One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Looking at the two people who had exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, countless onlookers were dumbfounded in shock, and even the navy officers at the vice-admiral level were slightly moved.

"So strong - is this the real strength of these two people?"

"Wonderful, so wonderful!"

"What's even scarier is the guy fighting Smoker."

"Yeah, I can't even think about using six types of physical skills to fight against natural elements."

The natural type, which is the top variety among Devil Fruits, is, to a certain extent, absolutely buggy. Not only is the naturalized defense power almost ineffective against physical attacks, but even one's own attacks are infinitely amplified by the ability. Therefore, natural ability users can often completely suppress a person before the battle even begins.

"That boy, shave, finger gun, paper painting, moon step, four out of the six moves are more skillful in actual combat than most lieutenant generals." Warring States sighed as if he had seen something wrong. He seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise, "Has he mastered all six postures?"

As soon as these doubts fell from his mouth, Zoren, who was in mid-air during the battle, happened to flip his body, raised his left foot in an arc, and kicked the air downward violently, and a dazzling blue light bloomed at the top of his foot at super high speed.

"Lanjia-Kaitiao!!!"

Accompanied by the sharp and piercing sound of birdsong, he kicked out a blue vacuum slash with his left foot, which expanded slightly to both sides. It looked like a bird with its wings spread out, and it quickly swooped down.

In the blink of an eye, the piercing and sharp vacuum slash once again cut the pursuing Smoker in half. The smoke was torn apart by the cutting wind pressure and fell uncontrollably for a moment.

"Hahaha, you're so beautiful!" Garp grinned proudly.

"But I can even use Lan Jiao. It seems that he has really mastered all six postures - just a newcomer in his early fourteen years." Warring States whispered to himself in annoyance. At first, he thought it didn't matter, but when he thought about this kind of physical skills The talented newcomer was originally a registered recruit of the Navy, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and his heart bleeds.

"The Sixth Form of the Navy, which is a common skill of the navy, is actually taught by people outside the Navy..." Sakaski's face was a bit gloomy, even though he knew that the agencies directly under the World Government also used the Sixth Form as a basic technique for training physical skills.

Kuzan, on the other hand, was silently staring at Zoron on the stage, with a look of thought and confusion in his eyes: "Why does it feel... as if I've seen him before somewhere before?"

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"Damn it! White smoke launcher!!" After suffering a big loss due to the gap in combat experience several times in a row, Smoker's blood rushed to his head, his eyes filled with anger, and he bit down hard and held the gun in his mouth. The cigar, the lower body from the waist continuously sprayed smoke to accelerate its movement, quickly stabilized the downward trend, and pursued upwards at high speed again.

"Moonstep!"

Zoren didn't even look at him, and continued to kick the air at a high frequency. Several bursts of white air were produced under his feet, and his whole body was still climbing and jumping into the high altitude of the sun.

The angry Smoker couldn't care less, he continued to emit smoke, and continued to pursue with the strength of the recoil.

The two climbed into the air one after another. In just a short while, the martial arts training platform, Navy Plaza, and the fortress of Marinefando's headquarters quickly shrank in size. They were thrown far away below them, and the general outline of the entire island was seen. Clearly presented before your eyes.

Above the 100-meter blue sky, the clouds spreading across the sky were stained golden by the sunlight. The waves of the vast ocean beside the island below also shimmered, and the high-altitude sea wind roared fiercely.

"White Fist!"

Smoker didn't think too much about Zoren's behavior of leading him to a high altitude. When he was about to catch up, he stretched his clenched fist forward, and his wrist became extended like smoke, letting his fist break away from him and reach forward first. The back of Zoren's head.

"Finger gun - Iron Fist!"

As if there were eyes behind Zoren, he quickly turned around and also used his fists to attack. Although it was a bit like an unexpected backhand response, with his super physical strength and monster-level bowling power, there was no surprise at all. Mog's fist was shattered into smoke.

Of course, that's all.

"Don't you understand? This kind of attack is useless to me!" Smoker looked proud. Even if his body was defeated by a pure physical attack, he could instantly reorganize it with smoke. It only consumed some of his physical strength and could not Excessive substantial damage to the body.

The smoke becomes natural. This is what makes him the strongest new naval officer under the lieutenant general!

"Really?" Zoran's face was indifferent, and his dark eyes were cold and emotionless. He did not launch an attack immediately. He only continued to perform the Moon Step with his left foot, leaving himself hanging in the air for a long time.

"Of course -" Smoker stopped mid-sentence and looked blankly at his left hand. The smoke that had just left his body and was defeated was about to reorganize, but the sea wind at high altitude was unexpectedly strong. A large part of the smoke is unstable and is blown away directly.

"As expected." Zoron analyzed and stated as if he had verified his inner thoughts, "The natural ability that can turn any part of the body into smoke has its biggest weakness, in addition to sea water and seastones that are common problems among ability users. There was this strong wind.”

"In this high altitude where strong sea breezes are constantly present, your ability to reorganize your body without any damage is useless."

After saying that, Zoren used the moon step to rush forward, closing the distance. He raised a straight and slender finger in each hand, and concentrated his power on the wrist and fingertips.

"Finger gun - overclocking and continuous shooting!"

The fingers blurred at high speed, greeting Smoker's body with countless afterimages. With a continuous smooth and comfortable "puff" sound, he quickly opened small and medium-sized pieces on his chest. Smoke hole.

The air pressure brought by the finger gun itself is not strong enough, but it is still enough to make part of the smoke that penetrates slightly escape the opponent's body, and then the surrounding high-altitude wind blows the smoke away as expected.

"Ahhhh!"

Smoker couldn't help shouting. The smoke on his body was constantly disappearing, which gave him a deep sense of threat. Pure physical blows could not bring direct damage to the body, but he was defeated by continuous finger-gun attacks. The wind blows it away, and sooner or later the amount of smoke in the body will be exhausted!

He bit the cigar tightly in his mouth, and while smoking fiercely, he felt a certain sense of shock to Zoran in front of him: "When did he not only clearly judge my abilities and weaknesses, but also Quickly launch a counterattack. This guy - it’s like he was born purely for fighting.”

"We can't continue like this!" Smoker struggled to open his recovered palms, and as if taking a gamble, he released the remaining smoke in a burst, shouting, "White blast!"

In an instant, a large amount of white smoke erupted, and the generated wind pressure knocked out everything around it.