Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Chapter 115

The strength shown by Chu Feng was beyond everyone's expectation. Just the aura of cutting the river and the sea with that sword was beyond their ability to explain clearly in a few words. Sigh and sigh.

As for the palm that slapped Ping Haichuan afterwards, the formidable aura exuded was no less powerful than that of Whitebeard, and it could even faintly suppress Whitebeard's head.

If such a strong man stands on the opposite side of them, even with all the combat power on board, they are only [-]% sure that they can defeat Chu Feng.

So when Chu Feng said that he wanted to compete with Whitebeard, this sentence was like a bomb, instantly pushing the anger and worry of everyone on the Moby Dick to the extreme!
"Passers-by! Your intention to trample on others is too obvious at this time, isn't it? You are so despicable!"

"If you want to fight with Dad, step over our corpses first, don't think we will be afraid of you!"

"Daddy's body is getting worse day by day, we will never let you succeed!"

Every captain looked at Chu Feng angrily, without flinching.

Whitebeard is a kind of belief in their hearts, sacred and inviolable.

"Are you asking outsiders to pity me?"

White Beard snorted coldly, and the captains instantly quieted down. Looking at White Beard in a daze, Marco said:
"Father, passers-by want to compete with you at this time, clearly wanting to weaken our combat power, thereby hindering our plan to save Ace. Don't be provoked by his few words!"

White Beard's right hand stretched behind him, and a naginata several feet long was held in his hand, and it hit the top deck with a "clank", a whirlwind spread out with a "gurgling" around him, and he narrowed his eyes. , with a flash of light in his eyes:

"Marco, the other party has already hit the door. If I don't take action to teach this brat a lesson, I won't be able to calm down."

"Dad!"

The captains yelled, Foil Bista tightened the saber around his waist, and his palms were soaked in cold sweat:

"Father, normally we would never obstruct your duel, but now is an extraordinary period, and it is too risky to choose a duel at this time.

Besides, the strength of passers-by is still unclear, why don't we first explore the truth and see the depth of his strength. "

He glanced at the foster sons indifferently, and could see the expressions on their faces at a glance. The white beard slightly closed his eyes, weighing in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice as thick as thunder came:

"Father, let me teach this guy a lesson for you."

The voice resounded like a majestic voice, and then a huge black shadow slowly floated up from the bottom of the sea. From the perspective of Chu Feng and others, the shadow was like a mountain, covering half of the world!
A fluffy red hair hangs behind him, a pair of horns on his forehead glow coldly, his face is hideous, his bluish-yellow skin shows the beauty of an ancient warrior, and the two sharp teeth on his lower jaw are like sharp swords, which seem to be able to crush anything with one bite. Animal skull.

"It's Little Oz!"

Someone on the Dibymork immediately recognized this figure, and some minions were beaming with excitement, their eyes shining brightly.

"It's Oz! Isn't this race extinct hundreds of years ago?!"

Derek frowned, with a serious look on his face, and continued:
"It is rumored that Ozzy has a body size that is not inferior to that of a giant, and his strength is even higher than that of a giant. I once read in a classic that the power of the demon Oz family once put the world into crisis!"

"Is it so strong? I think it's just a mountain of meat that has been beaten."

Enilu curled his lips in disdain, not paying attention at all.

"Passerby, I've heard that your wrist is very strong, how about letting me compete with you?"

As soon as little Ozzy spoke, all the jagged sharp teeth in his mouth were fully revealed.

And Chu Feng shook his head, glanced at Ozzy lightly, and sighed:

"Tell me, how do you compare?"

"Wrist wrench." Little Ozzy.

Wrist wrestling, uh ok... uh, wait, wrist wrestling?
Did I hear you right, this stupid big guy wants to wrestle with me?

"Are you sure you want to wrestle with me?"

Chu Feng looked at Little Ozzy with an expression of disbelief, and pointed at himself.

"That's right. Why, are you afraid? If you are afraid, get out of here."

"Afraid? Hehe,"

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had never been afraid of anyone when it came to arm wrestling, but the opponent was huge in size, at least thirty meters long, and his body structure was so different from ordinary people that his arms were even bigger in proportion to his body. Twice as strong, it is simply a replica of Popeye who ate spinach.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I will bend down and get close to your boat. Just stand on the bow and put your hands on my wrists. You can use both hands. If it doesn't work, you can push my arms with your hands.

Let me say it first, if you lose, you have to help us save Ace unconditionally. "

He naturally listened to the conversation between White Beard and passers-by before, and little Ozzy knew that if he could pull passers-by in this operation, he would definitely be a great force!
Originally, when rescuing Ace this time, all of them were mentally prepared to die. They are pirates, and they are not afraid of death, but if they can rescue Ace without dying, none of them would like to end up in such a disastrous way. .

And the appearance of passers-by is likely to be an opportunity for them to break the deadlock!
"Come on, tall man, don't say I'm bullying you. I've always pursued fairness. If you feel that your strength is not enough, you can use both hands. I won't mind."

While speaking, Chu Feng walked towards the bow of the boat and stood still.

On the other side, Little Ozzy also moved his body and slowly approached the two-masted black ship.

The sea water is hundreds of feet deep, and some areas can even reach a rare 10 kilometers. Compared with the deep sea, a huge body like Little Ozzy is nothing compared to the deep sea. The whole thing sank into the sea.

However, this does not affect the display of his strength. We must know that for the demon race, except for some extremely cold and extremely hot special areas, they have unique environmental adaptability.

Little Ozzy moved closer, and stretched out his arm, which was half the size of a brig black ship, no less than ordinary sea kings.

Chu Feng slowly approached, looked up at this species that was close at hand, and smiled faintly:
"let's start."

The demons themselves possessed strange powers, plus they had an advantage in size. Oz felt that there was no suspense in this competition, so he decided to give Chu Feng a blow at the very beginning to frustrate the other party's spirit.

So when Chu Feng's words fell, little Ozzy used all his strength to defeat the enemy!
However, as time passed bit by bit, he still maintained the posture before wrestling his wrists, unable to push back the opponent's arm at all!
Little Ozzy was shocked to find out that all the strength he used was completely lost to the sea?

This is how the same thing?

"Little Ozzy, what are you waiting for, stop messing with him, and let passers-by see how awesome you are!"

"Yeah, Oz! Let him know that our Whitebeard Pirates are not easy to mess with!"

Someone yelled and cheered. From their point of view, Ozzy wanted to maintain the illusion of being evenly matched with the opponent first, and then use his strength to bruise the opponent.

"What's the matter? Oz, he...something seems wrong..."

Marco murmured, he was standing at the forefront of the Dibymork, so he could clearly see the side of Ozzy's red neck and bulging veins...

(End of this chapter)