Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Chu Feng's display of power exceeded everyone's expectations. The momentum of that sword that cut through the river and the sea was beyond their ability to explain in just a few words. Even masters such as Hua Jiansta, who are among the best in the world in swordsmanship, could only sigh and sigh. . .

As for the palm that slapped Ping Haichuan afterwards, the powerful aura revealed was just as strong as that of Whitebeard, and could even faintly overwhelm Whitebeard.

If such a strong man were to stand against them, even if they used all the combat power of the ship, they would only be [-]% sure of defeating Chu Feng.

So when Chu Feng said that he wanted to compete with Whitebeard, this sentence was like a bomb, instantly pushing the anger and worry of everyone on the Modik to the extreme!

"Passerby! Isn't it too obvious that you want to step on others at this time? You are so despicable!"

"If you want to fight dad, step over our corpses first. Don't think we are afraid of you!"

"Daddy's body is getting worse day by day, we will never let you succeed!"

Every captain looked at Chu Feng angrily, without flinching.

Whitebeard is a belief in their hearts, sacred and inviolable.

"Are you asking outsiders to pity me?"

White Beard snorted coldly, and the captains instantly quieted down. Looking at White Beard in a daze, Marco said:

"Father, passers-by want to compete with you at this time, clearly wanting to weaken our combat power, thereby hindering our plan to save Ace. Don't be provoked by his few words!"

Whitebeard's right hand reached behind him, and he held a naginata several feet long in his hand. It hit the deck with a clang, and a cyclone dispersed with a "gurgling" around him. He narrowed his eyes. , with light flashing in his eyes:

"Marco, the other party has already knocked on the door. If I don't personally teach this young boy a lesson, I won't be able to calm down."

"Dad!"

The captains shouted, and the foil swordsman tightened the sword around his waist, with cold sweat on his palms:

"Dad, in normal times we would never stop you from dueling, but these are extraordinary times and it is too risky to choose a duel at this time.

Besides, the strength of passers-by is still unclear, why don't we first explore the truth and see the depth of his strength. "

He glanced lightly at the adopted sons and saw clearly the expressions on their faces. White Beard closed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself.

Suddenly, a voice as thick as thunder came:

"Dad, let me teach this guy a lesson for you."

The sound was like a majestic resounding through the sky, and then a huge black shadow slowly emerged from the sea. From the perspective of Chu Feng and others, the figure looked like a mountain, covering half of the world!

He has fluffy red hair hanging down behind him, and a pair of horns on his forehead glow with cold light. He has a hateful face, and his green-yellow skin shows the beauty of an ancient warrior. The two sharp teeth on his lower jaw are like swords, and they seem to be able to crush any animal in one bite. skull.

"It's Little Oz!"

Someone on the Dimock immediately recognized this figure, and some of the minions were beaming with excitement, with brilliant eyes.

"It's Oz! Didn't this race become extinct hundreds of years ago?!"

Derek frowned, his face looked solemn, and he continued:

"It is rumored that Oz has a size that is not inferior to that of giants, and his strength is even greater than that of giants. I once read in a classic that the power of the demon Oz family once put the world into crisis!"

"Is it so strong? I think it's just a mountain of meat that has been beaten."

Enilu curled his lips in disdain, not paying attention at all.

"Passerby, I've heard that you have strong wrist strength, how about you let me fight with you?"

As soon as little Ozzy spoke, all the jagged sharp teeth in his mouth were fully revealed.

And Chu Feng shook his head, glanced at Ozzy lightly, and sighed:

"Tell me, what?"

"Wrist wrench." Little Ozzy.

Wrist wrestling, uh ok... uh, wait, wrist wrestling?

Did I hear you right, this stupid big guy wants to wrestle with me?

"Are you sure you want to wrestle with me?"

Chu Feng looked at Little Ozzy with an expression of disbelief, and pointed at himself.

"That's right. What, are you scared? If you are, get out of here."

"Afraid? Hehe,"

Chu Feng suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had never been afraid of anyone when it came to arm wrestling, but the opponent was huge, at least thirty meters tall, and his unusual body structure made his arms and body shape even stronger. Twice the size, he is a replica of Popeye who ate spinach.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I will lean down and get close to your boat. You can stand on the bow and put your hands on my wrists. You can use both hands. If that doesn't work, you can just push my arms with your hands.

Let me talk about it first, if you lose, you must help us save Ace unconditionally. "

He naturally listened to the previous conversation between Whitebeard and passers-by. Little Oz knew that if he could help passers-by in this operation, he would definitely be able to act as a powerful force!

Originally, all of them were mentally prepared to die when rescuing Ace this time. They were pirates and they were not afraid of death. But if Ace could be rescued without dying, none of them would be willing to end in such a bleak way.

And the appearance of passers-by is likely to be an opportunity for them to break the deadlock!

"Come on, tall guy, don't say I'm bullying you. I've always pursued fairness. If you feel your strength isn't enough, use both hands, and I won't mind."

While speaking, Chu Feng walked towards the bow of the boat and stood still.

On the other side, Little Ozzy also moved his body and slowly approached the two-masted black ship.

The sea water is hundreds of feet deep, and some areas can even reach a rare 10 kilometers. A huge body like Little Oz is only dwarfed by the deep sea. He relies on his skillful water treading skills to prevent himself from being completely destroyed. Sink into the sea.

However, this does not affect the display of his strength. We must know that for the demon race, except for some extremely cold and extremely hot special areas, they have unique environmental adaptability.

Little Oz moved closer and stretched out his arms, which were half the size of a two-masted black ship. He was not inferior to ordinary sea kings.

Chu Feng slowly approached, looked up at this species that was close at hand, and smiled faintly:

"let's start."

The demon clan itself has strange strength and has a size advantage. Oz felt that there was no suspense in this test, so he decided to give Chu Feng a showdown at the beginning to dampen the opponent's spirit.

So when Chu Feng finished speaking, little Oz used all his strength to defeat the enemy with one shot!

However, as time passed bit by bit, he still maintained the posture before wrestling his wrists, unable to push back the opponent's arm at all!

Little Ozzy was shocked to find out that all the strength he used was completely lost to the sea?

This is how the same thing?

"Little Ozzy, what are you waiting for, stop messing with him, and let passers-by see how awesome you are!"

"Yeah, Oz! Let him know that our Whitebeard Pirates are not easy to mess with!"

Someone yelled and cheered. From their point of view, Ozzy wanted to maintain the illusion of being evenly matched with the opponent first, and then use his strength to bruise the opponent.

"What's the matter? Oz, he...something seems wrong..."

Marco murmured. He was standing at the forefront of the Dimock, so he could clearly see the side of Oz's red neck and the bulging veins...

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