Pirate: I, destroy the engine

Here, Ace started to stall for time, fighting Blackbeard but unable to retreat.

The other battle groups were equally fierce and strange.

As the battle lasted, everyone noticed the changes in the battle situation.

In particular, the three veterans of the Navy took action, which is even more exciting.

And to say that the most anxious person on the battlefield is the Sand Crocodile!

His allies, Ming Ge and Moria, are both dead. Can he not be anxious?

Next, will Fick let him go?

Not to mention Fick, even Fick's disciple An Erte is very difficult to deal with.

"Qiang..."

Sand Crocodile's Golden Hook collided with Erte's third-generation Devil May Cry, and the two were separated at the first touch.

"Haha, happy, happy."

"This is the first time since I debuted that I have fought against someone to this extent."

Anter, who was covered in blood, raised his head and laughed excitedly.

Even though his strength was weakening due to severe injuries and excessive bleeding, Anert became even more excited.

The strength is weakening, but the momentum is rising steadily, and the eyes are getting brighter.

He could already feel that he was about to embark on his own path of swordsmanship.

No longer imitating Teacher Fick, only having the form of the teacher's sword moves, but without the power of the teacher's sword moves.

Every sword strike has a different flavor than the teacher's sword.

The great swordsman will succeed today!

"Huh...huh..."

The sand crocodile, on the other hand, was panting like an ox and had difficulty breathing.

Due to the lack of lung lobes, the lungs feel like they are on fire and cannot exert their full power.

If it weren't for the lung injury, one year of training in the new world would be enough for him to return to his peak fighting strength.

Hateful, hateful!

Sand Crocodile looked down at his chest, where the stitching marks were still there.

Although Fick's knife avoided the vital part of his heart, it also left him with missing sternum and lung lobes.

He searched all over the New World for doctors, but could not completely cure him.

"Damn it, I have to find a way to leave."

The Sand Crocodile raised its head again, thinking of retreating.

He is now in much better shape than Anter, but he has basically no chance of defeating the opponent.

As long as the opponent enters the realm of great swordsman, he will definitely lose.

What's more, the other party still has Fike who has the secret, but he has no ally.

Sand Crocodile never believed in the cunning Blackbeard.

"Haha, if you want to leave now, it's impossible."

"If you provoke the teacher, I will definitely remove the obstacles for the teacher."

Arte saw the Sand Crocodile's intention to retreat and immediately laughed.

The teacher's enemy is his enemy, and he will never hold back.

Raising his hand to wipe away the blood flowing into his eyes, Anter slashed again.

The thin layer of blood in his eyes made Ant look even more fierce.

A bloodthirsty spirit surged from Anert's body.

"With my blood, I swear to kill the enemy."

Anter held the blade tightly with his left hand and slowly drew it out.

The blade cut across the palm of his hand, and blood infected the blade.

"One-sword style, Iai, flash of blood."

When the blade completely passed through his palm, Anert disappeared on the spot.

A stunning long bloody line was instantly pulled in front of the Sand Crocodile.

"Sand wall."

The sand crocodile quickly waved his hands, and gravel surged.

Endless quicksand, crazily piled up and squeezed together to form a wall.

The quicksand, which is supposed to be loose and low-density, is as indestructible under the control of the sand crocodile.

However, the long bloody line still penetrated the sand wall and was unstoppable.

An Erte, who appeared behind Sand Crocodile, was slowly sheathing his sword.

"Pfft."

A long line of blood streaked across the sand crocodile's body, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Even with armed and domineering protection, Sand Crocodile is still unable to withstand the edge of the third generation of Devil May Cry.

"The war situation has turned around, are you ready to pay the price?"

Anter turned around, his steps staggering slightly, but his tone was somewhat relaxed.

Sand crocodile, no chance.

Even if he is covered in scars and cannot last long, he will still win.

On the other side, Warring States looked sideways at An Erte and pushed forward with his palm.

"Your disciple is pretty good. When will you let him join the navy?"

Arriving in front of Fick, Seng Guo asked with shining eyes.

Ant is indeed very potential.

Even without Fick, it is possible to compete for the throne of the world's greatest swordsman.

That's not right. Without Fick, maybe he would have died.

However, there is no doubt that this is a good seedling.

If you join the navy, the general is not sure, and a candidate for general will be indispensable.

If he could find the original Devil May Cry for him, he would definitely become a general.

"He is a good boy. Although he fights crazy, his heart is not bad."

Garp also punched and nodded repeatedly.

Fike's disciple is much more talented than his disciples Kebi and Bellumeb.

"Well... let's not talk about this for now."

Fike blocked Sengoku with a knife, made a fist with his left hand and faced Garp, shaking his head in thought.

Then, the power that Peimo could not handle was transferred from the two of them, and Fick was immediately knocked away.

"Probably, there will be something else I need his help with in the future."

Turning his head to look at Erte's battle situation, Fick was also very satisfied.

An Erte did not disappoint him. His talent was not weaker than that of Liu Suolong with three swords.

However, after becoming a great swordsman, his third-generation swordsman Devil May Cry is no longer worthy of his status as a great swordsman.

Not having a good sword has a great impact on the strength of the great swordsman.

One year later, the Straw Hats will start again.

Zoro will definitely challenge him then.

In Fick's view, he was too bullying when he faced Sauron in person, and it was enough to leave it to Anter.

As long as he can find the first-generation Devil May Cry or the second-generation Devil May Cry, and add his teachings, Erte should be able to defeat Sauron.

Even if you have the first-generation Devil May Cry in hand, it is enough to challenge Hawkeye.

When the time comes, his master and apprentice will occupy the positions of the first and second greatest swordsmen in the world, which will also be a good story.

"You kid, you still want to be lazy."

Warring States continued to pursue, seeming to curse in anger.

It would be too lazy to ask disciples to help.

"The second generation Devil May Cry is in the Tianlong people's treasure house and will be delivered to you in a while."

"As for the first generation of Devil May Cry, it will take some time to look for it."

Then, Sengoku changed the subject again, with a smile on his face.

The world government is powerful and naturally has many treasures.

There are also many famous swords of all kinds.

However, no one has dared to use the second generation of Devil May Cry.

After all, there are only a few people who can control the demon sword.

"Really! That would be great."

Fick was the first to counterattack, slashing at Sengoku with a smile on his face.

It's good that he doesn't have to worry about finding a saber for Anter.

"Boom."

The shock wave collided with the blade, and the impact cracked the ground.

"Next, Blackbeard will be dealt with."

"Anyway, you have a grudge against him, so you must not let him escape."

"I originally wanted to use his hand to deal with Ace, but unfortunately Ace has grown too fast, and there is no need for him to stay."

The two were in a stalemate, and Warring States glanced at Blackbeard with cold eyes.

As a former navy marshal, Sengoku was not a kind person.

Blackbeard had no use value and was discarded without hesitation.

He gave Blackbeard the Shock Fruit, but Blackbeard didn't live up to expectations.

As the only dual fruit user in the sea, not even Ace can deal with it.

"Row."

Fike's expression remained unchanged and he nodded slightly.

Blackbeard is also his must-kill target on this trip.