The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 621 The Battle of Long-cherished Wish IV

Apple sea.

"Mom, get out of the way of the willow cake"

"That's not okay. If I let you go casually, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

Ding Ding, Ding Ding faced a large number of glutinous rice thorns protruding from Katakuri's legs. Shanks, who looked solemn, waved a circle of rippled sword energy with his left hand to block them all, and quickly closed the distance with the dancing black cloak. , raising his hand was a series of intensive swings.

"You have such a bad tone. Your face is of no use to anyone."

Katakuri, who wielded the trident named "Earth Dragon", suppressed Shanks' fierce attack with a ferocious gesture of opening and closing it wide and wide, and a large amount of rolling liquid glutinous rice began to surge out of his body: "Glutinous Ball Stab"

The white glutinous rice wrapped around Katakuri's arm kept circling. When it was wrapped around the trident, it had turned into an amazing spiral thorn. Shanks was not angry even though he was despised, but smiled faintly: "Then you Just remember, I am Shanks, the captain of the "Red Haired Pirates", and I will defeat you today."

Taking a step back, Shanks put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, stepped heavily on the deck with his left foot, and swung the sword diagonally with an astonishing momentum. The glutinous rice shell covering the outside was split into two, and the heavy blade remained unabated. Slashing straight into the space between the trident's blades, buzzing

Under the influence of this domineering aura, Katakuri, who blocked Shanks' attack, also showed his overbearing expression. With a gloomy face, he stared at the red hair as bright as blood: "You guys These little brats are all too arrogant. As a senior, I have the obligation to tell you what a humble donut is."

Gulu and Gulu violently swiped Katakuri, who pushed Shanks back, and stepped heavily on the deck with the soles of their feet. When the awakening ability was activated, the entire twisted ship seemed to come alive, with white circles one after another. Rising into the air.

"Seniors in the world of pirates are not based on age, they use fists, faith, and luck."

Shanks jumped up at the same time, stamping on the air with his feet, and charged towards Katakuri with all his strength.

To fight against such a strong man who has awakened his fruit power, he can only fight quickly. Otherwise, if the opponent's ability is exerted plus his own, he is equivalent to fighting two or even more enemies. Over time, he will lose. It must be yourself.

“well come”

Katakuri smiled sternly, revealing his ferocious fangs, and raised his trident with murderous intent. He could not figure out why Reg appeared at this critical period, which was not even two days away.

Kaido is an opponent that even his mother is extremely afraid of, not to mention that he has an immortal body that cannot be hurt. So what made him let go of Reg? Or did the two shake hands and make peace, or was Kaido temporarily in trouble? gone

Katakuri, who had countless questions in his heart, once again recalled the scene when the two met without even needing to take action. It was his complete defeat.

No matter what, you must use the fastest speed to defeat the enemy in front of you, and then support Katakuri, whose mother turned into a demon, to thrust out the trident: "Nine Head Rice Cake"

The moment the pitch-black trident bloomed with a dazzling halo in the sun, nine huge arms emerged from the nine white circles. They were scattered to the left or right, up or down. Shrouded in thin body.

"Big flutter"

The moment Ding touched the trident, Shanks' body rotated, and the dense sword energy formed formed a spiraling hurricane, blocking the incoming huge arms one by one.

"The innocent glutinous dough chants"

Katakuri raised his hands and violently spun the trident. A spiked disc surrounded by white glutinous rice quickly formed. The nine huge arms that attacked again were stronger and faster than before. More than twice as fast, it made a loud noise the moment it hit the blade hurricane, and the impact ripples even made the sea surface ripple.

“Die the unparalleled annual ring-cut cake”

In this terrifying impact, the hurricane that Shanks used to defend also briefly stagnated. Katakuri, who was aiming at this gap, slipped his feet and lowered his waist. He kept circling above his head to accumulate power and gather energy. The spiked round wheel of energy turned into a black and white stream of light and flashed into it.

"The Elegy of the One-Sword Griffon"

The moment the clear cry appeared, a strange creature with the body and claws of a lion, the sharp face of a goshawk, and lifelike wings was formed in the hurricane of scattered sword blades, and the fragrance of red hair fluttered in the roar of the griffon. kes, his hands were raised high in the air and thrust like an inverted grip.

