A Pirate's Counting Life

Mark shook the dust in front of him vigorously and tore off his tattered shirt, revealing his dark muscles.

Looking at the changes in his body, Mark grinned. He has such a good physique. As soon as he awakens, his armor color can cover his upper body.

With Armed Semark, the odds of winning in his mind quickly went from a negative level of [-] to [-] levels.

"Moara can be captured without any effort."

Mark looked at Moara with a proud look on his face, and the latter said disdainfully with a livid face.

"Boy, don't think that you can defeat me by accidentally awakening the armed color. There is also a gap between the armed colors."

As soon as he finished speaking, Moara wrapped the armed color around his weapon and rushed towards Mark. The opponent already had the armed color, so long-range attacks were basically useless.

Instead of wasting energy using flying slash, it is better to get up close and compete with the opponent to compare the strength of the weapon color.

Moara was very confident in her armament, and her hand and knife collided in the air, creating a sound of gold and iron clashing.

With Armed Semark, he also got rid of the embarrassment of not having a weapon at hand, and he withstood Moara's damage and waved his fist at the opponent.

Two black figures were punching each other at the dock. Both of them hardened their upper bodies to resist each other's attacks.

Mark suppressed Moara throughout the fight, and the long knife wrapped around Haki was tightly grasped by Mark with his right hand. No matter how hard Moara tried, he could not pull out the long knife.

The other hand kept beating Moara's face. Moara was also tough. Even though he was slapped crazily in the face by Mark, his left hand still held the long knife tightly. Mark beat him continuously for an hour. Moara's attitude towards Mark's armed attitude was The reserves are a bit surprising.

You must know that the domineering power of armed colors is not unlimited. The number of armed colors produced is also different depending on the individual's physique.

Moyala originally thought that with his 20 years of accumulation, he could easily kill the little rookie opposite him.

But the capacity of Mark's armed color was somewhat beyond his expectation. He was seriously injured and now he has been using the armed color to fight for so long, and his body can no longer hold up.

"Boy, if we continue to fight, it will be difficult to determine the winner. How about you and I each take a step back? You give me some supplies and I will leave the island immediately. This will be beneficial to both of us."

"Old waste, if you can't do it, you can't do it. It's hard to tell the winner!"

Mark didn’t believe the opponent’s lies. Moara was already missing an arm, and the eight punches could also drive energy into the opponent’s body. Mark didn’t believe that the opponent had no internal injuries. The current Moara only had two levels at most in his heyday. With strength, Mark has six levels of confidence to kill Moara in this state.

By now, Mark's armed domineering energy has been consumed by almost one-tenth, and he does not believe that Moara can endure another nine hours of beatings from him.

He really wanted to see whether Moara, a swordsman, would choose to be encouraged by him or choose to abandon the sword in his hand and run away.

After another hour, Moara disarmed the armor and hardened the upper body, but kept the armor on the long knife, as if he was afraid that the weapon would be broken by Mark.

Mark has been able to skillfully use the armed color Haki. It will not cover the upper body as soon as it is activated like before. Now he can achieve partial hardening of the armed color.

There are four stages of armed domineering: hardening, entangling, external release, and internal destruction.

There is no difference between the first two stages. Hardening is to stimulate the domineering energy in the body to cover the body, playing a role in attack and defense. Wrapping is to wrap the domineering energy around objects and put a layer of armor on them to make them harder.

The third stage is to spread the armed domineering energy around the body to form an invisible wall of energy, which can block the enemy's attack from a distance if necessary.

The fourth stage of internal destruction is equivalent to hitting a cow from across the mountain. With one punch, the power directly explodes in the enemy's body, directly attacking the internal organs.

The first two stages are generally a competition between the two sides to see who has higher domineering quality and more capacity. There is no technical content. The third and fourth stages require accumulated practice over a long period of time to be possible.

Mark finally defeated the seriously injured Moara in the third hour by relying on his advantage of having a large amount of weapons.

"Boy, I lost. You can take my head in exchange for military merit, but can you please let go of the corpses of those cadres on the ship?"

Mark looked down at Moara, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded. Moara breathed a sigh of relief when he received Mark's reply.

