One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

After a moment, many unbelievable groans erupted from the silent naval group in the audience:

"That guy shouldn't be fighting with the heavy-duty vehicle on all the time..."

"Hey, are you still hiding your strength?"

"It's too scary to carry such a load up to a height of more than 100 meters on a moonwalk..."

"A truly humanoid monster."

Even the senior navy officers who were watching the duel were a little dumbfounded at this time, with expressions of 'defeated by him'.

"Even I didn't notice that he had been carrying such a heavy vehicle all the time? He was devoting his strength to bear the huge load at all times, while engaging in passionate battles as if nothing had happened. That kid..." Sengoku Ninja He couldn't help turning his head, looking at the old comrade beside him, and sighed, "I really look like you."

"Ah hahaha, you are worthy of bearing the name of my family." Garp grinned proudly, looking at Zoren on the stage and looking at each other more and more.

Even Lars and Amen, who were standing in the audience, didn't know when Zoren built this extreme load-bearing vehicle. They could only look at each other and chuckle thoughtfully: "It seems that they are going to Fish-Man Island." With this trip, Zoren’s strength has reached another level.”

"Well, if you knew how heavy that wrist guard actually is, your eyes would probably fall off."

Looking around at the horrified navy, Papagu grimaced, but it was Zoren's fourth wrist sheath that was being carried by it at the moment. It was impossible to carry it with his own strength, but fortunately As he began to gradually master the ability of the golden fruit, he maintained control of the gold bar under the heavy wrist guard, removing a large part of the weight.

The one who was more intuitively hit by this was Zoren's opponent on the stage - Smoker.

"Have you been wearing that heavy-duty vehicle to fight me just now...once or twice! Hiding your strength like this - are you humiliating me?!"

He gritted his teeth angrily, and even the cigar in his mouth was bitten into two pieces at this time, and the lit part fell to the ground.

"I already have a rough idea of ​​where your strength lies." Zoran said calmly, untying the white bandage tied to his middle finger and palm. The bandage continued to fall off, and soon the ink-black bandage on his slender middle finger was revealed. refers to tiger.

Then, the bandage on the other hand was also untied, and a pair of fingernails on both hands emitted a breathtaking cold light.

Following the unfinished words above, Zoren said coldly, "So, I won't hold back anymore. If you don't hide your strength, then I will definitely win this battle."

"Arrogant!" Smoker's eyes were bloodshot, and the fingers holding the cross-hand weapon tensed and rattled. Out of anger, smoke continued to overflow from his body, filling the air beside him.

Zoran shook his head gently. If he knew his fighting style, he would not call it arrogance, but a fact that would be determined in the future.

Because during the battle, he was constantly collecting and mastering various information on the opponent's fighting style, abilities, and weaknesses, and comparing it with his own strength, he could analyze and deduce the outcome of the battle in his mind.

"My current winning rate is 95%." Zuolun spoke confidently and resolutely, and at the same time stepped on the ground: "Shaving!"

Smoker felt that in the blink of an eye, Zoren's figure in front of him had disappeared, leaving only a white air ball spreading outwards at the place where he stepped. His body accelerated instantly, breaking through the capture area of ​​​​the dynamic field of vision. Neither the boundaries nor the afterimage tracks can be seen clearly.

Then, when Zoren appeared vaguely again, he appeared within half a meter in front of him as if teleporting. His fist carried strong wind pressure and hit Smog's chest: "Finger gun-Iron Fist!"

"Drink!!" Smoker shouted with his eyes wide open. Years of combat experience allowed him to quickly lift the cross-hand weapons in both hands and block them in front of his chest as a shield.

Zoron's fist used the tip of the finger as the force point and directly hit the cross-hand weapon. Powerful power exploded like a tsunami. For a moment, Smoker even vaguely felt the illusion that the cross-hand weapon was constantly bending. Immediately, the hands that tightly grasped the cross-hand weapon to resist could not bear the super strong fist force transmitted from it, and the muscles began to crack and smoke leaked out.

"Finger gun - inch strength!"

Zoran quickly retracted his left hand, and the blood boiled in his body, condensing the strength from his steady feet through the muscles and bones on his arms. The next attack was another clenched fist with five fingers, a roaring blast. He opened the air and continued to hit the cross-hand weapon that was constantly shaking——

The defense that was about to be unsustainable was defeated by the more powerful punches. Smoker gritted his teeth. Although his hands were still desperately trying to grasp the cross hand, it was a pity that he could not bear the pressure of the terrifying punches. The square tile floor collapsed and burst, and at the same time, his own arms reached the limit and shattered into smoke.

The cross-hand weapon came out of his hands, spinning in mid-air with a "swish" sound, flung out of the duel arena, and finally stuck on the ground of the square with a clang.

"you lose."

The fingertip of Zoron's fist rested on Smoker's nose in the air, while Smoker was still in a daze, looking blankly at his torn sleeves and the body that couldn't hold up and automatically collapsed into smoke. arms.

"Lost?" Smoker murmured, and soon his eyes regained their clear determination, and he said stubbornly, "It's just that I no longer have the weapon to restrain you! As long as I can still use my abilities, I won't lose to you so easily. !”

"Don't you understand? Since you are not convinced, I will beat you until you are convinced." Zoren shook his head indifferently, inhaled and raised his abdomen, and punched Smoker in the face with his fist without any courtesy.

This attack was no longer ineffective due to smoke. Smoker let out a painful cry and flew backwards with some dissipated smoke.

"In order to specifically target you natural-type ability users, I specially asked the blacksmith to add seastone material to the tip of the tiger finger. I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly."

Speaking softly, Zoren stomped on the ground with his 'shaving', crossing a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and arrived behind Smoker as he flew backwards. The finger tiger flashed a faint dark cold light to greet him.

"Finger gun - Iron Fist!"

Smoker, who was about to fall off the stage, was violently redirected by the fist again and flew back, groaning in pain.

"shave!"

"Finger gun-punch!"

"Re-Shave!"

"Finger gun - collapse fist!"

He repeatedly used powerful fists to knock Smoker away, and then used his shave to close the distance.

Zoren pulled out a series of afterimages and air waves at high speed on the stage. Smoker, who was knocked back to his original form, had no power to fight back and was rolling left and right like a ball.

The battle in the duel arena completely reduced to one-sided suppression and torture.