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The man holding the glass container, the sense of oppression emanating from his whole body and the so-called "East Blue Overlord"
Not on the same level at all.
A rough estimate is that the Bounty gold is at least 30 million Beli - especially the seemingly harmless creature in the container, which has a faint dangerous aura that is even close to nine figures.
Existences of this magnitude should not appear in this weakest sea area.
"Grandpa..."
The right half of his face took over the words, and his voice was slightly trance-like.
"If you think about it carefully, I haven't seen him in almost two years."
The evolution of the situation disrupted the original trajectory.
After the Navy publicly broke with that huge organization, various forces continued to compete in the open and dark.
The old man traveled to various battlefields, and the chance of returning to East Blue was reduced to almost zero.
Certain hidden dangers that should have been eliminated are quietly growing in the shadow of this sea area.
"I can barely handle it."
The voice on the left came to a conclusion on its own. Luffy blinked, with a confused look on his face.
Although he didn't fully understand the meaning of Teacher's words, the power surging in his body gave him enough confidence.
He simply crossed his arms and leaned his back against the railing behind him.
"Look clearly - this is a place to eat!"
The bald Cook's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and the metal tube on his shoulders rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
He used to be a licker of blood, but it wasn't until he was convinced by the owner of this restaurant that he was willing to put on an apron.
But the ferocity in his bones has never really been extinguished.
"I'll treat you to a special 'cuisine'!"
The muzzle suddenly spurted out orange-red flames.
The projectile tore through the air and flew straight towards the figure holding the glass container at the bow of the Black Sail ship.
Solving Leader first is always the most effective way to break the deadlock.
The metal slug roared towards us.
The man standing on the side of the ship didn't even move his eyebrows.
His eyes were like looking at an insect trying to shake a giant tree.
Bounty Gold crossed the threshold of 30 million, which may be just a stepping stone in New World, but in this weakest sea area, it means that it has already stood at a height that is difficult for ordinary guns to reach.
The sea breeze carries the smell of gunpowder smoke into the restaurant, and all eyes are fixed on the place called "Black Flag"
on the man.
He stood there, as if he had stopped breathing.
The scream of metal tearing the air has reached the tip of your nose--
There was a crisp sound of shattering glass.
A shadow suddenly emerged from the transparent container held by his left hand.
The thing was as thin as a willow branch when it came out of the water, but it expanded crazily the moment it came into contact with the air.
The gray-white columnar limbs stretch out for several meters, and the surface is densely covered with annular depressions.
It snaked across the man's body and curled up flexibly at the end, imitating the posture of a child accumulating energy before flicking a glass bead.
The flying cannonball became the bead waiting to be fired.
But that's not a game.
The metal projectiles ejected from the barrel have a muzzle velocity that is enough to tear flesh and blood into pieces within a tenth of a second.
However, in this brief interval, which was less than the blink of an eye, the creature in the water tank had already flexed and stretched its limbs at will, and flicked lightly.
The shells shot back at an even more terrifying speed.
The pupils of Yonji Swordsman and orange-haired Girl who were watching suddenly shrank.
Beside them, a golden stream of light has torn apart their field of vision.
Snap.
The moment the light faded away, an open palm stopped in front of Cook, who had a sinister face.
In front of the palm, a blazing metal sphere was spinning wildly, making a harsh hissing sound as it rubbed against the air.
But no matter how it struggles, its speed is still quickly taken away by irresistible force, and finally--
Boom.
The completely stationary projectile crashed onto the wooden deck, creating a shallow crater with charred edges and wisps of white smoke rising up.
"If I take action, doesn't it count as a violation of the agreement?"
"Of course.
It's me who should thank you."
The face of the young man who blocked the cannonball lost his usual carelessness.
The seriousness was not due to being controlled by someone, but due to fear - he did not expect that the other party had such a trick, and almost caused a Cook to turn into pieces in front of his eyes.
No matter what the cook named Patty was contaminated with in the past, now he is just a person working in front of the stove.
For teenagers:
"Gunmen should not target peaceful and peaceful people."
As for those guys plundering at sea?
Yearning for the unrestrained sky is blameless,
But if you want to build your own wings on the bones of others, you will only be destroyed.
"Those with curly eyebrows."
The young man turned his head and looked at the young man next to him, Sanji, with twirling eyebrows.
The opponent also rushed over, but started a little late and almost failed to catch up.
"Power itself is neither good nor evil.
What separates them is the hand that holds the power."
"When disaster strikes, will you be the one shivering in the corner, or will you be the one who steps forward to block the darkness?"
The young man struck his palms together, making a crisp sound.
He stood alone at the front, facing the entire ship hanging black Flags.
"I choose the latter."
"What I want to see is no one crying anymore Dawn--"
A figure hangs in the sky above Kale Bali.
Several shadows similar to his outline were forcing the people below to retreat step by step.
Those shadows are made of silk threads, but their movements are as sharp as real people, and every time they wave their arms, they make a sharp sound of breaking wind.
"Can't you even deal with such a shadow?"
The young Doffy stood on a high place, and Suit remained completely intact.
He didn't even move his steps, just looked down.
The sword in Diamante's hand is full of cracks.
He was breathing heavily, and every time he blocked, his mouth was numb.
The long sword that should have been as light as a flag is now as heavy as rusty iron - his ability can make objects flutter like flags, but in the face of these threads that cut everything, fluttering becomes a burden.
The silk threads were covered with a dark color, leaving deep marks when they crossed the ground.
Diamante had to keep retreating, and the stone slabs under his feet had long been broken into spider webs.
