The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 199

"Silence and Speed!"

With the intensity of Rossi's domineering armed color covering his whole body, he can already ignore the obstacles caused by high-speed movement; coupled with his silent ability to offset the sonic boom, his figure is so fast that even the masters in the stands can hardly observe it.

When the "knowledgeable domineering" is blocked, it is even more difficult to parry: the five senses can't catch up with Rossi's movement at all, and even Mihawk, known as the "Eagle Eye" in the future, will find it difficult to grasp Rossi's figure.

For a moment, Mihawk seemed to be besieged by more than a dozen great swordsmen from all directions at the same time! The black and red blades are like streams of light all over the sky, intertwined layer by layer, thread by thread, cutting towards him everywhere.

Even if the 'Ye' in Mihawk's hand is as soft as the wind and protects the whole body, it still can't block the pervasive light. As long as one is not careful, he will be cut into pieces.

"Very well, this is the feeling I've been looking for!"

Tiny blood gushed out from all over his body, dyeing the wine red floral shirt dark red, and then Mihawk, who always had a cold face, smiled.

The greater the pressure, the more able to break through the limit!

It's Now - X2

During the high-speed speeding, the three-generation ghost in the hands of Rossi, who was already blurred, shot at Mihawk. There was only a trace of "overlord-like entanglement" in the continuous battle. Gradually began to split and increase until it turned into a for one piece.

"Ghost Slashing Yama!"

Facing Rossi whose aura had climbed to the peak and whose speed was as fast as a lake, the 'Ye' in Mihawk's hand also slashed forward with a brilliant light.

"Black Knife Break!"

Just like a famous national player, using the tip of a pen to draw a dark trajectory in the air, black and white are distinct, and everything is cut off.

The figures flying all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and the three generations of ghosts who were too fast to be seen froze in the air; while the black sword light that Mihawk slashed out extended endlessly to the sky, as if it could extend to the end of the world, full of overwhelming Imagine the stunning magnificence!

The blood light suddenly appeared, and under the black sword light, the figure split obliquely, and Rossi's whole body was split in two neatly from the chest and abdomen.

"Rosie!"

"impossible-"

In an instant, everyone in the Don Quixote family in the stands felt numb all over, blood poured into their brains, and they were so frightened that they even forgot to move.

Rossi actually lost? !

When Torrebol and the others came back to their senses and subconsciously wanted to jump into the battlefield below, they found that the two figures had separated and stood in a pool of blood.

"Ahem, awesome..."

Rossi clutched his ribs, the blood kept gushing out, dripping into the yellow sand, splashing into bright flowers of blood.

On the black feather coat behind him, crackling thunderbolts were constantly jumping. It was under the impetus of these lightning bolts that Rosie's speed surged at the last moment, avoiding Mihawk's cut in the middle.

Just now Mihawk's knife was too stunning and unimaginable; just after the black knife "Ye" was drawn, everyone in the audience had the illusion that Rossi was "beheaded".

clang

Into the sands of the Colosseum the dark 'Night' plunges,

An arm wrapped in a burgundy rose-patterned sleeve firmly held the huge hilt of 'Ye', but it was no longer able to strike a fatal blow.

Unlike Rossi, who was nearly cut in half, Mihawk only lost one hand.

Of course, losing his right hand and weapon at the same time is already the biggest blow to a swordsman. At least in the face of the cadres of the Don Quixote family who jumped into the Colosseum, it is absolutely impossible to remain indifferent.

However, the one-armed and empty-handed Mihawk's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he stood proudly on the spot, thinking about the knife just now.

That was the strongest attack he had ever slashed. If he can fully master this knife, Mihawk believes that he can reach another peak in swordsmanship.

so interesting

A broken hand is nothing compared to that.

"stop-"

Stopping Diamanti and the others who were about to move and wanted to 'revenge' him, Rossi let go of the hand covering his waist.

Because Dover had already landed next to him immediately, a large number of transparent silk threads flew out from his fingers, quickly suturing the wound on Rossi's waist.

It is not simply suturing the appearance, but even the internal organs, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves are reconnected accordingly. It can be said that the use of this trick alone is enough to make 99% of the surgeons in the world ashamed enough to commit suicide.

"Rosie,"

Dover swayed towards Mihawk on the opposite side while he was being treated, and his eyes under the red sunglasses clearly expressed a meaning:

This guy is too strong, get rid of him now!

"No need,"

Shaking his head, Rossi is still very clear about Mihawk's character.

He has a calm and calm personality, and he farms and cooks by himself. It can be said that if he likes to "compete swords" with others, he is simply a model man. Although some go their own way, they are not unpredictable.

Moreover-

"This time, I lost."

While Dover was suturing the wound, Rosie took the healing potion made by Jorah, raised his head and volleyed and poured half of the bottle into his mouth.

Then throw the remaining half bottle at Mihawk.

"At the last moment, it was Dover who helped me with his ability."

After speaking, Rossi looked at Dover beside him,

"Dover, help Mihawk connect the arm."

"···Humph,"

Although Dover snorted unhappily, since it was his brother's request, he still swung it in the air, an invisible silk thread flew out, rolled up his severed arm and the black knife 'Ye' stuck in the ground and flew towards Mihawk.

With the "thread fruit" connecting Mihawk's arm, Dover, who originally wanted to "move his hands and feet" during the operation, did not make any fuss when Rossi shook his head slightly.

"The devil fruit ability is really convenient."

After drinking the potion thrown by Rossi and trying to move his right arm, Mihawk sighed expressionlessly.

For a swordsman of his level, the loss of a right hand doesn't have much impact; but it's always good to have healthy hands, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go to the toilet.

