One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

As the roar like thunder exploded, the man drew a gorgeous parabola in the air and landed heavily on the huge rock. He stepped on the rock with his feet and bounced out. His whole figure immediately flew straight towards the direction where he was like an arrow.

Seeing the high-speed moving figure bringing with it a series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and the solid rocks collapsing like tofu dregs wherever it passed, even a strong man like Roger did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, without any extra thoughts, his eyes suddenly glared.

In an instant, an invisible aura turned into a violent wind roaring out from his body. Countless thick dark red lightning bolts crisscrossed in it, and with crackling sounds, they surged towards the flying figure.

Coincidentally, at the same moment, a large amount of dark purple lightning came roaring from a distance like wildly dancing vines with the force of thunder, as if to devour everything in front of it.

With a deafening roar, the two powerful forces collided violently, causing the surrounding air to be squeezed and distorted. Red and purple lightning intertwined into a huge irregular light net, with dazzling lightning constantly jumping from it, covering half of the sky.

With the collision point as the center, the huge air wave quickly spread out in circles like ripples. Even the nearby mountains began to vibrate violently. Cracks gradually appeared on the surface, and countless pieces of gravel fell and hit the ground with a loud bang.

A group of fully armed soldiers, following the orders of the Celestial Dragons, were rushing to the east coast for support, but suddenly they stopped in their tracks. It was as if their spirits had suffered a strong shock at this moment, and they fell down with foam at the mouth.

boom!

A deafening explosion sounded in the sky again. The center of the collision between the two lightning bolts caused a shocking explosion. The powerful impact force caused both of them to be blown away, like two meteors streaking across the sky and falling to the ground respectively.

"I didn't expect to run into someone with Conqueror's Haki right at the start. Should I say it's good luck or bad luck...?"

In just a moment, Roger stabilized his body in the air, rolled back several times, and landed steadily on a rugged high ground. His breathing was very even, and there was no sign of any effort on his face. He just raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked the figure who fell to the ground like a cannonball not far away, causing his figure to be completely submerged in the smoke and dust, "Let's not talk about those things for now. You just said that you came to end it with me, right?"

The only response he got was a gust of whistling wind.

The dense smoke and dust were blown away in an instant, revealing the burly figure that had just been seen.

Roger then realized that the man was actually dozens of times more ferocious than he looked from a distance. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot and seemed to be spewing fire, his chest was heaving violently as if it was also filled with anger, his long black hair was fluttering in the wind, and the pair of horns on his head that were winding up to the sky were trembling slightly. He looked like a fierce god who had just crawled out of hell, ready to vent all his resentment at any time.

In his right hand he held a huge mace, from which purple lightning continuously burst out, causing the air around him to crackle, making the aura he exuded even more powerful. Around his feet were densely covered in intricate cracks, extending all the way to the foot of the mountain fifty meters away.

If others saw his ferocious appearance, they would be scared and run away, not daring to look back again, and it might become an unforgettable shadow in their hearts.

But Roger didn't run, he didn't even move his feet, he looked him over carefully, with a look of surprise on his face as if he had seen a rare and exotic animal.

Suddenly, a photo from a wanted poster flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly remembered something and blurted out, "I remember! No wonder I felt you looked so familiar just now. You must be Kaido, the 'new monster' who has emerged on the sea in recent years, right? It makes sense that you have such a strong domineering aura."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Roger could not help but feel a sense of loss and disappointment. He scratched his hair in embarrassment, but his voice did not lose its original boldness at all: "Can you at least say something? Even if we are enemies, I really want to know why you hate me so much!"

Roger's words sounded like an extremely harsh irony to the young man. After a twitch of his facial muscles, he squeezed out a few words from his throat: "It's been a month since the incident on Beehive Island. You can't have forgotten it so quickly, right?"

Although his voice was very low and his tone was quite vague, Roger still heard it clearly. As if confirming a fact, he shrugged slightly and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "If I say that the real murderer is someone else, it won't be convincing to you now, right?"