The moment the white disk struck, the gryphon suddenly flapped its wings, raised its claws, and swooped down to coordinate with Shanks' stabbing hands. The majestic power caused Katakuri's expression became more ferocious as he fought with him: "How can a swordsman be so powerful?"

Bang bang, bang bang Katakuri's arms suddenly swelled several times in size, and the trident in his hand also became the right size when covered with pitch black glutinous rice. He picked up the weapon with both hands and rushed forward with a sweeping and domineering attitude.

Just as he had foreseen, Shanks' strong attack chopped the white disc into pieces, and then they collided together, and then the opponent's palm turned into a thorn, stabbing at an unexpected angle to launch the attack.

Katakuri, who was as bright as a mirror in his heart, did not make any unnecessary moves. The moment the astonishing force reached his palm, Shanks unexpectedly turned his palm and stabbed his eyes with his flipped left hand.

"how is this possible"

There was no obstacle. The moment the blade passed through his head, Shanks' body with dilated pupils began to move backwards. The increased strength in his hand wanted him to pull the blade out haha.

Katakuri smiled evilly, and the pierced head suddenly froze the sword blade, and his flowing left hand quickly grabbed Shanks who refused to leave. As a swordsman, especially a swordsman-level opponent, no matter what, They won't let go of their weapons.

With the sword blade firmly stuck, Shanks' right hand trembled violently: "Wind Roll"

After the strong wind waved out in a half-moon shape slightly blocked the flowing glutinous rice, Shanks also faced the trident stabbed at the body by Katakuri's right hand. The three tips on it were emitting a little bit of cold light, and they had not yet arrived. It made him tremble all over.

Shanks, shrouded in the shadow of death, suddenly smiled. He was not angry because of his mistakes, nor was he angry at his opponent's cunning. Instead, he smiled and closed his eyes, seeming to have accepted his own death.

"It's a pity for you"

Katakuri, who was sighing that he had killed a genius, suddenly felt the weight on the sword lighten, and the established position where the trident passed through was empty without any sense of reality.

What was urgent was the huge thrust coming from the tip of the sword. The long sword that flew out was held again by a touch of red. Shanks, who still had his eyes closed, smiled even brighter: "If you don't want to think about anything, just You can’t see my movements anymore.”

Katakuri's eyes were full of contempt, and his head slowly returned to its original state: "Since you are a helper, why don't you even know my information? Also, do you know what you just did?"

Shanks shook his head and stroked the sword lightly: "I'm just talking to myself here to help. As for what you said about being unable to hold a sword, it's the most shameful thing for a swordsman. It's not what you think. Then how do you think I accurately found "Griffin" without thinking about anything?"

Katakuri, who knew more or less the art of swordsmanship, said without hesitation: "It's calling you."

"This is proof of our closeness and freedom from mutual restraint. For other swordsmen, maybe letting go of your hands is a betrayal of the sword and a degradation of the sword, but it does not apply to us."

"Very good, a weird and interesting guy. I will remember you as Shanks of the red-haired pirates. But your companions may not be able to hold on for long. Do you want to save them or not?"

Katakuri, who was holding the trident tightly, stared at him deeply, no longer showing any contempt for the person in front of him. Being unknown does not mean that his strength is unknown, even if he is a guy who once served as a "trainee crew member" under Roger.

"this"

After hearing this, Shanks glanced around the battlefield and his expression became confident: "They are companions that I recognize, not to mention Beckman. He is smarter and stronger than me. Your companions are incomparable." You are stronger, right?"

"Oh la, oh la"

"You ridiculous monkey, you keep taking these painless shots, you still don't show up, you run away everywhere, when are you going to run away?"

"I can't stand the damn loaches, cockroaches, and fleas anymore. Brother Dafu, I'll deal with those trash fishes."

On a large battleship composed of sandwich biscuits, wafer biscuits, cookies and other delicious biscuits, a tall, armored and mighty knight with a thick beard angrily waved a broad-bladed epee in his hand, and another On one hand is a rectangular biscuit shield full of holes.

