One Piece: Tyrant Bear

The battle is not fierce, but it is very troublesome.

The color of knowledge is full of domineering, avoiding attacks, and then attacking.

During this period of time, Marco did the same, dodging the bear's attack, touching his chest with his palm, and he dodged it.

The two of them cracked one move after another, dodged, and then attacked, evenly matched.

"Old dog, tell me, which of the two of them will be better?"

Duke Inuarashi lowered his head and thought for a moment, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't let go for a long time.

"It should be Bartholomew Bear."

"You don't like Marco that much?"

Duke Inuarashi shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't like him, on the contrary, I like him very much, but this man named Bartholomew is very evil."

Fighting, improving his strength step by step, when fighting them, he has been suppressing his ability, fighting purely with physical skills.

The same is true now, it seems that there is a kind of restraint that is timid.

The bystanders are clear, standing on the sidelines watching the play, they can see clearly.

"It seems to be the case. Among human beings, why do monsters always appear? This man, give him another ten years to grow up, it will be incredible."

"Yes." The two proud and arrogant couldn't help but sigh.

Ten years, give him ten years, maybe he will become the existence of that man, right?

The conversation between the cat and the dog fell into the ears of the bear, and he gave a grin, not proud of it.

He is very clear about his own strength.

Only by recognizing yourself and the reality clearly can you live a better life.

"Eat my foot."

The wind was blowing on the feet, kicked, and the strength rolled in, and the bear's feet began to tremble. One of them was in the sky, and the other was on the ground.

Cracks appeared on the ground under the bear's feet, and it collapsed with a click.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to sink, a little bit.

"Go down."

With force, kick the bear's entire body and hit the ground.

Marco retreated to the ground not far away, smiling and looking at the deep pit ahead.

The dust gradually dissipated, the bear patted his body, and the mud stained his body, but he didn't fall down.

Marco's kick was not small, and it hurt him a lot. He survived by relying on his physical strength.

"Cough cough."

It was a little bit reluctant for the already tired body to usher in the battle again.

Bear raised his head and met Marco's eyes with a playful smile.

"Basolomi Bear, do you want to continue?"

At this point in the battle, he probably has confidence. The bear is very strong, and it is not impossible to fight.

"continue or not?"

Xiong looked at himself. It was not his style to not return the money after suffering a loss.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and bears don't want ten years, but only now.

He is not the same as he was back then, he has been running away, and now that he has strength, it is necessary to change his fighting style.

"Are you afraid?"

"It seems that you want to continue fighting. Anyway, there is nothing to do anyway. Playing with you is also a good way of pastime, Bartholomew, you have to pay attention, I may strike hard."

As soon as Marco changed his previous state, if you want to fight, I will fight.

He is the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates, Phoenix Marco, representing the Whitebeard Pirates.

"bring it on."

"bring it on."

The two spoke and started.

In an instant, their fists touched each other, and blue flames rose and covered them. The bear stepped back, squeezed out the pressure cannon with his left hand, and whipped it out.

Marco's body was covered with blue flames, and only a bird song was heard.

He soared into the sky, and then fell down where he was.

With hands crossed, palms aimed at his attack, legs spread a little, Xiong's face remained unchanged, and he whispered in his heart: "Come on."

Come, let the storm come harder.

"Boom!"

Blue flames all over the sky rushed down, and the red piece of meat flicked lightly, and the flames turned and floated in another direction.