One Piece: The Strongest Man on the Surface

On the deck, Marco was soaked all over. He hugged his legs and hid in the corner with a frustrated look on his face. He kept muttering: "I want to become a flea..."

Seeing the always strong captain of the First Division look like this, the crew members of the Whitebeard Regiment couldn't help but turn to look at Andrew scratching his head next to him.

What is the origin of this thing?

Jozi crossed his arms and looked up at the sky with a serious face. No one knew what he was thinking.

Bista kept looking at the giant sword behind Andrew, his eyes full of fiery fighting intent.

The captains of other teams also looked at each other differently.

For a moment, Andrew became the center of attention. He felt uncomfortable all over and his face felt a little hot. He couldn't help lowering his head and laughing twice.

Everyone immediately covered their mouths and backed away.

"Fuck! You're such a big old man that you're so blushing!"

"I'm going to be blind after this!"

"vomit……"

On the deck, the battle between Whitebeard and Red Hair was also suspended due to Marco's defeat. Looking at the people lying on the side of the ship vomiting non-stop, Shanks smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the captains of Whitebeard's divisions would actually Being settled by a young man, tsk tsk.”

Whitebeard glared at him, slammed the big knife in his hand on the deck, and shouted: "Don't be embarrassed! Get out of my way! Marco, where is Marco? Joz!"

He came to Jozi and was shocked to see that the latter's face was already distorted with suppressed emotions.

"Old, Dad, are you looking for me?"

"Where's Marco, how's it going?"

When Jozi heard this, he quickly covered his mouth and pointed to the side with his eyes. Only then did Whitebeard notice Marco in the corner.

At this time, Marco's eyes were still blank, staring blankly at the deck, but he changed the words in his mouth: "I've always been sorry..."

Jozi finally couldn't help it anymore and laughed loudly, only to be glared back by Whitebeard.

Looking at the white-haired young man in the center, the white-bearded man asked with a sullen face: "Boy, who are you? You can actually turn my first team captain into such a virtuous man!"

Andrew waved his hand quickly: "Don't dare, don't dare, it's just a fluke. My name is Joracole Andrew, and I am Hawkeye's younger brother."

Ok?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Andrew himself was stunned. Why was this set of words so smooth? It seemed like he had said it many times.

When the captains of each division heard that he called himself Hawkeye's younger brother, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Is he that man's brother?"

"I've never heard that he has a younger brother. Could he be a fake?"

"I don't think so. The sword just now was still very powerful."

……

Everyone was talking about it, but Bista was even more excited, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, trembling slightly.

White Beard looked much more plain. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "It turns out that man also has relatives. He sits in a coffin and floats around all day long. I thought he was a loner."

Shanks next to him looked at Andrew in shock. As Hawkeye's best friend, of course he knew that the other man had such a brother, but Hawkeye had clearly said that his brother was an ordinary person, and ordinary people could easily defeat the Whitebeards. Team captain?

For no reason, Shanks became interested in him.

After getting to know each other, Whitebeard asked slightly dissatisfied: "Brother Hawkeye, why did you suddenly come to my ship? Isn't it just to humiliate my captain?"

"I'm here to help you."

Andrew replied: "You go to save Ace, I will go too."

"Oh?"

Whitebeard looked at him with an interested expression.

"Your brother is a Shichibukai recognized by the government. Shouldn't you also side with the government?"

"He is him and I am me. I hate the navy the most! They are just a bunch of hypocrites." Andrew shook his head with a look of boredom.

Whitebeard looked up to the sky and laughed: "Gu la la la, that's well said. Boy, you are very popular with me. Do you want to be my son?"

"Forehead……"

Andrew looked up at him, his mouth twitched, and then he said: "No, no need, my father passed away a long time ago."

"Gulu la la la, you bastard boy..."

……

In this way, Andrew successfully boarded the Mobidi, bid farewell to Shanks, and headed for the windless zone outside the Shampoo Islands.

Before leaving, Shanks talked to him alone and said that if Andrew was willing, he could go to his ship, but Andrew still declined.

Are you kidding, don’t you feel comfortable alone?Why do you have to go and be the little brother on someone else's ship?

In addition, Andrew discovered that he could not copy Shanks' abilities!