"One more game when you have time,"

Facing Mihawk's invitation, Rossi nodded.

"Can."

Although this battle is dangerous, it is a huge improvement for both sides!

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

Facing Rossi's invitation, Mihawk also nodded.

"it is good."

Although Mihawk's kendo... or the kendo of this world is characterized by solitary advancement, only essence and purity, fighting with nature, the sea, and others, and reaching the peak through continuous training.

But it doesn't mean that Mihawk is "not eating fireworks". In fact, Mihawk's daily life can be regarded as "exquisite". The huge castle is cleaned by himself. He likes to read newspapers and drink red wine, which is not ordinary. The sloppy pirate.

As for men, after a fight, they will naturally become friends.

"Dover..."

Seeing the two great swordsmen who had just been hacking to death meet for a drink, Torrebol turned to look at Dover.

"Let them go,"

Dover shook his head. Since Rossi, who was seriously injured, didn't mind, he had no reason to make a move. And: Judging by Rossi's posture, is he ready to make friends with the other party?

That's right, such a strong person, becoming friends is also a good thing for the family.

Before Rossi and Mihawk left together, Crocodile flew out of the huge Colosseum without making a sound.

It can be said that the battle just now shocked the sand crocodile!

Once upon a time, Crocodile's goal was also "One Piece", and he also believed that relying on his own strength could win the crown of One Piece.

However, the cruelty of the new world gave the sand crocodile a blow. He was defeated by 'Whitebeard' Edward Newgate, and lost a left hand. Facing Whitebeard's words of 'Come be my son', Crocodile can be said to be mentally and physically exhausted. Received tons of damage.

Being defeated and being so 'humiliated' by others, how can the proud sand crocodile swallow this breath?

but-

Facing Whitebeard, all Crocodile's resistance was nothing but impotent rage.

After escaping from the new world, he accepted the status of Qiwuhai, the world government, and planned to use Alabaster as a base to seek the legendary ancient weapons:

Pluto!

Entrenched in the first half of the great route, in the day-to-day "abuse of food", Crocodile's strength has not advanced but retreated, his domineering has faded to almost disappear, and he only relies on a "rustling fruit" to support the scene.

It should have been like this,

But today, seeing two teenagers younger than himself burst out with fighting power that could blow him up, Crocodile seemed to be hit on the head with a stick again.

Have you not exercised well for a long time, have you fought?

This question came to mind, instantly frightening the dignified 'Sandman' into a cold sweat.

"Hehe, the ancient weapon 'Pluto' is certainly important, but personal strength cannot be left behind—"

Crocodile, whose lower body turned into yellow sand, flew directly to the pier, and his already decadent mind cheered up again. If he couldn't even beat the two 'junior', what kind of Pirate King would he be? !

call-

The yellow sand gathered on a three-masted ship at the pier and turned into the figure of Crocodile.

"sail!"

"Yes, my lord."

While the sailors were still puzzled, the captain dressed as an orthodox businessman had already ordered loudly.

As a sand crocodile known for its conspiracies and calculations, how could Crocodile have no backup?

"Sail, anchor, aim—"

Facing the merchant captain and bowing to ask for instructions, Crocodile, who lit his cigar again, took one last look at the fighting beast island.

"Back to Arabah...no, to Whiskey Island!"

The Don Quixote family dared to block the first island of the route, and he was not willing to be second.

"Fufufu, what a wonderful battle, next..."

The previous battle made Dover, who was wearing a pink feather coat, a black suit, a red tie, red sunglasses and short blond hair, excited.

"Outsiders have left,"

"Balf Tani, won't you come down?"

brush,

A woman with black hair and long ponytail wearing a white mask leaped down. She was wearing a medieval gray neutral hunting suit, black leather boots, and black and red wristbands. She looked like a heroic woman. hunter.

Coupled with the white mask on his face, even if the members of the 'White Dragon Pirates' stand in front of them, it is impossible to recognize that this is their captain.

Well, the former captain.

"You have all seen Rossi's strength,"

Dover straightened his tie, and his words were not only for Balf Tani under the mask, but also for those who once belonged to the White Dragon Pirates:

'The Bald Kraken' Arnok,

'Eight Fingers' Oba,

'Girl' Pete,

'The Deceiver' Balfe Misioli

Only by showing absolute strength can they gain their allegiance.

"I already know the strength of Rossindi."

Tani's voice came from under the white mask, and she clasped her hands into claws in a stance.

"Then, Doflamingo. Let me see your strength too, don't you mind?"

"Fufufu, it should be like this!"

With the flick of ten fingers, strips of transparent silk threads began to spread all over the Colosseum.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out!

"So, it's a practical little trick."

In the tavern next to the big fighting beast, Rossi and Mihawk exchanged various fighting experiences while drinking. The next piece of blue.

Glancing at the long-lasting blue trails in the sky, and the blue traces of electric light constantly jumping and flickering, Mihawk put down his wine glass.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a strong man on this island."

"It's Dover's 'Super Electromagnetic Sword',"

Facing Rossi's explanation, Mihawk shook his head directly.

"It's not swordplay,"

"That's right, this trick is actually a devil fruit ability. But—"

"Whether it's swordsmanship, ability, or anything else, power is power. Only strong power can do whatever you want."

"So, you are not going to put all your energy on swordsmanship?"

Mihawk has already seen that the young man in front of him who is younger than himself is incredibly ambitious.

Mihawk's goal is the throne of 'the world's number one swordsman', but this boy's goal... is actually the king of the world?

Since Rossi is pursuing invincibility in the world, he is doomed not to put all his energy on kendo.

"Pity,"

Wouldn't it be great if there were strong men walking along the path of swordsmanship?

Chapter end