Pirate: I, destroy the engine

"Asshole, Luo, go to hell! Shadow Horn Gun!"

Moria, who collided with Luo's swords, screamed and waved his left hand.

The shadows under his feet formed a spear, trying to pierce Luo.

"baton."

Luo raised his finger, and the ground beneath their feet lifted directly into the air.

Not only did he dodge the attack, but Moria, who was unprepared, also swayed and lost control of Luo.

"Cardiac shock."

Luo, who was ready, stabbed Moria hard with his left thumb.

On his thumb, high-frequency current flashed and made a sizzling sound.

"Tsk, tsk, this Moria's strength has dropped too much since losing to Kaido."

"When I saw him in Rogge Town, I thought he had quite a future."

Warring States sighed and shook his head slightly.

Once, many pirates gathered when Roger was executed.

Among them, Sand Crocodile and Moria were the first to become famous among the younger generation at that time.

Red Hair, Hawkeye, and Brother Ming, who were also watching the ceremony, were just unknown people for several years after Roger's death.

However, Sand Crocodile and Moria entered the new world early to challenge Whitebeard and Kaido, and they were in the limelight for a while.

It's just that two people who had everything going smoothly failed and never rose again.

"This is the biggest difference between the strong and the weak!"

Garp was also very emotional and told the truth.

"Roger, Whitebeard, Kaido and Big Mom, who have not experienced failure?"

"Those people will join the Rocks Pirates, aren't they because they were beaten up by Rocks and lost their temper?"

"Roger just entered the new world and was bullied by Rocks."

Failure is never terrible, but the terrible thing is that the will will be depressed because of it.

The strong ones are those who survive failures and finally reach the top.

Whitebeard, Golden Lion and Big Mom all joined the Rocks Pirates.

With their arrogance, why should they listen to Rocks' orders?

There's nothing you can do if you don't accept it, they were beaten to it!

But Roger was even worse. He kept getting beaten because he refused to obey Rocks.

"Sand Crocodile seems to be unable to defeat Fick's disciple!"

"He has only been at sea for two months, and Fick probably hasn't taught him a few days. This talent is enough."

Zefa didn't answer the two's words and kept observing Erte.

After all, he is a disciple of Fick, so he is considered his disciple, so it is worth noting.

I saw that An Erte's fighting style was very inconsistent with his immature face.

Extremely ferocious and brutal, the knife struck directly at the vital point.

And almost regardless of their lives, they attack with a style of play that abandons defense.

To put it simply, I only focus on offense, and the defense is left to the surrounding ghost energy.

The sword slashed at the sand crocodile fiercely, and the condensed blood-weeping dragon also kept biting.

Arrogant as a crocodile in the sand, Arte suppressed him to the point of losing his temper.

"It's really good, but although the attack is fierce, the sword moves are too imitative of Fick."

"The path to kendo is not just about imitation, you have to go your own way."

"He is only one point away from being a great swordsman."

Warring States had a very vicious vision and commented sharply on An Erte.

Erte, Weeping Blood Demon and Weeping Blood Demon Dragon are all imitating Fick's Wind Shadow and Wind Dragon series.

It's impossible to become a great swordsman without stepping out of Fick's shadow.

With the demon sword's ghostly energy bursting out, An Erte is almost as strong as the great swordsman, but not after all.

"Well! Then just force him."

Fick nodded repeatedly and smiled.

"An Erte, from now on, give up your ghost energy."

"If you can't become a great swordsman, you will die at the hands of the sand crocodile!"

A stone flew towards the two men, interrupting their fight, and Fike shouted.

An Erte can imitate him only because of his demonic sword and ghostly energy.

Without ghost energy, Anter couldn't imitate him even if he wanted to.

And with Sand Crocodile's current strength, without the increase of ghost energy, An Erte is no match for Sand Crocodile.

Unless he becomes a great swordsman, he will die at the hands of Sand Crocodile.

"is teacher."

Anter had no doubts or hesitations about Fick's instructions.

Put the third generation of Devil May Cry into the scabbard, and the ghostly aura in his body also disappeared.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

Sand Crocodile also laughed in anger, and his whole body trembled with laughter.

The cold air emanating from its body is even worse than that of the blue pheasant.

"Whetstone? Use me as a whetstone!"

"Fike, I lost to you once, are you going to humiliate me like this?"

"Look out for me, your disciple will die because of you."

The sand crocodile stared at Fick with red eyes and roared with gnashed teeth.

He lost to Whitebeard back then, which was an honor even though he lost, so he was invited by the Navy to become a Shichibukai.

And losing to Fick is pure shame, a great shame and humiliation.

Even if Fick is a monster now, no one would think it is his glory.

At this moment, Fike's words completely humiliated him.

"Maybe you misunderstood. The teacher didn't take you seriously at all, and of course he didn't mean to humiliate you."

Ant waved his palms, preparing to attack.

"Oh, Fick, are you really so arrogant?"

It was okay if An Erte didn't say anything, but he became even more angry when he mentioned Sand Crocodile.

Not humiliating him?

Why, isn't he even qualified to be in Fick's eyes now?

Fick didn't respond, but looked up at the horizon.

At the same time, Sengoku, Fujitora and others who were watching the battle also looked at the same place.

"Huh, huh..."

Erte drew his sword and struck out, and two ordinary blue flying slashes flew out.

"Asshole, you are really arrogant!"

The sand crocodile's teeth were almost broken, but it could only fight and could not attack Fike.

With their knowledge and domineering attitude, they didn't even notice anything unusual on the horizon.

"It seems that I can't watch any more!"

Fick, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, stood up with the Wind Blade.

"Whirring whirring……"

Far away on the horizon, out of sight, a divine dragon soared above the clouds.

A bright red light flashed in his mouth.

"Heat breath."

He opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a huge pillar of flame roared out.

With the destructive power of Kaido's heat breath, one blow was enough to penetrate Dressrosa.

Astonishingly, Kaido didn't care that there were still his own people on the island, and launched a crazy all-out attack.

"What a lunatic."

"Pfft, hahahaha, this mouthful of phlegm is quite cruel."

"Kaido, you're too arrogant."

"Ah la la! This has nothing to do with me, it's not for me."

"I shouldn't need to take action!"

Sengoku, Garp, Zefa, Aokiji and Fujitora each spoke.

However, all five of them remained motionless, showing no intention of resisting.

"It's coming for me, can't I block it?"

Fick rolled his eyes and said angrily.

It's not like he can't block a hot breath, so there's no need for you to shirk it.

"That madman Kaido is really causing trouble for me."

"You hot breath, you've never killed anyone before!"

The hot breath from the sky has entered his eyes, and Fike complained softly.

The heat breath, destructive power and damage range are very strong.

But, who did Rexi kill?

Kozuki Oden can block it, and so can the Nine Red Scabbard Heroes, but it’s useless!