I am brushing up materials in One Piece

Daz's hand grabbed the chain and pulled hard, pulled hard, pulled, pulled...

The chain that was pierced into the ground was almost unmoved and showed no sign of being pulled out.

"Uh, this..."

Daz looked at Kos with some embarrassment. Even he who was cold by nature couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he thought of the heroic words just now.

After all, he had just said, "This kind of thing can't trap me!" and then he was quickly slapped in the face.

"How deep do you think I drove the chains?"

Kos looked at Daz with a smile,

"Two meters underground, it's impossible for a person of your level to break free."

As he said that, Kos took a few big breaths obviously. The LV2 fruit ability was already at its limit, but fortunately it was just enough.

Whether it was to cover up his embarrassment or because he was naturally stubborn, Daz did not give up on breaking free from the chains.

After seeing that the brute force was hopeless, he turned his hands into blades and chopped the chains around him with all his strength. However, after the sound of "dang, dang, dang," the iron was struck, only a few sparks flew up, and there were no traces left on the chains generated by Kos. Any visible traces.

So Daz turned his arms into circular blades and turned them at high speed like a chainsaw. However, after the fierce collision with the chain, the result was nothing more than a lot more sparks flying up.

Seeing the attack that made a harsh noise just by idling, Kos was extremely lucky to have controlled Daz before he showed his full strength, otherwise it would have been really difficult.

"Come on."

Seeing Daz working hard to no avail, Kos yawned in boredom.

"It seems that you are nothing more than that. With a body of steel, you are helpless against the chains of steel."

After examining the traces he left on the chain, Daz understood that what Kos said was true. He would probably have to grind day and night for a long time to break the chain.

So he grabbed the two chains again and pulled hard. To his surprise, the pull actually made him pull. At the same time, Kos also changed his relaxed look and pressed his hands down nervously.

After Kos reacted nervously, Daz found that he could no longer pull the chain, so he decisively judged that maintaining the stability of the chain required Kos to actively maintain it.

After thinking of this, Daz braced his horse again, grasped the chain with both hands and pulled back hard.

At first it was still motionless, but as he continued to exert force, he could clearly feel the chains loosening, and the face of Kos opposite him gradually became as ugly as constipation.

Daz became more and more convinced that as long as he continued to work hard, he would be able to break free, so the veins in his arms popped out and he increased the pulling force again.

"Whoa-"

Chains rose from the ground.

But it wasn't just the chains being pulled by Daz, all the chains were off the ground.

And rather than being pulled out by force, it was more like they came out on their own initiative, so Daz, who had just pulled hard enough, began to move backwards rapidly.

Seeing that he was about to fall onto a buttock, Kos "kindly" grabbed the two chains, and then pulled hard to pull Daz, who was temporarily unable to exert any strength, into the air.

"Remember, this is also called a war that never tires of deceit."

Kos swung Daz in a semi-circular arc in the air, and finally threw him into the sea with a "pop".

Daz, who was thrown into the sea, flopped on the surface of the sea a few times, then "gurgled" and swallowed the seawater and sank to the bottom of the sea.

When there was no more noise of Daz struggling on the chain, Kos slowly pulled him out of the water.

Looking at the motionless Daz on the ground, Kos stepped on his strong pecs a few times out of humanitarianism. After paying the price of several cuts on the soles of his shoes, Daz finally vomited out a few big mouthfuls of sea water to recover. Awareness.

"You are so despicable!"

After waking up, Daz's first words when he saw Kos were this. Then he stood up like a carp and assumed a fighting posture.

"Let's do it again!"

But Kos waved his hand and refused, because the remaining value (material) of Daz was gone, and his mood improved a lot after teasing Daz.

But Daz didn't care about this, he was about to rush forward as he spoke.

Kos had no choice but to raise his hand and control the chain still connected to Daz's body to penetrate into the ground.

Having learned the last lesson, Daz immediately circled his body with his hands, grabbed all the chains in his hands, and pulled them to prevent them from going deeper into the ground.

But the chains he grabbed coiled up his arms like poisonous snakes, and soon they wrapped around his whole body and wrapped him into an oversized rice dumpling, with only half of his face exposed.

"If I were mean, you would be a corpse on the bottom of the sea by now."

Kos kicked down Daz, who could only jump forward, stepped on him and asked,

"Speaking of which, why are you so persistent in wanting to fight me?"

"I was only taught how to kill people from birth, but I am a disposable item. I trained for more than ten years just for one successful assassination. When I killed the only target, I lost the meaning of my existence. , I can only continue to do the only thing I know how to do.”

Daz spoke indifferently, his tone was as calm as a killer.

"Then you go ahead and continue being your killer! What's the point of pestering me?"

Kos kicked Daz a few times in dissatisfaction.

"The arena I set up is about one point. I welcome you to fight. If you lose, it would be pointless to continue to argue."

"Because I'm a killer."

Daz spoke slowly,

"A battle is meaningless if it does not end with the death of one of the parties."

"Then it's okay if I throw you into the sea?"

Kos pointed to the sea water next to him and said.

Daz didn't answer, but there was an indifferent expression on his face.

Looking at Daz's expression that seemed rather world-weary than fearful of life and death, Kos felt a little pity for him.

"Speaking of which, don't you have any hobbies or dreams while you're alive? You're going to die, and this look on your face makes me have no desire to do anything."

"Hobby? Dream?"

Whispering these two words, Daz suddenly turned away as if he remembered something.

"No, no."

Such a poor cover-up naturally failed to hide it from Kos, and he immediately realized that Daz's hobbies and dreams seemed a bit difficult to talk about.

Then I searched for the plot related to Daz in my brain, and then smiled and said:

"Wait, I remembered, your dream seems to be to become a hero."

"You, how did you know?"

Daz first showed an expression of disbelief, and then rolled on the ground with pain and resistance on his face...

"Puff-"

Gone into the boiling water.