One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Zoran looked at the white strong wind blowing in front of him in surprise. The continuous shooting with the finger gun was forced to stop, and he stepped back on the moon steps.

The smoke was accompanied by the strong wind, and the two merged into a blurry smoke area ten meters high in the sky, swallowing up a large area of ​​vision.

"It's now!"

While Zoren was still retreating, a blur of smoke suddenly burst out. Smoker quickly rushed forward under the jet. Unexpectedly, the weapon behind him was already in his hand. It was a cross-handed weapon. The spear weapon was about one meter long, with a white bandage tied around the handle, and the rest had a dark, cold metallic feel.

Probably even Zoren didn't expect that Smoker would actually take the initiative to lose more smoke from his body, so as to seize the opportunity to take the initiative to attack.

This kind of behavior, if it is not done by an idiot, is astonishingly courageous.

Obviously, Smoker, who was half-favored and half-deprecated in the Navy's evaluation, was the latter.

"Watch the move!" The smoke behind him pushed him forward, and Smoker waved his cross-hand weapon and struck it with a blow to the head.

Crossing his arms in front of him, using the 'iron block' to harden his defense, Zoran took the blow directly with the confidence that his body would not lose to the weapon.

But when Smog's cross-hand weapon collided with his arm, Zoren fell down with a slightly pale face as if he was struck by lightning, as if he had suffered another suppression.

"Huh?" The attack achieved unexpected results. Even Smoker couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he would not let go of such a good pursuit opportunity and dived towards the fallen Zoren without stopping.

Zoren whizzed down in a free fall, and the scenes on both sides were passing quickly. He looked a little pale and covered his injured arm, squinting at the inconspicuous cross-hand weapon in Smoker's hand, secretly Sighing: "I was careless, it turns out it is made of sea floor stone."

Even the sharp edge of the sword would definitely not be able to break through the defense of the iron block just now, but the sea floor stone has an extraordinary effect on ability users like them.

Smoker also realized this, and swooped after him angrily, saying, "So you are also a person with abilities, why don't you show your true abilities! Are you still looking down on me?!"

Hearing this, Zoran's face remained calm, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he was saying something like 'it's not necessary'.

This undoubtedly angered Smoker who relied too much on his abilities. His white eyes were filled with cold light. He held the cross-hand weapon tightly and thrust it with the dark tip: "Then let me force you to use it." One’s own abilities!”

The tip of the cross hand swung a swirling white air current, wiping past the shoulder of Zoran who was using 'Paper Painting'. While avoiding Hailoushi's offensive, Zoran threw his fist at the approaching Smoker, who responded with The smoke propels the hands and feet to block and fight back.

For a moment, the two people who were falling in mid-air to the platform below were constantly fighting and fighting, accompanied by the dull sound of fists and feet clashing, the eruption and dispersion of white smoke, and the push of everything around them. Wind pressure oscillates.

After a while, the clouds around them blurred and flew by. The Navy Square and the martial arts stage gradually enlarged. Finally, the two fell back from a hundred meters above the stage to a height of about ten meters on the stage.

If they don't pause the fierce close fight to relieve their pressure, and continue to follow the falling trend, there is no doubt that both Zollen and Smoker will fall on the table. In comparison, it is obvious who will suffer.

"Lan feet!"

Glancing at the ground that was about to approach, Zoren kicked out a vacuum slash of blue light again. As soon as the chirping of birds sharply broke through the air, the blue bird's form had not yet spread its wings, and it completely integrated with its feet and kicked it. Smoker had already prepared his hands to push the cross-hand weapon to block.

When the foot with the blue light vacuum slash kicked the cross-hand weapon, it buzzed like the swords clashing. The kicks kept cutting the cross-hand weapon, so that countless hot sparks splashed out.

Then, the two of them separated by the force of the confrontation and collision. Zoren rolled a few times in the air, and Smoker slowed down with smoke, and both of them stood back on the ground with their bodies relieved of their strength.

The marines around the audience opened their mouths slightly. Although they had only vaguely seen the fight at a height of 100 meters, the intensity of the fight from the ground to the sky and back to the ground was still enough to shock the eyes.

This is the so-called "laymen watch the excitement, insiders watch the road".

"It was obviously a good opportunity just now." Garp shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

"These two boys, no matter in terms of strength, courage, knowledge or combat experience, are not much weaker than many experienced navy. Even if this duel is called the strongest battle under the lieutenant general, no one will question it." Warring States solemnly said to himself.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided." Sakaski said so. Kuzan next to him seemed to have confirmed something, his eyes were shining brightly on his relaxed face.

The moment he set his feet on the ground, Zoren let out a weak sigh in his heart, and returned to the ground from a height of 100 meters where he originally had the advantage. This was undoubtedly the result of being suppressed by the cross-hand weapon in Smoker's hand.

He shook his head gently and said, "I am a natural ability user, but I would choose a weapon made of seastone. It's really disgusting."

Smoker frowned, stared at him hard, and gritted his teeth angrily, "What's even more disgusting is you - you are obviously a person with abilities, but you hide your abilities and fight me with physical skills throughout the whole process. This is a small thing. Are you looking at me?"

"I disappoint you. My ability has little impact on my fighting style." Zoron returned the look with indifference, and then said, "However, you are indeed worthy of me using part of my hidden strength."

"What did you say?" Smoker's doubts were answered in the next moment.

I saw Zoran's left hand reaching towards his right hand bowl, untying something under the long sleeve of the black windbreaker, and quickly took out an item - a hand wristband.

He threw the wrist guard aside to the ground, making a dull sound the moment it landed, and it was so heavy that it almost crushed the hard square tiles on the ground.

"This is -" Smog's shock was not over yet, because Zoren continued to lean down, took off two more wristbands from both ankles, and then threw them to the ground dully.

When three seemingly small wrist guards landed on a square brick at the same time, the overweight material directly crushed the ground on the stage and dented it slightly.

Zoron, who had performed these actions as if nothing had happened, stood up again, and at this time, both on the stage and off the stage, there was silence.