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

"who"

The three of them asked into the dark crater at the same time.

Kick, kick, kick

There was a soft sound of walking, as if someone was walking up the steps step by step from the abyss.

Michelin's shirt and pants were burned and tattered. He walked up from the bottom of the pit step by step, stepping on the air.

Fujitora frowned. He didn't recognize Michelin, but what he was using seemed to be the Moon Step in the Navy's Sixth Style, but it didn't look like the Moon Step.

Because the movement produced when using the Moon Step cannot be so small, and it cannot be as stable and calm as the young man below.

While Luo was observing Michelin, his eyes were looking elsewhere. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Brother Ming also stared at Michelin. He felt that the guy in front of him was familiar, so he frowned and did not recall it.

As the memories came back, veins popped up on Brother Ming's head, and then he suddenly laughed again.

"Fufufufu, it's you, it's been a long time since we last met."

"You bastard, you just knew that your thread almost torn apart the labor and management, and you, the one wearing the hat, where did you go? The most outrageous thing is you, the admiral of the navy is amazing, and summoning meteorites at will is amazing, you see This outfit of mine is the only outfit I have now."

Michelin just stood in the air, scolding the three of them, regardless of their expressions. At this moment, he was very angry.

He was hit by a meteorite out of nowhere, almost slashed by a knife, and cut by a wire. He managed to dodge it, but Fujitora's meteorite bounced off him and pinned him down.

Originally, such a large meteorite should have been discovered very early, but his attention was all on Fujitora at that time. This guy was gesticulating there, and Feng Matata couldn't hear clearly.

Fujitora glanced at Luo, whose eyes were wandering, and then bowed apologetically to Michelin.

"Sorry, I never expected pedestrians to appear in the sky."

"Can no one just throw meteorites around? Even if they don't hit anyone, look at the flowers and plants here, all of which are covered by you..."

Michelin looked at his clothes and became more and more angry. "Fly well, what kind of meteorite are you summoning? A man with a knife can pull the meteorite down at every turn."

Luo looked at the momentum of Michelin's quarrel. Fujitora and Ming Ge's attention was on him, which was good.

Turn your palm downward and release a circle silently.

'room'

Fujitora and Ming Ge noticed it immediately. At the same time, they left Michelin who was cursing and attacked Luo in a flash.

'String'

A very fast thread passed through the air and shot through a stone. Luo already appeared more than twenty meters away.

After landing, Luo didn't linger at all, turned around and ran into the forest.

Doflamingo fired several more 'bullets' at his back, but Luo dodged them all, and then went after Luo.

"Are you going to play hide and seek, Luo?"

Fujitora looked at the two people walking away, put the half-drawn sword back into its sheath, and turned to look at Michelin, who could already feel his eyes on him.

Just when he was about to stop Luo, he felt a murderous aura locking on him, so he didn't take action just now.

"I'm very sorry for hitting you with a meteorite just now. I don't know why I stopped you."

Michelin walked out of the crater, looked at Ming Ge and Luo walking away, and then said to Fujitora.

"Do you think delayed justice can still be called justice?"

Fujitora's blind eyes opened, and a pair of white eyes without pupils stared at Michelin.

"Delayed justice, little brother, I think we should forget it. After all, it is better late than never. Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Michelin shook his head.

"Not satisfied."

After hearing this, Fujitora put his right hand on the handle of the knife, vigilantly sensed Michelin with his aura of knowledge, and then said in a low voice.

"Really, are you not satisfied with this?"

"Then can you tell me what justice is, former Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Michelin boy."

Michelin smiled when he saw that the other party still recognized him.

"Please call me: Lebrey Z. Michelin."

Fujitora's hand slowly moved to the position of the knife's head, and his thumb gently pushed the knife out.

"Z? It seems that you have inherited Zefa's will, but you just don't know what you mean by justice. If possible, can you go to my warship and have a good talk about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew the sword out of its sheath with his right hand and quickly drew a circle in the air, sending circles of purple-black gravity waves flying into the sky.

A meteorite larger than before fell from the sky and hit the Michelin in front of him.

"I've told you a long time ago that a general is great. Can a general just smash meteorites at will?"

Michelin didn't have the habit of standing there honestly waiting for the opponent's attack to hit him. He stared at the knife in Fujitora's hand with a look in his eyes.

'Second Gear·Meteor'

The sand beneath his feet exploded into a deep pit of about two meters, and Michelin rushed in front of Fujitora like a shooting star with a brilliant tail flame.

His right fist struck hard on Toru Nagaso Yatora, who was half unsheathed by Fujitora. The huge impact energy pushed Fujitora deep into the forest.

Fujitora held the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other to resist Michelin's fist, smashing countless big trees behind him.

"Brother Michelin, compared to the rebellious Shichibukai, your priority seems to be higher. The Navy has already drafted a reward order for you. Ninety-sixty million is really a high number!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the purple-black gravity wave instantly covered the two of them. Michelin suddenly felt his whole body sinking, and then his speed immediately slowed down.

He stepped hard in the air with both feet, and his body swept back. The gravity disappeared only after he had retreated more than ten meters from Fujitora's body.

Fujitora slid his feet a long distance on the ground, lowered his center of gravity, and held the knife in his backhand.

"Gravity Knife Tiger"

The twisted gravity field formed a colorful tiger that rushed towards Michelin. All the trees, soil and vines along the way were crushed by the twisted gravity.

"As expected of a newly promoted general, your random attacks are not in line with the stability you show."

Michelin looked at the purple-black tiger flying towards him, bent his legs into a horse stance, his muscles suddenly expanded, and he closed his fists to his waist.

"Third Gear·Dark Star"

Michelin slowly punched forward, an ordinary forward punch, unpretentious.

Tiger so.

The tiger formed by the continuously distorted gravity came into contact with Michelin's slow fist, and a dark light spot appeared on Michelin's fist.

Just like a black hole, deep, mysterious, and able to swallow everything.

The gravity tiger was swallowed up by the blackness in front of Michelin's fist like a mud cow entering the sea.

Fujitora turned his head slightly, habitually pointing his ears towards Michelin.

This was a habit he had developed before he became more sophisticated in seeing, hearing, and coloring. He used his hearing to distinguish the enemy's offensive, image, and mood.