The hero behind One Piece

Afro and Joker were so frightened by Ruola that they completely ignored their face and knelt down on the ground to beg for mercy.

"Please let us go." They laid their heads on the ground, raised their buttocks high, and said in standard posture.

Ruola scratched her chin with some disappointment, thinking about the current situation. It was not easy for her to get the chance to take action.

Since the other party has begged for mercy, let's forget it. They are not the main target anyway.

There was an imperceptible evil smile on the face of the afro, he raised his head and glanced sideways, and took advantage of the moment when Ruola was distracted by thinking, and stuck a black fur ball on her body.

Ruola's little face suddenly turned pale, her two little hands trembled unconsciously, and she stuck out her pink tongue regardless of the image. What is this furry black ball?

It’s really disgusting!

Afro took the opportunity to stick another black hair ball on her body. After the trick was successful, he smiled and gave the clown a happy high-five.

It turns out that the two of them were just pretending!

It was disgusting just now, and now it’s even worse!

One on the left and another on the right!

Ruola's face was extremely ugly, with fear written all over her face, and she was almost so angry that she cried.

As an extremely sensitive fur person and a little girl who loves beauty, these two disgusting black fur balls are simply killing her.

"Hehehe, little rabbit, let me make love to you." Afro smiled wildly and rushed over wearing black boxing gloves.

He aimed a sharp straight punch at Ruola's face,

Normally, a punch of this speed would not touch Ruola's body at all, but now she was troubled by the extremely disgusting fur balls, her brain was basically a ball of mush, and she was unexpectedly wiped across the face by the fist.

"Oh, it's so dirty!" Ruola touched her face in shame and could only rely on her instinctive reaction to reluctantly turn over and hide away.

That man’s gloves are actually furry too! I definitely don’t want to run into him again.

"Little rabbit, don't run away." Afro waved his boxing gloves and chased after him with a smile.

The clown expressionlessly picked up the longbow on his back and fired cold arrows three times in a row at the side.

Poor Ruola struggled to avoid the cold arrows while trying hard to pull off the disgusting black balls on her body.

But the black ball seemed to have roots underneath, clinging to her tightly and could only move from one skin to another, or it would stick to her hand and be unable to shake it off, and she couldn't get it off no matter what.

"Don't bother, my fur ball is full of static electricity, you can't get it off no matter what!" Afro shouted arrogantly while chasing after me leisurely.

"Static electricity?" Ruola suddenly realized while touching her lips while running ahead.

"What do you want to do?" Afro asked nervously when he saw something was wrong.

"Then it's over if I rub the fur ball on them." Ruola dragged a cloaked man from the side who was knocked unconscious by Lan, pointed the fur ball at him and rubbed it, rubbing against his body.

Now Ruola's body is clean and tidy again, and only her cute, slender and beautiful white down is still on her skin.

The man with the afro was stunned when he saw this, and stood there in a daze, not daring to move at all.

Ruola gently stroked her delicate fur as if she were reunited with an old friend, and suddenly looked fiercely at the man with the afro who had made her so unhappy just now.

The man with the afro got an idea and repeated his old trick. He knelt down and lay on the ground. He put his forehead on his hands and said sincerely.

"Please let us go."

"Don't you want to come and make love to me?"

"What do you want to do?" Afro looked up with a confused face, his voice couldn't stop trembling.

"What do you think I want to do?" Ruola pinched her knuckles and smiled playfully.

"Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a burst of friction, friction in place, forward friction, and reverse friction. The afro and the clown were all beaten until their noses were bruised and swollen, and they were piled together in a twisted manner.

Ruola patted the dust on her hands and looked at her masterpiece, feeling happy both physically and mentally.

On the other side of the battlefield, before Arnold's eyes was a cylindrical mountain with a rough surface, which looked like the chimney of a giant nuclear power plant from any angle.

There are countless strange people and strange things on the great waterway, and he has become accustomed to this bizarre and elegant shape.

