One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

“Guhahahaha!!!”

At the port, under the bright sunshine, the sea breeze blows over with a salty smell.

But the silence was broken by a sudden burst of wild laughter.

Crocodile stood at the port. He was tall and his cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. His laughter was full of provocation and disdain.

It echoed throughout the port, attracting the attention of people around.

He looked at the navy men who were blocking his way, with a hint of amusement in his expression.

In the sunshine, his robe fluttered in the wind, as if everything was under his control.

Crocodile glanced at the navy in front of him with disdain, "Do you really want to stop me?"

Although the voice was not loud, every word was clearly heard by everyone, revealing his absolute confidence in his own strength.

But the sailors in front of him were not moved at all.

They were dressed in uniforms, standing in a row with expressionless faces, firmly blocking Crocodile, demonstrating the determination and courage of the navy.

Even facing such a powerful opponent, they had no intention of retreating. Instead, they stood more closely together, forming a human wall.

Their eyes were determined, their weapons were tightly grasped, and they were ready to respond to any possible conflict at any time.

"As long as there is no order from the headquarters,"

The navy soldier raised his head and spoke in a loud and firm voice, like a blade pointing directly at the opponent's arrogance.

"We won't let you pass."

Another voice followed, resolute and unquestionable. The sea breeze blew across their serious faces, but did not take away even a trace of hesitation.

"If you have the guts, step over our dead bodies."

These words were almost gritted out of the mouth of the youngest marine, who clenched his fists and had a flame of bravery burning in his eyes.

These words seemed to break the oppressive silence, and the same determined light burned in the eyes of all the naval soldiers.

Crocodile tilted his head slightly towards these unyielding opponents, and the arrogant smile on his face became increasingly intense.

Crocodile ignored the angry looks from the marines and walked forward.

A disdainful smile appeared on his face, and the ability of the Sand-Sand Fruit in his hand was ready to be activated at any time.

Every step seems heavy and firm, and every step taken is challenging the bottom line of the navy.

His eyes were firm, his expression was cold, and his unquestionable aura made the surrounding navy unconsciously nervous.

Just as the confrontation was becoming increasingly intense, someone from the Navy suddenly spoke up: "Crocodile, do you really think you can run rampant in the Navy Headquarters?"

Although the tone was calm, the threat contained in it was obvious.

Crocodile stopped and turned to look at the naval officer who was speaking, with a smile that seemed leisurely yet provocative.

He gently spread his hands, as if to indicate that he meant no harm, but then his eyes became sharp and his tone was cold:

"You should all be clear about my purpose. I don't want to waste time here. Get out of the way, or suffer the consequences."

Crocodile took another step forward, and this time, his eyes were more determined, as if he was ready to fight.

Crocodile's skin, which was tanned by the sun and slightly rough with gravel, now looked even more gloomy and terrifying.

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, with a gleam of impatience in them.

Patience was exhausted, and the hoarse voice carried a hint of indifference in the sea breeze:

"If you block me again, don't blame me for being rude."

The air around him seemed to tremble slightly because of his anger. His hands hidden under his long sleeves were clenched tightly, and the faint sound of sand and stones grinding against each other could be heard.

A marine stood before him, a firm and serious look on his face, his body erect like an impenetrable fortress, trying to stop the seemingly stormy man with his own justice.

But Crocodile's rebellious smile had already appeared, as if he had made up his mind and his hands were already prepared.

Prepared to use the power of the fruit to sweep away everything that stands in its way.

In an instant, his palm gently moved forward and brushed across the navy's shoulder. Although the movement was light, it contained an unstoppable power.

At the moment when they were about to touch, the air seemed to freeze.

Crocodile's powerful palm wind suddenly stopped, only for an unexpected hand to firmly grasp him.

The owner of that hand was determined, and his aura was no less than Crocodile's. Their eyes met in the air, with indescribable sparks.

A hint of surprise flashed across Crocodile's face, followed by a stronger challenge.

He tried to pull his arms back with force, and each time he pulled back his arms, it was as violent as a storm.

However, like waves hitting a solid reef, apart from causing some splashes, the hand still locked him firmly.

No matter how hard Crocodile tried, he could not break free from the hand.

His efforts seemed to be exerted on a huge rock, which changed nothing except causing a series of ineffective echoes.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, and people around held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

In Crocodile's eyes, in addition to anger and unwillingness, there was also a hint of evaluation of this sudden person.

Crocodile's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared directly at the marine in front of him.

The air around him became increasingly depressing because of his anger.

But the marine was not moved at all. His eyes remained calm and he responded to Crocodile's threat without fear.

"Sand Crocodile, now that you have arrived at the Navy Headquarters, just behave yourself."

His voice was calm but full of authority, and there was no trace of sarcasm in his eyes, only a sense of responsibility and firm justice.

"Don't use the same pirate tactics you use elsewhere here."

He continued with a serious tone in his voice.

"If you use your fruit ability here, I don't mind sending you to take a bath in the sea."

The navy soldiers focused their attention on Crocodile's palm.

The scattered grains of sand were still swirling in the palm of my hand, silently telling of the danger that had just occurred.

Jinan's words seemed to have dropped a heavy stone on everyone's heart, making them realize the seriousness of the situation.

Cold sweat involuntarily broke out on their foreheads.

During the tense confrontation, a navy soldier said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Vice Admiral Jin An, for saving my life."

They had all heard about the power of the Sand-Sand Fruit if Crocodile came into contact with their bodies.

The other party may not kill people here, but most of them will probably lose water and turn into mummies.

Their eyes were filled with gratitude and respect for Jinan.

The navy soldiers still felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, at the most dangerous moment, there was such a lieutenant general standing on their side.

Crocodile's face was filled with mixed emotions.

Originally, he wanted to use the navy in front of him to establish his authority.

As a result, he was stopped by the other party.

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