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"Who are you?"

Rayleigh stood in front of Roger. He could accept being led by the nose without knowing it, but he could not tolerate being teased in front of him.

It's such an obvious provocation, but you can't fall into it so easily.

"A pheasant has no name, and straw sandals have no number. When you go out, call me by my code name. Just call me Brother Jason."

"This is not a good place to spar. Just relax and don't resist me. I will find a good place for you."

With a thought of harmlessness, the internal energy filling the surroundings quickly gathered towards Roger and the other two.

Roger found this strange power very interesting, and took the initiative to relax his body and mind so that Jason's power could guide him.

His domineering attainment had long reached the peak. Even if these energies that he could not see through could plot against him, he was confident that they could not hurt him.

This is his confidence as one of the strongest men on the sea.

Jabba on the side did not hesitate, and followed the captain's footsteps to meet the internal energy.

"Ugh"

Rayleigh shook his head helplessly. As the second captain, he had never had a peaceful time dealing with such a willful captain and crew.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time and then plan the next step. If Roger can use his fists to open the way, then the initiative can be completely transferred to their hands, and they will have a considerable amount of bargaining chips.

He had also read reports about Heisenberg. With all the blood on his hands, it would not be too much for him to die as many times as he wanted.

It would be better to use it as a bargaining chip to threaten Morgans, which can be regarded as a good use of waste.

Rayleigh's eyes were always on Heisenberg, thinking about how to leave room for maneuver.

There wasn't much time left, so he didn't want to miss any chance to get a glimpse of information.

What's more, the other party is suspected to be a core member of Morgans and has greater exchange value.

Roger looked at the environment around him in surprise. It was all white and unfamiliar, but there was no sense of danger.

Either there is really no threat, or it is hidden very deeply.

He was more inclined to the latter, as his desire for a stronger opponent was an irresistible instinct.

"This is my inner energy space, you can fight me freely. First, get familiar with your body. Even though this is a temporary "illusion", it is enough."

The next moment, a surge of orange-yellow internal energy came out from the harmless fingertips, and the entire space was covered in overwhelming yellow.

"God avoids"

Roger drew out the sword he brought with him and said hello first.

"Virtual"

The harmless body became illusory, and Roger's attack passed through his body and landed in a patch of yellow haha ​​behind him.

"Don't worry, I still have to set up the duel arena."

The harmless index finger and middle finger were combined, pointing forward, and then swung left and right. The internal energy around Roger randomly flowed to both sides, blowing away all the internal energy that obscured his vision, clearly revealing the figures of everyone present.

"It's not the ability of the fruit, it's a personal ability?"

Rayleigh recalled the contents of the devil fruit encyclopedia he had seen. Although the content was not complete, it was one of the few complete encyclopedias on the market.

But there was no fruit that matched the ability of the man who called himself Brother Jason.

This man is definitely stronger than he expected. What a troublesome guy. How did Morgans find such a strong man!

Facing Roger, who would be known as the Pirate King in the future, his harmless look was still extremely relaxed.

He even took the initiative to ask Roger with interest whether he needed treatment.

"Captain Roger, do you need me to help you recover your strength? To some extent, I am actually a good doctor, a bit better than the scientist who changed his career halfway."

He wasn't bragging.

I met many kings when I traveled to various worlds, and they called me the Lord.

The method to treat his injuries is very simple, just directly infuse him with life force. Anyway, Roger's current body is just a projection of his will, not a real body.

As long as you eat enough to keep yourself full, the intensity will naturally increase.

"Hmm? I want to see what's new."

Roger ruffled his hair casually, accepting brother Jason's advice.

Although he didn't know how he got this new body without hidden injuries, he could feel that his current condition was far from his best.

"There's nothing new, just grit your teeth and bear it."

Wuhai teleported to Roger's side, continuously compressing his internal energy and pressing it directly into Roger's body.

"what…"

Roger felt pain from the strong squeezing force, and his initial judgment about Jason's ability might be related to his dream.

But now the real pain and the failure of his domineering resistance proved that all this was not an illusion.

"If I were you, you wouldn't move. At least trust your captain. Besides, this space is a backup area. Even if you really die, you are still alive and well in reality. At most, you will feel a little uncomfortable when you return."

"Let me show you a demonstration first."

Heisenberg looked at the two people who were ready to make a move and gave them a "kind" reminder.

Then he took off his head and placed it in his hand. There was no longer any clearly visible blood on his neck, but it was filled with yellow air.

"This is Brother Jason's ability, called internal energy. Your body, mine, and his are just temporary products to handle the task. Going up to fight will be nothing but air that disappears with a wave of the hand. Instead of sacrificing yourself in vain, why not sit down and have a cup of tea and chat with me?"

Heisenberg took out a tea set from the space device and sat cross-legged.

"I am increasingly curious about your abilities and energy."

Rayleigh took Heisenberg's teacup and also sat cross-legged slowly.

"Railey, you are not in a hurry, but the captain is wailing."

Jabba still didn't put down his raised axe, and glanced at Heisenberg and Brother Jason with full vigilance.

"Look for yourself, what can we accomplish in this state?"

Rayleigh swung the sword in his right hand and cut off his left hand, which also emitted yellow gas.

Sure enough, his judgment was exactly the same as Heisenberg's.

"Ah, when did you get hit?"

Jabba's head was dizzy, and he was so concerned about the captain that he forgot to observe himself.

Why is the other party's ability so unique? This is a fruit ability that he has never heard of in the black market.

"Stop imagining, it's giving me a headache. I can hear everything you're thinking in this space. I don't want to hear your mumblings."

Wuhai shouted at Rayleigh and Jabba, whose mental activities were complicated, that there was nothing more stupid than the master of the cricket space in this space.

"It's time to drink tea. This guy has this temper. He is so lazy every day. If President Morgans hadn't sent him here personally, this stinky guy wouldn't listen to me at all."

"Of course, I don't mind you following me to criticize him. It's more satisfying to criticize him in your heart than to scold him in person."

Heisenberg took a sip of his tea and patted the lid of the cup to let out the heat.