The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

West side of Dressrosa.Mobile terminal m..

Hey... among the collapsed rubble, a blue electric arc shot out and gradually formed the shape of Reg.

"Fight me head-on... I'm afraid you've lived a leisurely life for too long, come out!" Reg's waving arm turned into a blue beam of light and he ran straight towards the rubble pile ahead.

Boom... Rubbles filled the sky, and Basque appeared with a disgraced face. The weapon used as a hip flask disappeared, replaced by an ordinary long sword.

"What do you want? As for treasure, what I have on board is enough for 4 million beli!" Basque's face was extremely ugly... He actually lost the fight.

"If you have 40 billion, I will consider it."

Crackling... Although Reg was not much relaxed at this time, it was still no problem to deal with Basque, who was at the end of his strength.

This guy thinks that he has been in the sea for a long time and has a lot of experience. He is armed and strong and dares to attack him to determine the outcome.

Although the effort I have put in is less than 8 years, if you look at the time spent on training alone, it can at least be equivalent to the training time this drunkard has accumulated with his age, plus the thunder fruit with the strongest attack power in the natural system... He won't be afraid!

"Are you kidding! You bastard, I'll fight you!"

Bang... Basque picked up the huge stone with his long sword and threw it towards Reg, and his body exploded.

"Chenglan!"

Reg raised his left foot and kicked the rock into pieces, and it collided with his pitch-black sword blade...Crack!

The color of his arms was about to collapse, making Basque's face extremely pale... Seizing the opportunity, Reg kicked him away hard with his right foot.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Ding-dang... The moment Basque dropped half of his dagger, he ran away on all fours.

"If only my right leg wasn't injured..."

"What a shame! Chenglan!"

Reg's eyes narrowed as he kicked out orange light with his left leg again... How could a great pirate with 4 million people collapse so quickly?

Pfft... Basque, who was paving the ground like a wild goose falling on flat sand, barely escaped the blow, but his back was left with traces of being scorched by the light beam.

"What's so shameful about being afraid of death... I can be your subordinate! As long as you let me go!" Basque got up again and tried to stay away from Reg using his hands and feet.

Reg's brows suddenly widened...it turned out that he was looking for that thing.

"I really treat me like a child and let you be my subordinate... I'm afraid you will bite me back if you get a chance. It's better to be dead! Thunder!"

The blue beam of light passed horizontally, killing most of Basque's body this time... The burnt smell spread out. He struggled to crawl out for a few steps and then fell on his back on the gravel pile, without forgetting to murmur in his mouth. : "Don't kill me...please."

"Hahaha... I am the one who wins, so die!"

Hey... The elemental Reg came to Basque's side, and the arc of electricity from his left hand gathered into a thunderball and crashed down.

The next moment, Basque's outstretched right hand turned black, and he quickly grabbed Reg's body. At the same time, his left hand reached into the rubble below, and he took out the light blue short spear and stabbed it hard!

The long-planned kill finally arrived... Reg also had to admire the other party's acting ability.

If he really looked about 15 or 6 years old, he might have started attacking the moment the opponent broke his sword... An enemy who was exhausted and running away in a panic to beg for mercy would naturally make people feel contempt and pride.

Seeing that he was about to successfully counter-kill Reg, Basque's mouth was just taunting...but he saw the joke before Reg's eyes: like a cat that catches a mouse, it doesn't eat it immediately, but plays with it first and then kills it. .

"It's impossible...my acting skills are perfect!"

Thinking like this, Basque suddenly lost Reg's figure in front of his eyes... His outstretched right hand was in vain, and the same was true for the light blue short spear that should have pierced his heart.

"farewell."

The voice coming from behind and the orange light that penetrated his heart made Basque's consciousness enter the dying stage.

His life flashed by like a fleeting glimpse, finally stopping in Reg's cold eyes... Unfortunately, there was only one move missing.

"I will never forget the principle of using all your strength when a lion fights a rabbit..."

Reg, muttering to himself, looked into the distance...Judging from the aura there, Hawkeye's battle was coming to an end.

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Ding ding ding... The collision between the sword blades continued.

Even though the clothes were in tatters, the many sword wounds on his body were stained red, and the blood had even turned brown in some places, the hawk's eyes were getting sharper and sharper.

As his opponent, "Alcoholic Swordsman" Ives became more and more frightened as he fought... He had never seen a young man grow up so fast!

At the beginning of the battle, he fought against the opponent with an absolute advantage... but the opponent not only did not collapse, but also avoided several risks by exchanging lives for lives.

At that time, he was naturally sure to kill the opponent and only be seriously injured...but since he had the advantage, why did he do such an irrational thing?

Although he can't use a sword without wine, he also believes in the words of Captain Basque: The best state of life is to be tipsy!

A small amount of drinking can not only make his body more active, but also make his brain work faster, allowing him to better consider how to gain the greatest advantage in battle... But today he was wrong, and he was so wrong!

This man whose name he didn't even know, with eyes as sharp as an eagle... grew up too fast.

By the time he reacted, the other party had truly acquired the capital to trade his life with him... Of course this wouldn't work. The reason why he became a pirate was because he wanted to live a freer and more interesting life, so of course he couldn't die here!

So he put it off again and again, until now... This young man already has a swordsmanship that is comparable to his own, and even surpasses him. Even if he fights to the death, the other party may not agree.

Ding…!

After a powerful collision, Ives took the initiative to distance himself... The panting opponent did not pursue him, but took advantage of this short opportunity to adjust his breathing.

"Young swordsman, tell me...your name." Avis, who also did the same, spoke.

"Before asking other people's names, you should state your own name first." Hawkeye still looked expressionless.

"The drunkard swordsman, Eugene Ives." Ives said seriously.

"The future world's greatest swordsman, Joracol Mihawk."

There was no fluctuation in Hawkeye's expression or tone when he said this...as if this was something that would happen as a matter of course!

If he had heard such words more than ten minutes ago, Ives would have scoffed and used his sword to teach him how to be a good person. But now...he thought that he agreed: This young man can do it!

"Hmph... One sword will determine the outcome." Ives said, slowly sheathing the sword.

Keng... didn't speak, and Hawkeye responded to the other person's words with actions.

On the other side, Reg came and smiled helplessly... He heard the words just now clearly.

All he could say was...yes, this is very Hawkeye.

There was one more bystander, but it didn't attract any attention from the two of them... At this time, they only had eyes for each other!

The condensed atmosphere that seemed to be solid made Reg beside him hold his breath and widen his eyes... What he was going to witness next was an important step for Hawkeye to become "the world's greatest swordsman"!

Maybe it was one second, maybe it was ten seconds... When the sound of wind, smell, light, and even the sound of breathing could not be felt, the eagle eye moved.

Keng!Keng!

A scene with a strong sense of déjà vu was played out... two people passing by each other stopped at each other's original place.

The atmosphere was immersed for a second, and Avis spoke: "You won... It's a pity that I will never see that day again... Plop!"

Avis fell to the ground and was quickly covered in blood...and as the winner, Hawkeye inserted his sword into the ground and covered the deep wound on his waist.

"Congratulations, do you need a bandage?" Reg came to Hawkeye with a smile on his face.

Regarding the bad joke with Reg, Hawkeye first squinted, then nodded slightly: "Hurry up, I don't want to spend too much time recovering from my injuries."

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