One Piece Tulip Family

Without the hindrance of the naval bombardment, the Santing smoothly rushed into the great route along the current. Due to the speed of the current, the Santing didn't even have a chance to turn the rudder, and was brought near the warship by the current.

Originally, the crew members were still yelling and venting their joy, but when they saw the fifteen naval warships lined up in front of them, these guys finally felt nervous. After all, the Santing was only a few hundred meters away from the nearest warship, and even the figures on the deck of the warship could be clearly seen.

"It's unlucky, Captain Ghost, are we self-inflicted?" A member of the Second Division scratched his head and asked helplessly. Anyone who entered the great route would not be in a good mood when encountering a naval blockade, let alone fifteen warships, the battle would be too big.

"Great, what a spectacular welcome ceremony!"

Kisame licked his lips excitedly, blood flashed across his face, and leaned on his shoulder with a big knife in his hand, "Only such a big battle is worthy of the reputation of our Tulip Pirates. Let us start the first battle of the great route!"

"Wait, Ghost Shark, find the young master first!"

Chitong stopped the impatient Kisame, feeling a little big, maybe it was too long in the empty island, and after going out to sea, Satan's personality became extraordinarily eccentric, like a playful child.

Previously, the Santing followed the climbing current and crossed the reverse mountain. Everything was normal, but when the Santing boarded the reverse mountain, the excited Satan actually took out the hang glider, and flew down the reverse mountain on the hang glider without waiting for the others to react, leaving the Santing far behind, making the red pupil sisters who are the captain's bodyguards extremely worried about his safety.

"Master is safe, and he seems to be having fun!"

Anilu pointed to the warship directly in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an arc of uncontrollable laughter. Only then did the others realize that the young man on the mast of the warship was his own unreliable captain.

The well-informed and domineering Enilo obviously sensed Satan's position a long time ago, and also overheard Satan's teasing of Lieutenant General Ghost Spider, otherwise he wouldn't have laughed so badly.

"The young master is getting more and more wretched!" Enilu sighed in his heart, but he would not tell anyone this.

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On the warship, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel and Lieutenant General Dalmesia exchanged glances, and suddenly stepped forward to stop the ghost spider. He ignored the eccentric Satan on the mast, but politely said to Kuluokas: "Your Excellency Kuluokas, we do not intend to offend. I can assure you that we will not attack Whale Rab again. How about letting this matter go?"

The flying squirrel has a calm personality, and has judged the situation clearly in a short period of time. Their most important goal at present is to capture the Tulip Pirates. Let go of the Satan on the mast, and the flying squirrel has already made a judgment on his identity.More things are worse than less things. Now is definitely not a good opportunity to provoke Kurokas. No one can be sure that Kurokas’s strength is still a few percent of his heyday. Continuing to confront him will bring great changes to the task of capturing the Tulip Pirates.

"Hmph, you have been blocked near the Twin Gorges recently, and you have eliminated more than 20 rookie pirate groups. This is not in line with your status."

The harpoon in Kulocas's hand drooped slightly. Although he was questioning, his tone was not as tough as before. After all, he was a retired old man. If it wasn't for Rab, he would not have acted rashly. Now that the flying squirrel promised not to attack Rab again, his goal has been achieved, so his tone is no longer aggressive.

"The pirates that were wiped out before were just done casually." Flying Squirrel was not angry at Kulocas's questioning. He pointed to the Santing that had stopped in front of the warship. "That is our goal. After capturing the Tulip Pirates, we will naturally leave Twin Gorges."

"In that case, the old man will not disturb your business."

Kulokas took a few steps back and came to the edge of the deck. He knew that Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel was telling the truth. The great route was complicated, and there were many pirates. Powerful pirates could appear anytime and anywhere. Although the power of the navy was dominant in the Great Route, it was still very difficult to completely control the situation at sea.

"Young man, I hope you are blessed. If you survive, I will treat you to a drink!"

Kulocas looked up at Satan on the mast, with a smile on his face. Whenever he saw these energetic rookie pirates, he felt extra energetic, but now, he was already an old bone, and he really didn't want to be nosy. After speaking, he jumped into the sea and disappeared.

"Well, get ready to drink, old man, I'll come to the banquet after I've settled these troubles, but I'm very interested in the story of Whale Rab!" Satan touched his chin and shouted towards Kurokas's back.

"Hmph, you arrogant brat, go to hell for a banquet!"

A cold drink sounded from behind Satan, and faster than the sound was a kick that was strong enough to burst the air.

Bang!
Satan flew out across the mast with his right hand, and there was a muffled sound behind him, and the thick mast was kicked into two pieces.

"Hey, hey, how can I sneak attack? I'm just a child. Haven't your navy taught you to respect the old and love the young?"

Satan bounced a few times on the mast with his hands and feet, and quickly distanced himself from Dalmesia, but he still had a smile on his face, and his mouth was full of jokes, looking extremely underwhelming.

"Hmph, the famous captain of the Tulip Pirates—[Undead King] Douglas Satan, but no one dares to treat you as an ordinary child, that's simply too much."

Dalmesia sneered, stepped lightly on the air with his toes, and raised his body again. It was obvious that the Sixth Form of the Navy had been cultivated to a very advanced level. He kicked out several times in the air, as fast as a group of phantoms, and a series of huge meniscus-shaped slashing strikes slashed towards Satan like a storm.

Facing Dalmesia's torrential attack, Satan was not afraid at all, and slowly closed his eyes. His body seemed to be a piece of weightless thin paper dancing with the wind, swinging and twisting at will in the wind, often dodging Dalmesia's dense slashing attacks at incredible angles.

"How is it possible, this is paper painting?"

Dalmesia's eyes widened in surprise. Satan's movements were all too familiar to him. They were just the paper drawings in the Sixth Form of the Navy, and he had already practiced to a great extent. Even compared to himself who was proficient in the Sixth Form of the Navy, he was a newcomer pirate who just went to sea.