Robust Mage in One Piece

In the office of ‘Rain Banquet’, the most luxurious casino in the dream city of Alabastan, **** was sitting on the sofa, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Behind a large desk opposite him stood Krokdal with a grim face and a cigar in his mouth.

"Killing and killing?" Klockdal snorted, "I'm just reminding you that there are some things you can say, some things you can't say, don't think that the guy with the white beard said that you are the number one gunman in the world, you really It’s number one in the world..."

Klockdale leaned forward, his face very ugly.

"Even if the old guy with the white beard stands in front of me, he is not qualified to talk to me like this!"

"Tsk tusk..." **** shook his index finger with an expression of stubbornness.

"Oh, it's so amazing. White beard is not qualified to talk to you like this. Looking at you, the braggart, what you know is that you were lucky enough to escape from Baibeard. People who don't know think you and Baibeard five Five open!"

Before he could finish what **** said, Krokdal extended his hand angrily.

"Desert Knife!"

A blade made of sand fell off Krokdal's hand, and cut it towards Jesus.

Bang bang bang...

The gun went off!

The desert sword released by Krokdal collapsed in the sound of gunfire, and finally turned into gravel and returned to Krokdal's hand.

call!

Jesus cloth raised the pistol in his hand and gently blew the gunpowder from the muzzle.

"Do you know?" **** cloth smiled brightly at Krokdal. "I once talked to the president of our chamber of commerce about Qiwuhai..."

Jesus Bub paused and glanced at the expressionless Klockdal.

"In the eyes of ordinary pirates, the Under King Qiwuhai is a group of big pirates, and they are all very cruel..."

Jesus cloth raised his hand and made a gesture.

"Like a wolf!"

"Very poor metaphor," Klockdal sneered.

"Yeah, we know you like crocodiles, but this is a wolf metaphor." **** Bu continued.

"But this is not the case. For example, Hawkeye’s Mihawk, with a cold appearance and a kind heart, is not a wolf at all, but a arrogant Alaska."

"Hmph..." Klockdal sneered again.

"Not to mention Bassoromi Bear, he is kinder than Mihawk, at best he can be considered a Samoyed in wolf skin."

"Ha ha!"

"Boya Hancock is a fox dog with a proud personality, cute and gentle..." **** Bu said with a smile, "Even Ping may have been a member of the wolf pack, but he is at best a shepherd. It’s just a dog."

"What the **** are you trying to say?" Klockdal said with a sneer.

"These words are not what I said, but our boss said." **** cloth looked directly into Klockdal's eyes. "In the entire Qiwu Sea, the only ones who really count as wolves are you and Doflamingo."

"Really?" Klockdal snorted. "Then do I have to thank you for your compliment!"

"That's not necessary," the corner of Jesus' mouth curled slightly, "because our leader's next sentence is, but you are a loser who has been driven out of the wolf pack, and Doflamingo is the wolf king! "

Huh!

One of Klockdal’s arm fell off his body and turned into two gravel blades, one from left to right rushed towards **** cloth, wherever he went, even the marble floor was cut deep. Deep impression.

Boom boom boom!

After four gunshots, the two gravel blades broke apart again and turned into yellow sand on the ground.

"Well, the chat is over!"

Jesus turned the pistol in his hand flexibly, his face suddenly became serious.

"Now, Krokdal, what do you plan to give us about the matter that you first sent someone to assassinate our president, and then instructed the Baroque Working Society to spread rumors and destroy the reputation of our Chamber of Commerce?"

"Or……"

Jesus Bu's eyes glanced at the yellow sand on the ground.

"This is your reply to us?"

"So what?"

Klockdal answered somberly.

"If yes, let's go to war!" **** cloth replied very happily, "Our Chamber of Commerce has already killed one Qiwuhai, and we don't care about killing one more!"

"Then go to war!"

Krokdal did not show weakness, raised the golden hook in his hand and pointed it at **** cloth, "I have long wanted to see how strong the world's first shooter is by White Beard!"

"Is it here?"

Jesus took a glance at the artificial lake where crocodiles were raised, the artificial cascades and the running water everywhere.

"You will die miserably!"

"Then it depends on whether you have this ability..." Klockdal replied tit-for-tat.

boom!

After a loud noise, the long sword in the hands of a man dressed as a European swordsman was not unsheathed, and the whole person was directly hit by a big iron rod.

"It's so boring..." A certain Erha yawned lazily.

Behind her are Bellemel dressed as an adjutant, Sindori who changed into a military uniform, and the hundreds of millions of elders and millions of elders from the Baroque working society that have fallen to the ground, almost covering the whole street. They.

"Bermel, tell my brothers to speed up..." A certain Erha looked unconscious.

"The strength of these Baroque workers is weaker than the others, but their bragging standards are stronger one by one, eh..."

A certain Erha seemed to have discovered the New World, his eyes beaming at the swordsman he had beaten out.

"I haven't noticed just now, this guy's sword is good!"

boom!

After a swift side leg, a certain swordsman who was struck by a certain Erha stick on the wall suddenly flew out sideways. The long sword originally held in his hand also flew out and landed on a white and tender little one. Hands.

Huh!

The long sword came out of its sheath, and then flexibly pulled a sword flower in the air, and inserted it back into the sheath.

"It is indeed a good sword!"

Sindori weighed the long sword obtained from the guy from the Baroque work agency who claimed to be Mr.11, and then threw it to Bermel who was standing behind Alrita without any regret.

"But it's wrong with my swordsmanship. I gave it to you, Bermel!"

"let me try……"

Bermel drew out the long sword without seeing anything, and looked at the flame-like lines on the sword at the sun.

Huh!

With a fierce sword slashed diagonally, an elder who had just turned from the side with a pistol fell to the ground on the spot under Bermel's sword, and even the pistol was cut into two pieces.

"Yeah, it really is a good sword!"

Bermel's long sword was sheathed, and he didn't even look at the fallen elder.

"I just accepted it brazenly, and when we go back, I will give it to Nami and Nuoqigao!"

"A sword is not enough for two people, right?"

A certain Erha squinted his eyes and swept around on these people in the Baroque Workshop.

"Good things have to be in pairs!"

boom!

Just as a certain Erha had just finished saying this sentence, there was a loud noise from the direction of the Yuyan, and then a burst of dust and sand, and the rainy weather seemed to turn into a dust storm.

"Hahaha..."

A hearty laughter came from the direction of Yuyan, "Didn't I say it? Klockdal, if you fight with me in this place, you will die miserably!"