One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Under the single-sided suppression, the smoke continued to collapse and dissipate, accompanied by the continuous splashing of scarlet blood, turning the snow-white and smooth martial arts training platform into a dark red background bit by bit.

Smoker gritted his teeth as he endured the attack. Even though his body was covered in blood and bruises, he was so conceited that he still didn't have the consciousness to admit defeat.

And Zoren had no intention of stopping at all, and his offensive became more and more powerful.

Blood continued to splash and drip onto the ground in a shocking way.

"Enough...enough..."

"This can no longer be considered a duel——"

"If this continues, Smoker will be beaten to death."

At some point, the navy who originally wanted to cheer for Smoker couldn't bear to look away, not wanting to continue watching the depressing and bloody scene where the outcome was no longer in suspense.

On the high platform, many senior navy officials turned around and left with ugly expressions. This duel was undoubtedly a complete defeat for the navy, which simply caused them a huge loss of face.

"Warring States, don't you plan to stop this duel?" Garp narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a rare serious voice, "If Smog doesn't admit defeat, that kid Zoron really won't stop, and Ismog's temper--"

"This is Smoker's own choice." Warring States said solemnly, "Now that he has made a choice, he must fully bear the consequences of his actions. After this time, he may also be able to take back his arrogance and arrogance. ”

"Finger gun - Iron Fist!"

Once again, Smoker was knocked back into the field, and Zoren quickly caught up with him using 'Shaving'. His thighs were as powerful as long whips, kicking the opponent high into the air.

At this time, Smoker was restrained by the repeated blows from Hailou Shihuzhi. Not to mention naturalizing, even the smoke lingering on his body completely dissipated, and he was kicked ten meters into the air.

Zoren kicked his feet on the ground, jumped up and continued to catch up, clinging to Smoker's body and constantly kicking him up with his arched knees - it was a long-lost self-created physical technique - The lion bombs continuously.

Until it reaches a certain height, which is about twenty meters.

"That's it." Zoron said in a cold and emotionless tone, raising his left foot high. This time it was no longer a kick, but the heel rotated like an axe, and he suddenly lifted the almost unconscious body. Smoker kicks down.

The power of the kick in mid-air exploded directly, the air pressure was chaotic and oscillating, Smoker rolled down and knocked away the layers of white air waves, and hit the center of the duel stage heavily with the tendency of gravity. The battered floor tiles could no longer hold up and collapsed, forming a deep circular pit, with gravel and dust flying up.

Zoran released his strength with a moon step, and landed lightly back on the edge of the pit. His chest was heaving and he was panting, but he continued to fight seriously and with all his strength, which violently consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Yes, to be able to achieve such a suppressive result without using the potential increase of 'self-formless' is already considered as using all one's strength.

"It's an opponent worth fighting, but unfortunately that's all."

Glancing at the dusty and blurry pit, Zoren patted the dust on his body, turned around, and was about to walk off the stage.

"Wait...wait, a moment!"

Weak but firm words came out from the pit with great difficulty, causing Zoren to stop.

Under the unbearable gaze of many sailors, the windbreaker was broken into strips and hung on the shoulders. His strong body was covered with injuries caused by fists and finger tigers. Smoker, spitting blood from his mouth, staggered with shaky steps. , struggling to climb out of the pit bit by bit.

"You... haven't shown your true strength yet... Even if you lose... I can't just lose to you who didn't try your best. So... this battle is not over yet!"

As if following a little obsession in his heart, Smoker coughed blood, holding on and refusing to fall.

"Does this make sense?" Zollen turned back indifferently.

"Of course it makes sense! If I don't even know your true strength, then I will lose so completely and embarrassingly! I implore you to use your strongest moves to defeat me - let me know the gap between us , remember this shame, I will definitely repay you twice as much in the future!!" Smoker's face was twisted, and he said with unprecedented seriousness.

At this moment, as if he was touched by something, the corners of Zoren's mouth curved slightly.

"It really looks like me. Just like me who was so strong and unwilling before, with despair and hope, I tried my best to become stronger."

An unnoticed sigh came out of his chest. He raised his right hand indifferently and said, "Then...as you wish."

Taking a deep breath, Zoren contracted the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and used the power that he originally didn't want to expose in a subtle way - not domineering, but something called 'Qi Jin', which is derived from the pure force in the body. Domineering power.

"Zizzi-"

The power is separated from itself, like countless weak human electric currents, twining and dying from the surface of the right arm, and blue-white ions crackle and condense into the gap between the clenched fists.

Immediately afterwards, a transparent shadow of an arm rose up from Zoren's concentrated right hand, swaying like a blue flame, and soon disappeared completely. This sight, which seemed like an illusion, made Smoker and even Many marines outside the field felt heart palpitations.

Watching this scene, Garp said solemnly, "Sengoku, stop him."

"You don't need to tell me, I know too."

After saying these words, Warring States quickly disappeared from the place.

"This is my strongest move at the moment." Zoren raised his right hand indifferently. At this time, his arm and the end of his fist were covered with blue arcs of energy, compressing everything around him.

"Then come on!" Smoker opened his hands and reluctantly used his ability again, and the smoke kept rolling out, hoping to block Zoron's upcoming attack.

"I hope you don't die - Six Emperors Fist!!!"

Zoren stepped forward and blasted the smoke shield in front with his right hand with the aura of crushing all domineering power - Smoker tried his best to create a large-scale smoke. Before the Six Emperors Fist could arrive, the end of the fist was oppressive. The powerful airflow had swept away the smoke, exposing Smoker's no longer defensed body.

"It's over." Looking at the fist that was constantly compressing and enlarging, Smoker's mind went blank and he sighed and closed his eyes.

next moment.

A figure quickly intervened in the battle at the critical moment, and the navy coat made a hunting sound. Soon, the phantom of a golden Buddha blocked Smogg behind him, and the big palm of the Buddha, which was like a substantial Buddha, met Zoren's fist wrapped with blue light energy. .

"clang!!"

Just like the thick and soul-stirring sound of the Huanglu bell roaring on the stage, the moment the two forces of golden light and blue light confronted each other, the surrounding air and ground exploded with chaos and shock, and then everything nearby was blown away by the powerful air wave.