He instantly collapsed to the ground. He felt his head was buzzing. He looked up to the sky a little weakly and murmured, "Molly, Xiaobai, Dudley...I'm here...I'm sorry..."

After saying these words, Moara seemed to be drained of energy, and her whole person instantly became depressed.As if he had aged ten years, Mark said nothing and stepped on the other person's neck, then slowly squatted down, preparing to enter the exciting part of touching the body.

"bah bah"

Mark spat into his palm, began to rub it, and then reached out to Moara expectantly.

“Wow golden legend”

Mark started dubbing automatically in his mind, and threw away the handkerchief he took out, wondering if there was anything strange on it.

It took Mark 1 minute to take out all the things on Moyara. Looking at the debris on the ground, Mark was a little depressed. He thought he could find a sword manual or something on the other person's body, but he found nothing. He was a little helpless. set his sights on a scroll

He opened it casually and found that it was full of words he didn't recognize. Mark threw it directly onto Moara's body.

Then he took the long knife from Moara's hand, and felt a little comfort in his heart. Although this battle was thrilling, it was not bad overall.

Not only did I awaken the armed color, but I also picked up a weapon. With the armed color, I also felt a lot more settled.

The next step is to practice the armed color well and strive to harden the armed color to cover the whole body as soon as possible.

"Hey...green pepper"

Mark clenched his fists with a ferocious smile on his face, and decided to flatten the green pepper's cone in advance.

The armed color that Garp trained by smashing eight mountains flattened the green pepper's conical head. He decided to follow suit and smash eight small hills. He should be able to flatten the current green pepper.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mark, are you okay?"

Colonel Cohen looked at Mark with a concerned look. He had learned a lot today. The Lieutenant Colonel of the Navy Headquarters killed the bloody swordsman Moara, a great pirate with a bounty of 6000 million.

He could imagine how big a wave this news would cause after it was released. Mark waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and ordered to the navy on the side.

"You go and get all the pirate corpses on the pirate ship, and then burn them on fire."

The named navy officer first gave Mark a military salute, and then happily called his friends to move the body.

"I really didn't expect you, Colonel Mark, to be able to kill the bloody swordsman Moara. You are truly a hero. Thanks to you, our little island survived."

Hearing Cohen's praise, Mark glanced sideways at the other person and muttered in his mind, "Who said honest people don't flatter people? This Cohen usually looks thick-browed and big-eyed, but I didn't expect that he is also a good at flattering people."

After listening to Cohen's five hundred words of praise with a calm expression, Mark looked at him with some unfinished thoughts.

Cohen's face darkened as he realized that he had met a master. This was the first time he had seen such a thick-skinned person like Mark.

Usually, the big shots who came here to inspect would not only be delighted after listening to his five hundred mantras, but at least they would smile and occasionally say a few words of courtesy.

As a result, Mark listened expressionlessly throughout the whole process and then made a look of unfinished expression, as if he was mocking his lack of flattery skills.

Of course Cohen was not convinced. He kept talking all the way and kept talking in Mark's ear.

Mark was a little tired of hearing this. Seeing Mark's unhappy expression, Cohen wisely closed his mouth.

When he came to the branch gate, Mark suddenly asked, "Colonel Cohen, have you seen Captain Wien today?"

Cohen thought about it carefully and said with some uncertainty, "Captain Wayne seems to have gone to evacuate the residents."

Mark nodded thoughtfully and understood what Wayne was thinking. He probably had a borderline ob attitude. If he won, he would come up to applaud and celebrate. If he lost, he would run away into the sea.

If the scene were different today and there were no more than [-] residents on the island, Mark might do the same thing. Although he understood the other party in his heart, Wayne's attitude of leaving without saying a word still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The last conversation made Mark think that Wayne was a heroic marine, but now he found that he was wrong. Wayne was a just marine, but he would not sacrifice himself for the justice in his heart.

Back in the room, Mark put the sword and the parchment scroll on the table. He finally decided to keep the parchment scroll because he remembered that he could go to O'Hara to find the scholars about the text.

He was a little curious about why Moara carried a sheepskin scroll close to his body.