One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

The naval headquarters training platform is located on the edge of a vast square. It is a square platform paved with hard square tiles on a white background. The battle flag with the navy's exclusive seagull logo on the side looks particularly majestic in the sunlight.

There are more than 10,000 permanent sailors stationed at the Navy Headquarters. Despite the strict military regulations, verbal conflicts are inevitable for the energetic Navy over the years. Since the military regulations of the headquarters prohibit private fights, there is also this training platform. ——The place commonly known as the 'Duel Arena' provides a practical solution to the problems of conflicting navies.

People who step onto the training stage assume that they are applying for a duel with each other. It is the only place in the headquarters where they can fight openly. Of course, there are restrictions on it.

When Zoren and Smoker stepped onto the smooth and open duel stage, the audience was already densely surrounded by marines watching the fun. Not only that, but in the corridor of the fortress-like building next to them, all of them were wearing navy coats. The top brass of the Navy were standing on it, obviously also interested in it.

"Hey, look up and see who is watching this duel."

Someone among the crowd below the stage exclaimed softly, and then countless marines looked up, and then hurriedly took a breath of air and lowered their heads.

"Uh-huh, am I reading that right? The naval hero Garp, the two generals Akainu Aokiji, and a dozen lieutenant generals..."

"Wait a minute! Even the Warring States Marshal is here!"

"Isn't this just a simple duel? It's natural that the monster Smoker will win. How could it attract the attention of almost the entire headquarters?"

"I heard that the other party is from the CP agency directly under the World Government..."

"Really? That's not surprising."

It is estimated that even Zoren and Smoker on the stage did not expect that such a big battle would arise.

"It must be a great sense of accomplishment to bow your head and admit your mistake in front of so many people." Zoron looked at Smoker and said calmly.

"Don't worry, you must be the one who falls here." Smoker stretched his arms, held a cigar in his mouth, puffed out white smoke, and squinted his eyes, "You don't have to use words to stimulate me, I will definitely I will use all my strength.”

"That's good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zoren violently used the six-position 'shaving' thrust technique to step on the floor. The hardness of the square tiles on the ground would not crack, but the white air mass still exploded under his feet, and then his whole body dived towards the ground at high speed. forward.

"So fast!"

Just the moment he took action, Smoker's originally relaxed face became extremely serious. In his nearly white pupils, which shrank slightly, a black shadow zoomed in at a speed that could not be captured by dynamic sight.

"Point the gun - kill!"

Zoren crashed into Smoker's body and uttered cold words as if announcing death. At the same time, the two combined fingers of his left hand were like bullets that bounced out, accurately sending into the opponent's chest.

With a slight and very comfortable "puff" sound, the fingers and the palms smoothly penetrated Smoker's chest completely, and a burst of energy was vented to his back.

Shave, combined with finger guns, this six-position physical skill that the navy is extremely familiar with. Under Zoren's skillful and smooth combination, it is undoubtedly an absolutely simple killing skill. Even those who are not much less powerful than him will either die or be injured if they follow this move.

"Huh?" But Zollon, who seemed to have seriously injured the opponent with a blow, raised his sword eyebrows uneasily.

Because what the finger gun hits - there is really no obstacle of skin and flesh - and there is no physical feeling when it touches the clothes, let alone thick and warm blood.

He lowered his eyes, and in front of him, Smog's chest, which was pierced by his arm, turned into a blurry white smoke, lingering slightly under the strong wind.

upstairs.

Looking down at this scene, Sengoku shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that he has a profound knowledge of Sha and finger guns - his opponent is Smoker."

"That boy doesn't know how to be domineering. This is going to be difficult."

Garp also scratched his head, yawned and said, "The ability of the smoke fruit is already very difficult to deal with based on the natural characteristics alone, and physical skills alone."

"Hmph, it's not that it's difficult to deal with, it's that it's innately invincible." Sakaski said solemnly.

"It's not unreasonable for Smoker to be so strong. With the lieutenant general position still unavailable [whether he masters domineering is the watershed], he is indeed almost invincible."

This sentence comes from the comment made by Kuzan with his thick lips curled up.

"Well, wasn't that kid not favored from the beginning?" Garp rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, squinted at Warring States and said, "Warring States, do we want to make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet that boy Zoren will win, and whoever loses will provide the other party with senbei for a month."

"Bet you a fortune! All you eat in the headquarters now are my senbei!" Seng Guo cursed angrily, his glasses slightly shone with wisdom, and he thought, "But you have so much confidence in that kid, I don't think so. I want to make a bet with you! No matter how you look at it now, Smoker has the absolute advantage."

"Then read on." Garp grinned.

in battle.

When Zoren saw the white smoke wrapped around his arm, the information about the natural ability of the smoke flashed through his mind, and he sighed helplessly: "The Navy is really as strong as the clouds, and any one of them is of the natural ability."

Those with natural abilities can naturalize their own elements. They are physical nemesis and are absolutely powerful in the first half of the Great Channel.

Before he had time to think, Smoker grabbed Zoren's arms with both hands and threw him to the floor behind him.

The moment he was about to hit the ground, Zoren quickly stretched out his palms to press against the cold ground, flipped flexibly in mid-air to release his force, and slashed his left leg down like an axe.

The thigh, which was as fast as an axe, split Smog's body in two from top to bottom. The flesh and blood in the middle of the opponent's body had turned into white smoke and overflowed. Several puffs of smoke were consciously directed towards Zoron. Hit it over.

"Paper painting-Shikigami!"

Zoran reacted quickly, and was keenly aware of the trajectory of the turbulent airflow of the white smoke. He swayed his body slightly from side to side, and nimbly dodged all the streaks of smoke.

"It's not that simple, Bai Man!" Smoker snorted, and his body turned into a cloud of smoke as he sprinted. The white smoke that he had just shot down on the ground also quickly regrouped and turned into a cloud of smoke. Several vines looked like they were attacking Zoron from the front, back, left and right.

"It's a bit disgusting." Zollen shook his head indifferently. It seemed that he had nowhere to escape, but his feet suddenly stamped on the ground with high frequency, and a cloud of energy exploded and scattered some smoke.

"Moonstep!!"

He leapt up to break through, instantly getting rid of the smoke rising from all around below. In the blink of an eye, Zoren was already in mid-air more than ten meters above the training platform.

"Where to escape!"

Not to be outdone, the smoke of Smoker's incarnation merged and condensed several original vine forms into a ball, revealing the entity of the upper body. It just relied on the completely smoky lower body to spray and chase upward into the sky.