Pirate: The one who ate the rubber fruit became a double

"Navy brat, let's continue. Don't worry about the sniper. He won't interfere again until our battle has a winner."

Fossa points his sword at Michelin. "I'm going to use my strongest move next. Boy, just lie there for me."

It can be heard that there is no murderous intention in Fosa's words.

Before Michelin could think anything, the long knife in Fossa's hand shook abnormally, and then a spark popped out of the cigar in his mouth, and a circle of flames erupted from the long knife strangely.

Transformed into a flaming knife.

"Flame Slash."

Simple and unpretentious, a very appropriate move name.

Fossa was still a little ashamed that Michelin had just been attacked, but because of Ace's relationship, he couldn't spend too much time in this boy's hands. He could only use his strongest move to save this boy's life. good.

The battle has just begun. Most of the pirates on the Whitebeard Pirates are idealists and want to defeat the navy in an upright manner and rescue Ace.

Michelin clenched his hands with his hands crossed in front of his chest, his arms wrapped around him.

"Iron Block Armed."

The moment Fossa's flame knife struck Michelin, it clung to his arms, and then his whole body.

When Michelin's arms were burned by the flames, he immediately wrapped his whole body in military colors.

But because of this brief distraction, the whole person was directly thrown out with a knife.

Fosa's slashing attack didn't cause any damage to him, but the flames that clung to him at that moment made him panic.

My hair was almost burned off, and my long-sleeved suit almost became sleeveless.

Not far away, Smoker was startled. Michelin, who was fine just now, turned into a flying torch the moment he didn't notice.

"White Man"

White smoke flew out from his wrist with his left hand, intercepting the Michelin that just passed above his head, and then pulled it back to the ground.

"White Blast"

Half of his body turned into smoke, suddenly hitting the flames on Michelin's body until they were all extinguished.

Michelin, who was covered in military colors, looked at his bare arms and was a little angry. He just didn't pay attention and his new clothes were gone.

Smoker saw that Michelin was wrapped in armed domineering and knew that this junior brother was not injured. He also knew roughly what level his strength was, but he still asked.

"It's alright."

Hearing Smoker's question, Michelin smiled and responded.

"Well, it's okay, thank you, senior brother."

"You are just as skinny as the teacher said. You dare to provoke even the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates Team."

Smoker jumped up to avoid a pirate's sneak attack, and then stepped heavily on the man's head.

"Be careful yourself, the other party is starting to exert force."

After saying that, he turned into a puff of white smoke and rushed into the distance.

Michelin tore off the sleeves that were burned at the base of his arms, and now he was truly sleeveless.

He ducked sideways to avoid a slash from a pirate who jumped up, and then punched the pirate on the head who was still on the ground.

Before he could accept it, several more pirates targeted him.

There was no way, the Michelin who had just been on fire was too eye-catching, the pirates did not fall down when they saw the navy that had just been set on fire.

Everyone regarded him as a seriously injured weakling.

Regardless of whether they chop or dodge, the attacks of these pirate minions cannot hurt Michelin who has turned on the 'iron block' state.

A knife for a punch, and after being used by more than a dozen pirates, no one regarded him as a soft persimmon for the time being.

When Michelin was just being treated as a soft persimmon, little Oz from the ancient giant clan appeared and has now broken into the ice of the port.

He didn't have time to pay attention to those, and another captain-level figure noticed his somewhat conspicuous navy.

He knew this man, the captain of the Sixth Division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Bramank.

That huge gavel was too conspicuous.

Bramanc didn't say anything. He glanced at the group of pirates under Michelin, and then at Michelin's calm demeanor.

Using force on his feet, his body jumped high, crossing a large distance and appearing directly on top of Michelin's head.

Swinging the mallet in his hand.

Huge smoke surged up, and half of Michelin's body was blasted into the ice.

Before he could pull himself out, Bramanke struck again with a hammer, and Michelin's body plowed a long ravine on the ice.

Bramank's power is much greater than Fossa's, although his attack power is not strong and he cannot break Michelin's defense.

However, the strong control brought by this huge power left him speechless. Moreover, the area of ​​​​the big mallet was so large that even 'Paper Painting' could not avoid it.

He jumped up from the ice and patted the ice debris on his body.

"I hate people who are stronger than myself. Forced control is too disgusting. After this battle, I have to find a Devil Fruit to increase my strength." After saying to himself, Michelin took the initiative to attack Bra Mank.

My cheating golden finger is really a bit stretched. It has been developed for seven years and has nothing to add except physical defense.

It’s a bit hard to bear. In my previous life, I read novels and saw that other people’s golden fingers were invincible as soon as they woke up. Looking at my own, not only did I have to work hard to develop, but I’m not strong at all.

No matter what, no matter what, it is better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself.

Concentrate your mind and concentrate on dealing with Bramank.

'Six Styles·Human Cannon'

The six-position 'shaving' is a high-speed movement technique where you step on the same spot more than ten times continuously and apply all the kinetic energy to one movement.

Michelin can now pedal 21 times in an instant. The more pedals, the faster the speed, and the greater the backlash on the body and the consumption of physical strength.

By combining this high-end 'shaving' method with an 'iron block', you can blow yourself up like a cannonball.

Almost instinctively, Bramank swung forward with his great mallet.

"boom."

With a huge explosion, Bramank's big mallet exploded into countless wood chips.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Bramank grabbed a short wooden stick and stood there in a daze.

For a moment, he didn't understand what kind of attack it was, and the next second he began to feel sorry for his hammer.

Why didn't I use armed colors to protect it just now?

In line with the principle of asking if you don't understand, Bramanke loudly questioned Michelin.

"Hey, is there something wrong with you? What kind of attack are you doing?"

Michelin waved the sawdust off his chest with a proud look on his face. "Leave me alone."

After saying that, he stared at Bramank and prepared to do it again. This time he would definitely hit him.

Seeing that Michelin was preparing to attack again, Bramanc immediately shouted: "Wait a minute."

"Who is waiting for you..."