No matter how he tried, there seemed to be an invisible force blocking his ability.

Helpless can only give up.

The speed of the Mobidi was very fast, and Marco also recovered on the way, staring at Andrew with a full face of resentment. This experience is probably something he will never forget.

When we arrived at the outskirts of Shampoo, it was already late at night, and no other ship except the Mobidi passed by in the windless zone.

After all, not every ship has its own power system. If you break into it rashly, you may be trapped to death.

In the cabin, Andrew sat boredly by the stove, next to him was a white beard with various needles inserted into his body but still pouring wine into his mouth.

Seeing him pick up the gourd again, Andrew couldn't help but remind him: "You can't drink anymore with your body."

Whitebeard didn't seem to hear it at all. He raised his head and drank the wine in the gourd. After shaking it again, he said, "You don't understand. Wine is the best painkiller."

Andrew didn't want to dwell on this issue, and asked doubtfully: "Then if we don't go to Marineland, what are we waiting for here?"

Whitebeard smiled mysteriously and stretched out a finger: "Wait for someone."

Andrew was just about to ask who he was waiting for when there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Dad, Mr. Andrew, it's me."

Bista's voice came from outside the door. It could be heard that his voice was trembling a little, and he seemed very excited.

"come in."

Whitebeard said.

Bista pushed the door open and entered. First he bowed deeply to White Beard, then looked at Andrew and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you two in the middle of the night. I'm sorry."

"Gula la la, Bista, you are my son too, you're welcome, tell me, what's the matter?"

Andrew's face was a little stiff, no matter what he said.

Could it be that he was forced to recognize his father?

Bista stroked his mustache and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "That sword strike in the daytime impressed me deeply, so I would like to compete with Mr. Andrew in swordsmanship. Is that okay?"

"Forehead……"

Andrew didn't want to take action. His motto in life was, why stand up when you can lie down?

But he couldn't refuse, so he could only look at Whitebeard for help.

Unexpectedly, the latter burst out laughing after hearing this, and his whole body became much more energetic.

"Gulu la la la, in that case, let's have a competition. It just so happens that I'm bored too."

I……

Andrew was speechless. Under Bista's eager eyes, he could only carry the giant sword on his back and follow him to the deck.

At this moment, Jozi was sitting aside fishing. He was a little confused when he saw the two men coming out aggressively. Just when he was about to ask, he heard Bista's impatient voice.

"Mr. Andrew, you're welcome! Rose Rondo!"

Jozi dropped the fishing rod, chose the best spot and sat down.

In the middle of the deck, Bista jumped into the air with two swords in hand. With a slight stroke, countless rose petals suddenly flew out and danced gracefully around him. It seemed that he could vaguely smell the rich fragrance of the flowers.

so beautiful~

Being in it, Andrew couldn't help but sigh, this sword move was nothing like an art!

Appreciation is appreciation, but his movements were not slow at all. The moment the petals flew, the giant sword was unsheathed and slashed diagonally -

Ding Ding Ding!

When the petals came into contact with the giant sword, they made a sound of metal collision. The terrifying force made Andrew's hand holding the giant sword numb.

When the petals were gone, Andrew held the sword with both hands and struck out with the sword. The crescent-shaped sword energy instantly flew towards Bista in the air.

"Good come!"

Bista smiled slightly, crossed his long swords in front of his chest, blocking the sword energy, and then turned his body slightly, raising both swords upwards. Andrew's sword energy suddenly flew into the sky uncontrollably, without any achievements. .

Great!

Andrew's eyes narrowed slightly. He had never expected the opponent's method of easily dissolving the sword energy. It seemed that the opponent in front of him was far more difficult than imagined.

After dispelling the sword energy, Bista fell to the ground, his expression a little unnatural. The sword strike just now seemed easy, but only he knew that the force on it even cracked his tiger's mouth.

Whitebeard, who was watching the battle, saw Bista's right hand holding the sword trembling slightly. He suddenly understood and a smile appeared on his face.

As expected of Hawkeye's younger brother, he was able to make Bista suffer with just one move, which was rare.

In the middle of the field, Bista clenched his sword, staring sharply at the white-haired young man in front of him, thinking to himself.

Next, what flowers should I use?