One Piece: Tyrant Bear

"boom."

"Boom."

The battle between the two was earth-shattering, you punched me, and neither of them would give up.

Bear was beaten continuously, his strong body was beaten by Whitebeard like a sandbag, but he didn't fall down.

Standing up again and again, like a monstrous bear, such a monstrous bear reminded Akainu and Aokiji of a man, Kaido, Kaido of Beasts.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 530 Garp's Giving Way

Blood, falling like rain.

The back is as firm as a mountain.

Face to face, they looked at each other silently, their eyes were cold and full of fighting spirit.

His body was bruised and his clothes were ragged.

The corner of the mouth is red and wet, blending into the soil and returning to the earth.

Suddenly, the situation changed, and Whitebeard swung his big knife, slashing like a gust of wind.

Under the knife's edge, everything pales.

One hand was raised, aiming at the blade, his feet collapsed, his body sank in half, his face was reddish purple, his firm eyes did not change.

"Boom."

Clenching his fists tightly, he punched his head, and the ground suddenly cracked.

The white beard stood proudly on the ground, his eyes swept around, no one dared to meet his eyes, bowed his head, afraid.

Invincible, unrivaled, this is him, Whitebeard.

"Looks like it's time for us to make a move." Akainu took a step forward with a smile on his face, consuming most of Whitebeard's strength, which was good news for him.

Now, it's time for them to take over, kill him, add glory, and reach the top.

Aokiji followed, one on the left and one on the right, and the two joined hands together, which is a rare situation.

"Ice Age."

A shot is a big move, and Aokiji will not underestimate him, even if Whitebeard consumes most of his energy.

Frozen, filled the past.

The fiery red flew up from the cold, jumped into the air, fisted, and the magma flowed.

"Roar." With a ferocious roar, a ghost dog crawled out of hell broke through the blockade and rushed to Whitebeard's ribs.

"Devil dog."

"Huh." The big knife was faster, cutting and shattering.

Within minutes and seconds, Whitebeard had already started his next move, stepping forward and clenching his fists.

"Magma boy, you should have a good taste of my fist."

"boom."

With one punch, Akainu vomited blood and fell to the ground moaning.

Aokiji flew out from behind Whitebeard, spread his hands, and the power of the ice spread.

"Frozen."

The extremely cold temperature quickly covered his body, white gas came out from the blade of Whitebeard, and instantly turned into ice.

Climb up the blade, erode his arm along the hilt, and then freeze the whole body.

"Humph."

Stimulated by the power of the shaking fruit, the ice cube shattered and fell to the ground.

Clenched and punched, Aokiji backed up, spitting out blood.

One move, two moves, the two generals were crushed to death, unable to resist.

Standing here with a white beard bleeding from his chest, no one dared to take half a step closer.

"Cough cough."

A cough broke the silence, and the bear pushed away the dirt and crawled out of it.

Dirt, dust, covering the body, embarrassed.

He let go of his hand, untied the life return state, the flushing of his face eased, and he let out a foul breath.

"Hoohoo."

Backache and bone pain, his whole body was shaking, muscles, meridians, all stimulated his nerves.

Xiong turned his head. It had been a long time since he had such a sour feeling, and he felt a little nostalgic.

Make a fist and check your body, nothing serious.