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

The cheers in the stands stopped abruptly.

It was as if a crowing rooster was suddenly strangled by the neck. The entire arena was silent for several seconds, and then burst into shocking cheers.

The huge sound shook away the clouds in the night sky, and the moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the smoke-filled golden arena.

Just as they thought and hoped, King Shichibukai was greater than the Vice Admiral.

However, when the smoke and dust dissipated, the cheers gradually weakened until they disappeared, and the needle drop could be heard here again.

'Third gear'

Michelin, who was two and a half meters tall and covered in brown and black body, stood unscathed on the ring. The surrounding ring was covered with horrific slash marks.

Edward Weibull was also very surprised that Michelin could survive the attack just now, as if he had discovered a very durable toy, he smiled.

Laughing saliva and snot dripped down onto the golden ring simultaneously.

Tick.

The sound of spit hitting the ring seemed to signal the start of the second round of the fight. Michelin struck first, and circles of air explosions erupted on the golden ring.

Weibull's silly face showed a puzzled expression, and Michelin disappeared in front of his eyes.

As a tall, macho man with the IQ of a 5-year-old child, he only relies on his arrogant and abnormal strength and fighting skills completely dominated by instinct.

Even if he didn't deliberately capture Michelin's movement, he could use extremely fast reactions to block and counterattack the moment Michelin's fist hit the back of his head.

Weibull's power is simply abnormal, the kind of domineering application that integrates instinct, and the attack that doesn't require any thinking at all.

Michelin's figure kept moving around Weibull, while looking for flaws in the opponent, but in Michelin's view, Weibull's whole body was full of flaws.

However, when he went up to attack those flaws, Weibull was able to block his attack with his weird posture and reflexes.

This situation lasted for several minutes, with explosions caused by the two fighting each other in the ring from time to time. The golden ring had become dilapidated after the two fighting many times.

"It's not fun. It's like a fly that Weibull can't catch."

Weibull in the middle of the ring suddenly put his naginata on the ring, which shook the whole ring and began to fall apart. Seeing this, Michelin quickly moved in the air with a moon step.

Tezzolo frowned and destroyed the golden arena he had built. He was very shameless. He moved forward with his right hand, and a large amount of gold flew out from the golden liquid around the arena. Then he rebuilt and reinforced the arena. Increase height.

Weibull was immediately attracted by the changes in front of him and clapped his hands happily.

Michelin, on the other hand, stopped in the air and then burst out with a speed that had been hidden all this time.

When he appeared behind the unresponsive Weibull and slowly pulled out a boxing frame, people heard a sonic boom in the air.

Miss Bajin, who had been paying attention to the battle in the ring, had just noticed Michelin's figure and immediately shouted loudly.

"Son, behind me."

Weibull turned around naively, and then was enveloped by a terrifying aura.

"Third Gear·Dark Star"

It was a simple and unremarkable punch, which could even be said to be extremely slow, hitting Weibull's abdomen squarely.

Then just like that, Weibull and Michelin stayed in the middle of the ring.

The viewing platform turned on silent mode again, and everyone held their breath. Although they couldn't see how Michelin moved behind Weibull, they couldn't understand the terrifying power contained in Michelin's soft punch. .

But it does not prevent them from being influenced by people who understand, and then they also hold their breath and wait for the results.

"It hurts."

The stagnant atmosphere existed for a second and a half, and then was broken by Weibull's cry of pain.

Edward Weibull staggered back with his skinny legs, and threw aside the naginata in his hand, covering his stomach with both hands.

"It hurts, it hurts, Weibull is angry, Weibull wants to kill you..."

However, Weibull's reaction made Michelin's whole body stand on end. He ate his Dark Star head-on, and that was all.

Regardless of Weibull who was screaming in pain, Michelin immediately activated his superhuman realm, assimilating the gold on the ground into rubber and wrapping it around himself.

"Fourth gear, body of a titan."

Just when Michelin started to awaken the fruit, Weibull had already grabbed the naginata again, and his whole aura had completely changed. Black invisible aura overflowed from his body, and his face was full of spite. The horrific scars made his face even more ferocious.

With the roar, Weibull swung his naginata and slashed at the chest of Michelin, who had grown to a height of ten meters.

Michelin left the superhuman realm and swung his huge fist to hit the knife that hit his chest.

'Boom'

There was a huge explosion, and everyone on the viewing platform covered their ears in pain; the strong wind blew violently at the spectators in the auditorium.

To be honest, what just happened was beyond most of their cognition, whether it was the awakening of the fruit or the terrifying aura exuded by Weibull.

Of course, there are also those who know a little bit, such as some high-ranking navy officials, a big pirate with a bounty of over [-] million, and the solemn-looking Tezzolo.

He regrets it now: the tickets were sold cheaply.

The battle in the ring does not wait for the guests in the audience to react.

Michelin flicked away Weibull's naginata, and then ripples surged on his other arm, which had already been prepared, and then there seemed to be an afterimage on the arm.

A punch has already hit Weibull's face, one punch after another.

A series of drum beats sounded on the ring, and Michelin's huge brown-black fist greeted Weibull's face crazily.

Weibull's body, which had been enduring, was quickly blasted into the golden ring. However, Michelin did not stop, and his fists continued to pound.

The huge double fists that were struck continuously like afterimages turned the golden arena into a bowl shape. After pouring out continuous attacks for more than five minutes, Michelin exhaled a white breath and finally stopped the attack.

Tezzolo immediately manipulated the gold to restore the arena. In the center of the giant bowl, Weibull, covered in blood, was dragged by the gold and revealed.

At this moment, he was in a very miserable state, covered in blood, his eyes turned white as if he had fainted, and his crescent-shaped beard was also dyed red with blood.

Although Michelin stopped attacking, he was already watching Weibull with vigilance. He did not believe that Edward Weibull could become the King's Shichibukai.