At the foot of the mountain is a large copper door with a gorgeous gold frame. It may be as tall as a standard warship, and it is luxurious and majestic.

There was also a lonely small wooden door half a man's height open under the big copper door, through which Arnold had just seen Wapol escape.

Arnold hesitated for a while.

Because compared to his tall and straight figure, this is undoubtedly a very short dog hole.

Is the dignified detention captain going to dig into a dog hole for a mere prisoner? This is a big moral dilemma.

Or forget it? Anyway, this is not the first time that these prisoners have escaped from his hands.

With a muffled sound of "Bang!", the big bronze door was suddenly pushed open from inside.

Wapol helped Arnold make his choice in advance,

I saw that his body had become much wider, and his belly was as swollen as a pregnant woman with more than ten babies. He staggered out with great effort.

"Kakaka, you actually dare to chase me."

"Well, all we have to do is ask you to come with us." Arnold breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly.

"Kakaka!" Wapol covered his mouth in surprise, trying not to laugh out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Then you have a good talk with my agent and these six cannons."

After speaking, Wapol opened his mouth with neat teeth in an exaggerated manner, and held the black cannon that was only equipped on six warships in his mouth like a cigarette.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The cannons roared in unison. Wapol was very experienced and blocked Arnold's path from several possible directions at the same time.

"Go to hell!" Wapol shouted wildly and danced after firing.

Arnold looked calm and didn't change his expression. He just stood there and punched his right fist calmly.

With a sound of "Bang!", he took the initiative to explode the cannonball that was fired from the front.

The shell exploded instantly under the impact of the fist. Arnold's hand seemed to be holding a ball of flashing black smoke, and his whole body was covered by a thick smoke screen.

The other five shells also exploded in the surroundings in one breath, sending up thick flames and choking black smoke, making the surroundings of the battlefield even more embarrassing.

The thick smoke dispersed with the cold wind, but Arnold remained unscathed.

In order to minimize the area where you need to use backtracking, it is a little trick to detonate the shells in advance.

"Impossible!" Wapol opened his eyes in disbelief and was stunned. Even the six cannons accidentally fell out of his mouth. "Clang!" They hit the ground hard and rolled far away.

Arnold's arm, which was still covered in black smoke, looked completely undamaged.

"Let's see how you block it!" Wapol attributed Arnold's amazing performance just now to the extremely high defensive power of his right hand.

Suddenly hundreds of cold rifles stretched out from his mouth, all pointed at Arnold.

There was a series of firecracker-like collisions of gunpowder, the light smoke from the muzzle actually mixed back and forth into a thick fog, and the air was filled with a very choking gunpowder smell.

Projectiles that were as dense as locusts hit Arnold directly.

"It's useless." Arnold said calmly, standing there.

Projectiles are completely different from the cannonballs just now. In terms of single-target lethality, they will be even smaller. The added difficulty lies in the large increase in the number. It will be more difficult to completely defend because there are always one or two fish that slip through the net. will escape.

Yet this is a difficulty for others,

For Arnold, it was not a problem at all. He was like playing a game of whack-a-mole. He would repair any damage wherever he felt. It was much easier than repairing the damage caused by the shell.

"Do you have any other tricks?" The projectile was instantly destroyed, and Arnold was completely unscathed, so he asked half-jokingly.

"Although I don't know what your ability is, but look at this move of mine!" Wapol was so angry that he mustered up all his strength. His whole face turned red from holding it back, and his body suddenly began to grow in size.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!" The iron wall-like plate armor on his chest was forced open, and the whole person turned into a rock giant as tall as the copper gate!

"Vapol Vajra Form!"

His body was now uneven, his limbs were replaced by carefully polished granite as sharp as a blade, and his body was replaced by a large glowing blue diamond.

"Kakaka, I just swallowed 10 tons of granite that was specially polished for today, as well as this family heirloom national treasure super large diamond,

One punch and you might die! "The rock giant Wapol put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky, laughing proudly.