The Song of Pirates

Chapter 317 Drought Jack, Manly Power

It was deafening, it exploded with a bang, the entire ground was stripped, countless rocks splashed, and in the center, with a little smoke, two black fists collided like meteorites.

One big and one small, with huge bodies, both of them exuded incomparable ferocity, and they gritted their teeth and looked at each other.

"Boy, your strength is really impressive." Gritting his teeth and slamming every word, Waldo's right fist was black, and he firmly withstood Jack's impact, causing his whole body to continuously draw two cracks on the ground.

"You're not bad either." Jack, who was half the height of Waldo's body, his eyes exuded fierce power. He didn't expect that this guy actually resisted his own collision.

Suddenly, the atmosphere swept across, and the ground was lifted. Jack's right leg was like lightning, exuding an aura that crushed everything, and he slammed towards Waldo's waist.

In an instant, a terrifying storm swept across, and in a flash, Waldo stabilized his body, raised his leg, his knee was as black as ink, and hit Jack's right leg as well.

The deafening sound made people feel bored, the whole island shook violently, and waves of air spread, as if they had knocked on the sea.

Withdrawing and retreating, the ground under their feet was cracked into slag like a spider's web.

Rubbing his hands, Waldo grinned ferociously, and a powerful breath spread out.

At the same time, Jack on the opposite side also changed. His whole body swelled rapidly, and some obvious features began to cover his body.

With tough fangs and pitch-black hair, for a moment, a half-human, half-animal terrifying creature shook the ground and roared out.

"As expected of a drought with a reward of 10 billion Baileys, ancient species. Elephant fruits. Mammoth form ability users, this pressure is really exciting."

"World Destroyer Bundy Waldo, offer a reward of 12 billion Baileys, come, let me see your strength." With an ancient wild atmosphere, Jack stepped forward, and the ground shook like a giant mountain walking, pouring down And down.

"Momo. One hundred times punch."

Flying up, the ground exploded. Waldo used the fruit ability, and his right fist exploded like a cannonball, carrying the breath of thousands of troops.

"Mammoth. Elephant fist."

The fist was as big as a cow, pitch black, covered with thick hair, like a galloping wild animal, the two fists collided.

Bending over, the ground explodes, sideways, and Valdor appears on Jack's head with a barbed kick.

Powerful momentum, shaking roar, Jack narrowed his eyes, the figure stopped, his left uppercut armed with boiling, like a black light soaring into the sky, met Waldo's black feet.

Deep in the ground, earth-shaking, unstoppable, countless cracks spread, Jack stepped on the ground firmly with both feet, roared, and another punch flew across the sky like a meteorite impact.

The sky exploded, and with a muffled grunt, Waldo retched, gritted his teeth, turned around quickly, and kicked Jack heavily in the chest.

Passing by, with the collapse of the mountain peak, Waldo and Jack stood up in the two deep pits of rubble, gasped heavily, looked at each other, and then shot into the air like arrows.

"Full beast form."

"Moo" the barbaric atmosphere spread, a ferocious monster pierced through, the ground shook, a huge monster blocked the sun, making people frightened.

"Momo. One hundred times. Comprehensive improvement."

A terrifying breath erupted, and smoke rose from Waldo's body, and his whole body was unbearably hot like a furnace.

"Momo. Air fist." The figure turned into an afterimage, and suddenly, Waldo appeared in front of Jack, punching through the atmosphere, whistling past.

Roaring fiercely, shocking, an elephant trunk, with arms spreading, like a whip from the sky, came out of the river.

Crashing as usual, the figure flashed. Compared with Jack's clumsiness, Waldo was undoubtedly more flexible.

"Are you tickling me?" With thick elephant legs and feet, Jack, who turned into a mammoth, took a step back, shook his head, and sarcastically.

"It's really resistant to beating." Waldo's face was sullen. Although the speed of the opponent was not as fast as his own, his resistance and destructive power were simply boundless.

"It's worthy of being an ancient animal fruit, so Momo. Five hundred times. Strength."

His whole body was swollen, and Waldo breathed out two white mist from his nose, and a strong sense of explosion suppressed him.

"Let me have a good experience of hand-to-hand combat, the kind of nostalgic fist to flesh." The corner of his mouth showed excitement, and Waldo looked at Jack passionately.

"Although you are going to die, I want to say that you are a good opponent." The ground was cracked, and Jack shook his trunk, showing his deep cold fangs, and said to Waldo with great value.

"Oh, but why do I feel inexplicably upset when I hear your words." Waldo raised his eyebrows, and figures flashed one after another, appearing directly beside Jack.

The momentum was like a broken bamboo, the black feet collided with the ivory, and the hurricane blew, as if two ancient beasts were biting together again in the blink of an eye.

Angrily hitting, shaking the ground, punching to the head, blood and sweat, panting like a cow, one person cuts one by one continuously.

The wildest collision, the most primitive collision, with the passage of time, the entire island began to disintegrate, and gradually there were violent waves.

Compared with the most primitive brute force collision between Waldo and Jack, in another part of the new world, there is a primitive island on the top of a mountain, and the two figures exude a fierce aura, like two sharp swords, showing their coldness. .

"Is this the supreme fast knife. Black knife. Ye?"

In the strange stone ridge, on the top of the mountain, Shiliu was smoking a cigar, holding a long sword slantedly in one hand, and looked at the man with short black hair and sharp eyes like an eagle, especially the sword in his right hand. Saber.

Hei Dao Ye, one of the twelve great swords, there are only 12 in the whole world, any one is the yearning of a swordsman, even for a swordsman, it is an honor.

Eagerness, greed, and excitement are what Shiliu is like at this time. For pure swordsmen, the sword is everything to them.

For example, if Shiliu had a magma fruit and one of the twelve Supreme Swordsmen in front of him, then he would definitely choose the Supreme Sword without even thinking about it.

Because for Shiliu, a good weapon is life. Even in Shiliu's mentality, devil fruits are garbage, and only pure swordsmen are invincible.

Looking at the black knife in Mihawk's hand with fiery eyes, Shiliu looked at the big sharp knife in his hand again. Fubuki, a trace of unwillingness appeared in his heart.

"Shiliu of the Rain, I've wanted to fight you for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet you here." As early as in Dressrosa, Mihawk couldn't wait to fight Shiliu. However, because this is a battle between the Xiyang Pirates and the Navy, as a lone ranger, it is a bit inconvenient for him, so it has been delayed until now.

You know, the improvement of a swordsman is accumulated bit by bit. Let alone the powerful destructive power and the characteristics of cutting everything, just relying on the swordsman's intuition like the great swordsman often makes some capable people deeply hate it. Absolutely.

Because the intuition of a swordsman is sometimes more terrifying than knowledge.

"The world's number one swordsman? I've wanted to fight you for a long time. I'd like to see what qualifications you have to call yourself number one in the world."

Somewhat upset, Shiliu squinted his eyes, and the fierce aura all over his body became sharper and bigger.

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(End of this chapter)