The shield that was supposed to be used to withstand bullets was hung on his waist and became a decoration. After all, these attacks were soft and could not cause any harm to him at all.

"Stop, I'll have a headache if you leave."

Seeing that this tall and mighty general was about to leave the deck and jump onto another battlefield where the fighting was raging, Beckman, who had used his speed to continue guerrilla warfare, finally appeared.

"Asshole, if you dare to hide around again, I will kill all your companions immediately."

"pat"

Beckman did not scold him, but took out a cigarette and lit it: "Brother, this is not good. Didn't you just call yourself the "Cookie Knight"? You like to fight one-on-one with strong people. Will you use the precious and unique sword "Preje" in your hand to teach me what the baptism of the new world is?"

"I'm not interested in playing with cowards. You're an old guy who only has good escape skills."

Beckman did not ignore Cookie Knight's curse this time, and followed his words to mention the age issue: "You look much older than me. Are you really a "Charlotte Crackler"? How can you compare with your brothers and sisters?" They are so much older. "

"Hey"

The bearded Cracker smiled contemptuously, and the condescending contempt in his eyes was obvious: "If you want to know, then come and defeat me like a man."

"Call a man?"

Beckman, who clicked the rifle with his thumb and "fired the hammer", disappeared quietly in the puff of smoke. This scene made Cracker even more impatient. He casually swung his sword to the right, spitting out tongues of fire. The incoming jet-black bullet was split in two by the sharp sword tip without even leaving a spark.

Another gunfire erupted. Just as Cracker, who was shaking his head, turned to leave, the biscuit shield he held on his left hand shattered. The remaining bullets even penetrated the armor on his waist, leaving a hole. But through the hole, no blood flowed out.

"Integration of fragments"

Even though he was extremely surprised, Cracker immediately restored the broken biscuits and armor to their original state. At the same time, the transparent armor color with rippling circles covered the shield. How did this guy do it?

Cracker raised his shield, used his armed colors, and entered a battle-ready state. In front of him was Beckman, breathing smoke and walking towards him. His face showed an expression of sudden realization: "I've been thinking about the bullet since just now." Why is the sound wrong? It turns out there is someone in the armor."

This sentence, which sounded like nonsense, made Clark's face look gloomy: "So what if you guessed it? Do you think that the kind of luck just now will happen a second time? You despicable and shameless guy, you actually took advantage of it." I don't pay attention to sneak attacks."

"Brother, I'm a sniper. I fight the enemy openly. I'm afraid I'll live too long to despise myself."

“Cut the crap pretzels”

With a swipe of his hand, he raised his sword and released a spiral sword energy that went straight to Beckman's heart. He dodged the impact and fired another shot at the biscuit shield. : "Brother, do you know that everything in this world has its own unique breath?"

The sword attack that Beckman had dodged made a smooth incision on the sandwich biscuit armrest at the back. This was accompanied by the sound of the biscuit shield shattering again and the armor cracking.

"No way you are who you are."

"Everything is possible"

While Cracker was hurriedly repairing his shield and armor, Beckman aimed at the center of his tall body: "Before asking someone's name, it's better to be frank and break it down."

Bang The small projectile that he could ignore before and even thought was ridiculous, the moment it burst out in the flames, made Cracker hurriedly avoid it, for fear that his shield and armor would be shattered again.

Kacha, even though he chose to avoid it immediately, the whizzing black lead bullet exploded halfway, splitting into countless small particle bullets that doubled in speed, directly covering his armor, making it It suddenly collapsed into half.

"It hurts"

Inside the burly armor, a young man with short purple hair, a scar on his right eye, and three straight braids on the back of his head appeared. His height was not even half of the tall armor.

"This is blood"

"You bastard, you actually hurt me"

"You are dead today and it will be useless for anyone to come."

Cracker screamed in pain and touched the small scratch on his waist. After seeing the blood, his eyes turned red. The violent murderous intention he released generated a huge wind pressure, which made the entire battleship sway. : "Come out, biscuit soldiers"