Pirate Galen

Chapter 136 Finale
Galen's figure leaping in the air was extremely flexible and swift, and he actually stepped on a pair of feet to show the magnificent feeling of a goshawk fighting the sky.

No matter how fast the flying yellow sand was, it couldn't catch him.

Crocodile looked at Galen's back and couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursed in a deep voice:
"I'd like to see how long you can flop around in the sky!"

Crocodile, who has never eaten pork and seen pigs running, has even been to the New World, naturally knows that Galen's physical technique to save his life from him is the moon step in the sixth naval form.

But the physical skill of Yuebu is extremely exhausting, even those famous generals in the navy can't use it continuously for a long time.

It's fine to temporarily evade attacks or make a sudden surprise attack. It is undoubtedly a dream to use this move to avoid the long-term pursuit of a natural-type ability user.

After all, for Crocodile, who has the ability of rustling fruit, flying is almost a basic ability for energy saving, environmental protection and zero consumption.

However.
Crocodile ate the ashes behind Galen for almost a minute, and flew out more than half the distance of the royal city, without seeing Galen's intention to stop.

Not only did Galen not exhaust himself from using the moon walk for a long time, but he deepened his understanding of the moon walk through continuous practice, jumping more and more erratically and swiftly in the sky.

Just when Crocodile faintly sensed something was wrong, Galen stopped suddenly.

Crocodile subconsciously fell back to the ground.

And after some chasing scenes in the air, the two flew out of the royal city at some point, and both landed on a certain golden sand dune in the vast desert.

The endless yellow sand in the desert can be used by Crocodile, and this terrain is more suitable for his fruit ability than the royal tomb.

But Crocodile's expression became extremely dignified, because he had already seen Galen's intentions.

When I was chasing in the air, I was too focused and didn't notice it, but now I can see it more clearly after falling back to the ground:
I saw the originally cloudless blue sky above the desert, but at some point, thin black clouds had condensed.

And these thin clouds are different from normal rain clouds. They are being condensed by invisible water vapor at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they cover the entire sky like expanded dough.

Seeing such a rapid change in the sky, Crocodile immediately thought of a sharp weapon he had used: dancing powder.

After the dancing powder absorbs enough water vapor from the surrounding area, it will condense at an abnormal speed like this to form thick cumulonimbus clouds that are enough to rain a torrential rain.

"I see."

Crocodile stared at Galen in front of him with wide eyes, and the wound on his face burst again due to excessive force:
"This is your purpose! Use dancing fans to set a dead end for me here!"

"Yes."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Galen's mood also eased a lot.

Originally seeing the cloudless sky, Galen had already planned to drag the sand crocodile to death by relying on the blood recovery and consumption flow method that he hadn't used for a long time.

Now that the rain that Nami had promised finally came as scheduled, Galen, who had been dealing with a humanoid sandstorm for a long time relying on his blood bar, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Crocodile with a stiff face, distorted expression, and bruises all over his body, Galen couldn't help but joked:

"Crocodile, now it's your turn to escape."

Although the words were ugly, Crocodile knew that Galen's joke was actually his best choice:

Galen's abilities are strange, and he hasn't shown any signs of fatigue yet, while he himself has already suffered a lot of injuries in the fierce battle, and a little aggressive action will cause the self-healing wound to burst again.

The most deadly thing is: the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky have already condensed and formed, silver lightning arcs dance in the clouds and mist, and the raindrops that restrain the ability of the rustling fruit may fall at any time.

This is a desperate situation, turning around and running away is the wisest option.

But after a long silence, Crocodile roared out with a bloody throat:

"Escape?!"

There was a spark of anger in Crocodile's eyes, and his hoarse voice and roaring thunder made a song:
"Aren't you looking down on people too much!"

His emotions became crazy, irritable, and irrational, but his aura became domineering, sharp, and unstoppable.

"Gallen!"

Crocodile finally called out his opponent's name seriously:

"There was a sentence you said before that was not wrong:"

"If I had dared to attack you directly from the beginning, the situation would definitely not be as bad as it is now."

"It's been so long, I almost forgot that I'm a pirate."

Successive failures and the desperate situation of narrowly escaped death made this careerist who was used to hiding behind the scenes finally find the recklessness and courage to punch White Beard.

Accompanied by the thunder that resounded through the sky and the earth, Crocodile's voice echoed in the desert:
"so"

"I have to show you today what a real pirate is!"

"Desert King Kong Sword!"

His hands were cut out like sharp blades, and his two arms each transformed into two blades condensed with yellow sand.

