One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

"Are you serious?"

Zoren looked at Jinbei in surprise, and Jinbei raised his domineering and wild eyebrows and said angrily, "If I tell you, there will be something wrong."

"Then I would be disrespectful."

Zoren said, also stepping forward and confronting Jinbei.

Jinbei took a slight breath and explained, "If it were other humans, there is absolutely no possibility of mastering Yuman Karate. Not only does the power of performing this kind of taijutsu have to reach a certain value, so as to reach the point of generating strength. Taijutsu practitioners You must also be able to control the strength freely, so that you can operate it in a strong or soft manner as you wish."

"And we fishmen are born with wrist strength that is ten times higher than that of humans. We are also good at water. Even on the seabed under 10,000 meters, we can easily move freely in seawater with tons of pressure. We are very sensitive to seawater. The skills of strength and softness, force-reduction and transport have been inherited in the blood of the race thousands of years ago. Even so, if you want to learn and master Yu-man Karate, you must be the best among the Yu-men warriors."

Having said this, Jinbei looked at Zoron in surprise and said inexplicably, "So I was very shocked when I saw you mastering the water striking technique last time in the Umi no Mori."

"Jinbei, this is the potential of human beings." Zoron chuckled, "I know you are biased against humans, but I advise you never to underestimate humans. Compared to giants, small humans, long-haired people, and You fish-men race are indeed much better than humans in racial talent, but in terms of physical potential, humans who are mediocre in all aspects are much better."

Seeing Jinbei curling up his lips in disbelief, Zoren said calmly, "If I told you that it only took five years for me to reach this level of strength from an ordinary person, would you believe it?"

"Five years? You're kidding, how is this possible..."

Hearing this, Jinbei's eyes widened, and the words he subconsciously blurted out gradually weakened to the point of becoming mute under Zoren's faint smile.

After a moment of silence, Jinbei said with difficulty, "Brother Zoren, it really only took you five years to achieve your current strength?"

"To be precise, it should be about four years and seven months."

"Even if you say you started training from the womb, I won't doubt it. But if it really took more than four years, then I really underestimated you before!"

Jinbei could only force himself to calm down at Zoren's frightening words in an understatement, muttering "monster" secretly in his mind.

Because this can no longer be described as a human genius alone. Superman-like growth rate, monster-level strength, mature and wise thinking, when these advantages are all concentrated in a teenage boy, even if it is placed in the world or even The Grand Line can also be ranked at the top among the newcomers of the Super Star from all forces [World Government, Navy, Pirates, etc.].

"To be honest, I am looking forward to your future even more now." Jinbei grinned, feeling particularly happy that Zoren was a friend rather than an enemy at this time.

No one wants to offend a newcomer with astonishing potential, because even if he does not have the ability to threaten you now, once he joins a top pirate group, he can still hold the position of captain and give him another year or two to develop. It's even harder to say.

"Then let's get started."

Zoren looked indifferent and raised his finger provocatively towards Jinbei.

"Brother Zoren, don't be careless - let me show you the true secret of fishman karate!"

As he spoke, Jinbei stepped on his clogs, leaving crisp footsteps on the deck. His bloated and fat body jumped up nimbly and pressed down towards Zoren.

Zoren turned his steps and did not retreat. He turned around and rushed forward. However, he took advantage of Jinbei's shot with his close experience and used his hands to rest on the cold floor. While his whole body rolled, his left leg twitched like a long whip. Jinbei was still in mid-air, unable to stop the tendency of falling forward. To others, it looked like he was actively bumping into Zoren's thigh, perfectly demonstrating the technique of cutting in from behind.

"Well done!" Jinbe exclaimed in admiration. He opened his thick and generous hands and grabbed Zoren's thigh that was attacking quickly. Zoren felt that before his power could explode, he was guided and defused by a soft force in Jinbe's hand. .

"It's not over yet." Zoren narrowed his eyes, his waist bounced hard, and he kicked and raised his other right leg into Jinbei's arms.

This time, the kicking technique was several times more powerful than the previous one. The toes cut through the arc of the air, bursting out with a faint and dazzling blue light, which was also accompanied by a shrieking sound of a bird.

"Arashi Legs-Kaitori!"

"Huh?" Looking at the powerful kick that was approaching, Jinbei stared seriously, and suddenly stretched out his fist forward, no longer with the power of judo, but overbearing enough to press the air, and roared towards it. .

"Five thousand tile Zhengquan!"

The toes with blue light vacuum kicks collided with the fists that raised air waves domineeringly. The air waves were set off and strong winds blew away the clothes of the two of them, and even the sails of the ship they were on were fluttering.

This is because both Zoren and Jinbei deliberately controlled their own power, and only used their physical skills to compete. Otherwise, if they had really used their full strength, the aftermath of the collision would have been enough to shatter the hull of the ship.

Jinbe let go of Zoren's left leg, and the moment their bodies intertwined, he used the powerful force of his feet to step on it: "Same palm sole!"

Although it had not yet completely reached the top of his feet, the strong air waves that pushed the air in advance made Zoren lower his body slightly, as if he was bearing this huge pressure.

"Shave!" At the critical moment, Zollen's figure disappeared from the place with a whoosh.

"So fast." Jinbei's eyes darkened, he twisted his waist, and forcefully resolved the kick that was about to land on the deck. At the same time, Zoren's disappearing figure gradually appeared behind Jinbei and continued the attack smoothly.

"Finger gun-punch!"

"Seven thousand tiles roundhouse kick!"

In response to Zoren's fierce punch, Jinbei used the force to raise his leg and meet it again with a roundhouse kick powerful enough to split seven thousand tiles.

"Bang!!!"

Their fists and feet collided again, and then separated, regaining a certain distance.

"It's not bad, brother Zoren." Jinbe grinned, but he didn't expect that Zoren would be given the opportunity to attack several times in a row. He took the initiative first and ended up in passive defense.

"After warming up, it's time to get serious." Zoren stepped on the floor, leaned forward, and launched an attack.

"As you wish-" Jinbe grinned inexplicably and shouted: "Hachi!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Boss Jinbei."

Hachi, who was standing next to the battle situation at some point, poured the water from the bucket in his hand in Jinbei's direction with all his strength.

"What is this?" Zoren's eyes widened in surprise at this scene, but his pace did not slow down. Then he saw Jinbei suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed the water in the air without falling.

The water droplets that were originally scattered in the air quickly gathered into the palm of Jinbei's palm after Jinbei's palm came close to it. The powerful force was condensed in it, and then it was shot forward.

"The secret of fish-man karate - Takerui!!!"