn't even use my full strength, okay?

Having the Super Strength skill, his whole body was covered in Chakra, erupting with a powerful aura that could easily shatter walls. It was a skill that amplified strength.

The more Chakra he used, the greater the strength. As long as he allocated the Chakra well, the destructive power would be greater, and the consumption of Chakra was still acceptable.

He just sat there, his Chakra erupting, stirring up a violent aura, causing the clothes on their bodies to rustle.

Crocus, who was to the side, couldn't help but open one eye and look at Rodney.

Does this kid have hidden moves?

No wonder he dared to enter the Grand Line alone.

Miss Monday narrowed her eyes, grabbed the nun's habit she was wearing, and with a ripping sound, the clothes shattered in her hands like paper, revealing the safety pants and the pink plaid romper underneath.

Of course, the most shocking thing was her muscular body, as if cast in bronze and iron.

Rodney: "..."

This...

A muscle-bound Barbie?!!

No, this is already a bodybuilder, right?

Miss Monday has a rather masculine appearance, so...

He couldn't bear to look directly at her. It's not that he's discriminating against her, but he just felt weird...

Damn it, what kind of perverse tastes does the artist have?

"I've never met a man stronger than me, so, is your strength greater than mine?" Miss Monday said in a voice that was extremely inconsistent with her figure.

She grabbed a cabinet in the tavern with one hand and smashed it at Rodney.

Rodney easily caught it and threw it aside. In Super Strength state, the cabinet full of wine was like a feather to him. Of course, it wouldn't be too difficult to catch it in a normal state.

He grabbed Crocus to the side, smashed through the wall with a punch, and ran to the street. He saw a group of people surrounding them with knives or guns. They were prepared, tsk.

"Old man, stop pretending, go hide up there first." As he said that, he threw Crocus onto the roof.

Crocus landed safely and sat down on the roof, saying, "Haha, let this old man see your strength."

Boom!

Miss Monday also smashed through the wall. She didn't choose to go through the door either. She went through the hole that Rodney made, but she was a head taller than Rodney, so she had to smash through.

Her muscles trembled, full of the aesthetics of power, but Rodney couldn't appreciate it. Miss Monday raised her fist and punched down on the top of his head.

"Fish-Man Karate · Super Strength · Upper Palm Blast!"

The Upper Palm Blast, empowered by Super Strength, collided with Miss Monday. With a bang, the ground under Rodney's feet shattered, and he transferred the force he received to the ground.

But Miss Monday wasn't so lucky. She was knocked backwards by this palm. Rodney pressed his attack!

Soru!

"Super Strength · Konoha Whirlwind!"

Bang!

Miss Monday was kicked away by him. Although it was Super Strength, he didn't use lethal force, only injuring her, making it impossible for her to recover in a short time.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and kill him?" Mr. 8 spoke, waking up the stunned Bounty Hunters from the shock of Miss Monday's defeat.

They raised their guns and opened fire on Rodney!