These sand knives take shape a little bit, and then gather the inexhaustible sand in the desert, condense them into a larger and more solid shape, and finally gather into an incomparably huge sand knives.

At this time, the torrential rain had already fallen.

Under Nami's careful calculation and control, the scale of this torrential rain can even be compared to a hurricane.

Bean-sized raindrops fell densely from the clouds, staining the Crocodile sand heavily.

But Crocodile did not show the slightest retreat, the outer layer of sand was soaked by the rain, and more sand was driven up by him.

Finally, before the rain completely invalidated his ability, Crocodile exhausted all his strength to condense a huge sand blade that is unparalleled in the world.

This knife is not fast, but it is huge and majestic, almost accumulating both momentum and strength to the peak.

The sandblade tore through the rain, split the earth, and pressed down on Galen like a mountain.

Facing this sand knife directly, it feels as if the entire desert is submerged.

Galen couldn't help being shocked and shocked:

After fighting Crocodile for a long time, this swan song that broke out in the rain was actually his peak strength.

However, this was still useless for Galen.

In his horrific job as Hawkeye's training partner, Galen has already developed an extraordinary nerve response speed, which is enough to use Laurent's short 0.75 invincibility time to the extreme.

"Laurent's heart knife!"

The big sword and the sand knife collided violently, but in the end the huge sand knife dissipated.

Like a strong wind and a huge wave washing over a reef, the reef will remain motionless.

Crocodile's last trump card also disappeared.

The downpour completely soaked Crocodile's body, and his proud fruit ability could no longer be displayed.

The rain licked the wounds all over his body, causing the coagulated blood on his body to melt completely, showing a hideous and terrifying black-red color.

Looking at Crocodile, who was in such a mess, Galen couldn't help shaking his head with a bit of regret:

"You have already lost."

"Do not."

Crocodile stood up straight with difficulty, and shouted hoarsely:

"I said, I want to show you how pirates fight!"

Obviously the fruit ability has been sealed by the rain, and even though he has been driven to a desperate situation, Crocodile still roared unwillingly in the rainstorm.

His body suddenly burst out with powerful strength, and he rushed towards Galen with his bare hands.

Crocodile is not good at physical skills, and his movements under severe injuries are even clumsier than Galen who has just practiced swordsmanship.

But even so, his fists and feet poured with all courage were oppressive like a sea tide, forcing Galen to meet him with his sword.

The two sides fought fiercely again.

This time, even the dazzling sandstorms and flames were gone, only the body collisions and golden iron greetings of the two people remained.

Even the roar of thunder and the heavy rain could not cover up the heavy muffled sound and crisp sound of swords when the two sides were fighting.

After all, Crocodile is at the end of his battle, and he, who is covered with bruises, cannot beat Galen, who is always in full form, in a simple collision of physical skills.

Even so, Galen was still inexplicably shocked by Crocodile's performance:

His unreserved attacks so many times had destroyed the opponent's body until the bones were broken and the muscles collapsed, but he never destroyed Crocodile's will.

Even though his body was staggering and unstable, Crocodile's eyes were still full of fighting spirit that refused to flinch.

But in the end, he still fell to the ground with unyielding eyes.

"Hahaha"

Crocodile collapsed powerlessly in the heavy rain, and the unwillingness in his heart suddenly turned into relief:
"I lost it, I lost it from the time I came to this country."

"Whether it's the throne or ancient weapons, you can take them all!"

Facing the dying sand crocodile, Galen shook his head and told him what was in his heart:
"Believe it or not, that stuff doesn't interest me at all."

Galen said with some emotion:

"To be honest, I don't even know why you are so obsessed with an illusory ancient weapon."

"why?"

Crocodile breathed hard, recalling his original intention in his mind.

After pondering for a moment, Crocodile grinned at the corner of his bloodshot mouth and squeezed an ugly smile:

"To become the Pirate King."

"you?!"

Hearing this answer, Galen couldn't help laughing in front of a dead man:
"Your dream is also to be the Pirate King?"

"Is it funny?"

Crocodile no longer has the ability to shut Galen up, but he still stretched out a blood-stained hand to Galen with all his might:
"Let me teach you one last lesson, junior."

"Never, never laugh at a man's dreams!"

"."

Galen suppressed the smile on his face, and his expression became serious.

After pondering for a moment, Galen gently raised the blade to Crocodile's neck:

"I respect your dreams, but I don't respect you."

"No matter what your name is."

"You always have to pay it back when you come out to hang out, Sand Crocodile."

(End of this chapter)