Pirate Wind Fruit

Chapter 115 Defeat
Lyle stared at the man with the word "3" on his head. He thought about it carefully in his mind, and there seemed to be such a person in the original book.

"Mr.3 from Baroque Studio, what are you doing here?!" Lyle looked at the two people in front of him and asked in a rather flat tone.

"Haha, although you are a friend of our leader, it is impossible to disclose our mission to others." Mr. 3 smiled exaggeratedly, and then directly refused to answer Lyle's question. Simply put, he was too lazy to answer this person.

Mr.3 knows the Hurricane Pirates, and he also said that the captain is a pirate with a reward of 500 million Baileys.

In his opinion, this bounty is relatively high among the pirates he has seen, but it is not enough to scare him, and there is the entire Baroque studio behind him, and this time, it is his The boss asked him to come and "visit" the Hurricane Pirates, even if something went wrong, his boss couldn't blame him.

Lyle nodded slightly and did not speak again.

Seeing Lyell's every move, Mr. 3 couldn't help but despise Archie Lyle in front of him again. He was out of his mind when he wanted to come to the world government, otherwise why would he choose such a pirate as the king? Wu Hai, a pirate who has no deterrent power at all, how can he deter other pirates? !

He raised the cup full of black tea and wanted to take a sip, but soon he stopped drinking the tea because there was a sword on his neck.

It was a western sword, but at this moment it exuded a slight cold light.

When Mr.3 stepped here, Ray Stan was very dissatisfied. Ray Stan belonged to the kind of "old" pirate, and he would especially protect the face of the captain. Mr.3's arrogance and The contempt shown was absolutely unbearable in his eyes.

Mr.3 glanced at the pirate holding the sword, and then said in a rather frivolous tone: "Hey, Ray Stan, the "Executioner" who originally offered a bounty of 1000 million Baileys."

"Among all the cadres of the Hurricane Pirates, the strength is estimated to be at the bottom!"

Ray Stein still looked at Mr. 3 with a cold face, but the sword in his hand did not move at all.

Lyle and Dylan watched this scene calmly. The other pirates guarding here also wanted to take up weapons to join in the fun, but they were stopped by Lyle.

Miss. Golden Week took out a drawing board out of nowhere and raised the paintbrush in his hand.

Mr.3 put down the teacup in his hand, and said to Miss. Golden Week behind him: "We don't need you to deal with him!"

After hearing what her partner said, Jin Zhou put away the drawing board, picked up the senbei she had prepared and ate it.

Mr.3 stretched out his hand and touched the western sword on Ray Stein's neck, and then the tip of the western sword was immediately wrapped by a snow-white candle, and the candle was still spreading upwards, as if he wanted to Ray Stein was also wrapped.

Mr.3 laughed a few times sinisterly: "I am a candle man who ate a devil fruit! The solidified candle is extremely strong, as long as the person is wrapped, it will stop breathing in 30 seconds."

Soon, his laughter stopped, because he saw that the hand of the man holding the sword gradually turned black, and the color was still spreading, spreading down the western sword, and directly gave his candle The shock is gone.

Ray Stein flicked a sword flower, and the sword pointed directly at Mr. 3's forehead, looked at him mockingly, and asked, "What did you just say?!"

After Mr.3 saw it, he stood up immediately, his hands had turned into white candle liquid.

In an instant, a large number of candles covered himself.

Made him a pair of white and hard armor, and then his body jumped back, and then a smile appeared on his face again: "My candle is almost as hard as steel after solidification!"

After finishing speaking, he had a shield made of candles and a long sword in his hand!
These are all made of candles.

Ray Stein looked at him with strange eyes, and then said with some regret: "It seems that we have been silent for a while, and people outside regard us as sheep!"

Then he asked Lyle behind him: "If I kill this kid, won't it hinder your alliance with that person?"

After hearing Ray Stein's words, Lyle frowned, as if he was thinking about whether the sand crocodile would trouble him because of this matter.

Seeing Lyle's embarrassed look, Ray Stein directly raised the domineering western sword and swung it towards Mr.3 a few times, and suddenly several sky-high light blue slashes flew towards Mr.3. Pounce away.

Seeing several slashes flying towards him that were visible to the naked eye, Mr. 3 was really frightened. He didn't expect that the pirate with a bounty of 1000 million Baileys would slash several slashes so easily.

Although he knew that the situation was not good, he himself would never sit still. He threw all the candle shield weapons aside, and then immediately squatted down, pressing his hands on the ground, and a huge white and thick wall was pulled out instantly. rise from the ground.

Miss. Golden Week at the side silently took out the drawing board again, and the pen in his hand was already dipped in color.

Mr. 3 hid behind the gambling wall, feeling very relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.

His hand subconsciously touched the white candle's armor, and there was a very warm and viscous liquid. When he raised his hand to look at it, the red blood was very bright against the white candle's armor. .

"Blood?! How come..." Mr.3 said with incredulous eyes after seeing the blood on his hand.

He staggered against the white wall he built with his own hands, but the moment Mr. 3 touched the white wall, it collapsed in an instant.

The white armor on his body shattered at that moment.

"Mr.3!!!" Miss Golden Week no longer had the relaxed expression on her face, and her face showed panic, anger and worry.

At the moment that Ray Stein shot, she knew that this person must be not simple, but she never thought that Mr. 3 had no power to fight back in front of him, even the candle defense that Mr. 3 was most proud of Vulnerable to him.

Miss. Golden Week held a drawing board and paintbrush in her hands, but she didn't make any further movements, because she didn't dare to take any movements at this moment.

Ray Stan glanced at her, put the western sword back into the scabbard, and said flatly: "He won't die yet, his fruit ability still exists."

Ray Stein pointed to the pile of broken candle fragments.

The fruit ability still exists, which proves that this person is still conscious.

After listening to Miss. Golden Week, he hurried into the pile of candle fragments, and after a while he saw Mr.3's body covered in scars.

"Are you okay?!" Miss Golden Week asked anxiously.

"Cough...cough, I'm not dead yet, help me up quickly." Mr. 3 said with difficulty, with blood foam on his mouth.

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