"Stop relying on that Devil Fruit."
Doffy's voice fell from above, like ice flakes scraping against the eardrums.
"Your sword can't cut even the threads, so what kind of swordsman are you?"
Diamante's cheeks suddenly turned red.
He gritted his teeth, and a Dark Current-like energy surged from his palm to the sword, and a faint light glowed on the edge of the blade.
On the other side, the huge body of Pica looks awkward in Courtyard.
His skin was covered with hard black, and the ground shook with every step he took.
But the threads could always find gaps - they were like living needles, piercing the layer of defense and leaving fine scratches on his rock-like body.
He wanted to sink to the ground, but the thread was faster than him.
The moment the thread tip penetrated the stone slab, the entire rock was cut open like tofu.
What made his heart palpitate even more was that no matter which stone he hid behind, the attack would always hit him accurately - as if the opponent had already seen his next move.
Pica's situation is even worse.
He tried to sneak into the ground, but every time he took a breath, threads would wrap around him like a swarm of snakes that smelled the scent.
His ability allows him to travel through solid objects, but he must resurface periodically - this gap becomes a fatal flaw.
Doffy suddenly spoke:
"Why not learn Fish-Man Karate?"
Pica was stunned and raised his head from the semi-solidified ground.
Sweat slid down his chubby face.
"That kind of skill... requires the help of the earth, right?"
"Exactly."
Doffy nodded, as if stating an obvious fact.
"Your Devil Fruit can do it."
Pica looked down at his hands.
He had heard of that technique - the tactic that Fish-Man Race was famous for, which could cause an impact like a huge wave on land.
Jinbe in Shichibukai uses this to dominate the sea, although there are only a few strong men who dare to compete with him on the sea.
He clenched his fists, and Suit's cuffs made a slight friction sound due to the tightness.
"Your rock ability is truly amazing at a height of 800 meters."
He tapped his fingertips on the table, and there was no emotion in the young man's voice.
"But if you are found out from your hiding place, victory or defeat will only be a matter of seconds."
"Understood."
When three voices sounded at the same time, the young man wearing Suit had turned his eyes to the other side of the room.
There stood a half-Fish-Man boy, sixteen years old, with light cyan lines of scales still remaining on his cheeks.
"You didn't do a bad job, but it wasn't enough."
Not long ago, the boy just defeated those famous characters in Competition - including "Destruction Cannon" who could fight with Sai for a long time.
This achievement is worthy of praise anywhere.
After all, even the Straw Hat boy who was favored by fate only had only 30 million Bounty when he went to sea.
Of course, that guy got stronger as fast as a storm.
The only ones who can barely keep up with him are those two of his contemporaries.
"Two-Color Haki plus racial talents are really enough to deal with ordinary opponents."
The young man leaned back in his chair, and the shadow slowly squirmed behind him, "But if you meet a truly strong person, you won't even have a chance to breathe."
"Yes!"
No need to do it yourself at all.
A Humanoid standing up from the shadow is enough to put the half-Fish-Man boy into a tough fight.
What made the middle-aged man onlookers' foreheads throb with veins was that the boy in the middle of the battle was actually listening to the "outsider" with all his concentration.
every word of advice.
In the hot Training Ground, he, the real Leader, looks like an outsider.
It was as if something had been taken away from my face.
The other cadres are also practicing Haki individually.
The paintbrush in Jora's hand was moving faster and slower. Sugar stared at the toys that were constantly growing and breaking in front of him. Buffalo was turning sharply in the air. Every rise and fall of Machvise made the ground tremble. Rao G's fists tore the air.
According to Otherworldly Visitor, no matter how wonderful Devil Fruit is, it is just the icing on the cake, while Haki is the foundation that is truly rooted in flesh and blood.
Haki who reached the top is enough to make non-Devil Fruit user stand on top of the world.
For example, Navy Hero, who only speaks with his fists, and Pirate King, who has long become a legend.
And "Rossi" from that world
--Eating Calm-Calm Fruit, which was also useless in the battle, but with the peak Three Types of Haki and the long sword in his hand, he killed Red Line all the way and faced the shadow sitting on Empty Throne.
"You continue."
When the young man stood up, the shadowed Humanoid was still fighting with the cadres.
He walked through Training Ground, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the sand was very soft, and finally stopped in front of the middle-aged man.
"Follow me."
There were no lights in the tent, and in the darkness we could barely make out each other's outlines.
"What do you want to say?"
Suit The young man in leather shoes raised his chin and spoke calmly.
As early as when he was coaching those cadres, he noticed that he in this world hesitated to speak many times.
"Fight with me."
The man in a white casual shirt distanced himself, his burgundy cropped pants looking like a bloodstain in the dim light.
Because he didn't make the iconic Pink Coat, he looks a little strange at the moment.
Tiptoe to the ground, the tip of the shoe reflects the faint light leaking through the cracks in the tent.
He made a starting move.
The tie was pulled loose by slender fingers.
"What you desire is to defeat me?"
Another voice sounded immediately, with playful inquiry.
"No, what you really want is the power itself, right? Even if the teaching comes from... another 'me'?"
The sound of clenching teeth can be heard clearly.
The man with the throbbing blood vessels on his forehead burst out a syllable from between clenched teeth.
"Yes!"
"Fufufu... this is decent."
The young man with the same face distanced himself from him, the same energy surged silently between the two, and the air seemed to solidify.
"Since we want to carry the name of Donquixote, we must show the strength worthy of it.
Come, let me see your consciousness."
"Stop talking to me like that!"
That condescending attitude completely ignited the anger.