"…Locks and Newgate also thought so. The things you stole inexplicably appeared on this island. No matter how you think about it, it's not right.

"However, it is an indisputable fact that someone saw you and your men destroying the town that day. There are only a few masters in the entire sea who can injure that guy like that..."

Kaido wielded the mace with both hands, creating a huge gust of wind with each swing. The fierce light in his eyes became more intense, and he shouted word by word, "So, before you can prove your innocence, I will fight you until one of us falls!"

Roger, who was ready to fight to the death with the Rocks Pirates, was quite surprised by his answer. After a brief moment of daze, he reached out and pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist, with a refreshing smile on his face: "In this case, I have nothing to say. The truth of the matter should be decided by the one with stronger force!"

"Exactly what I want!"

With a roar, Kaido crushed the ground with his feet, and his whole body turned into a stream of purple light and shot towards Roger.

"Come on, boy!"

Roger grinned, drew out his long sword and rushed forward at a speed as fast as lightning and thunder, leaving countless afterimages on the ground, and appeared in front of Kaido in an instant.

--So fast!

Kaido's heart suddenly shuddered, and the moment his eyes met the other party's, he suddenly felt a huge pressure like a mountain pressing on him, making him almost unable to breathe.

In an instant, Kaido felt that he had been suppressed in momentum, and Roger seemed to have taken the initiative in the battle.

——How could I allow such a thing?

"Thunder gossip!"

With his unyielding spirit, Kaido suddenly roared, and the black mace dragged a long purple lightning, sweeping from right to left.

"Well done!"

As if he was moved by the opponent's sudden fighting spirit, the smile on Roger's face became more unbridled. Invisible waves surrounded the blade and turned into an unstoppable sword light, which cut through the air and burst into sharp screams, and slashed towards the enemy at hand with unparalleled power.

"God avoids!"

In an instant, a magnificent light illuminated the valley on the southeast side and silhouetted half of the sky. After a brief collision, the purple and red figures crossed each other, like two beams of light brushing the ground straight into the distance. Wherever they passed, gravel flew everywhere and the sound of air exploding was endless. Several nearby mountains could not withstand the impact of the two huge forces and exploded instantly.

"Tsk, it seems like it's even more noisy over there than here..."

The deafening roar echoed in Green's ears, forcing him to look back at the valley shrouded in light. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Does that mean Roger has already fought with someone? Is it Rocks or that guy? No, the domineering aura seems to be much weaker..."

"I say, it's not good to look around!"

While he was thinking, a sharp gust of wind suddenly hit him from behind. Gringo quickly turned around, swung out his long sword in his right hand, and quickly blocked Jabba's axe, forcing him back a few steps.

Without giving Green any chance to breathe, another sharp blade filled with domineering aura pierced through the air and came rushing over from the left, making a hissing sound as it pierced the air.

Just as the knife was about to touch Greengu's waist, in a flash, Greengu leaped into the air, causing the long knife to almost pass by him. At the same time, he flipped sideways in the air and kicked out with his legs in a series of kicks, like a lot of phantoms, continuously hitting the wrist of the attacker, without hitting other parts at all.

Strictly speaking, every attack from Greengu was blocked by that person.

"Ok?"

Greengu somersaulted backwards and landed steadily on the ground. He looked at the man he had just fought with interest, with a hint of a happy smile on his face. "Not bad, I didn't expect Roger to have such a capable man under his command. He is worthy of admiration."

"Huh...Huh...I don't think I can stand up to your praise..."

The second in command of Roger's pirate group, Hilbaz Rayleigh, was panting heavily at this moment, and his face looked extremely exhausted. He felt that every kick from the enemy was as powerful as a thousand pounds. Even though his arm was covered with Armament Haki, his bones were rattling and he could hardly resist. If the enemy had added a little more force, his entire left arm would probably have been broken into several pieces on the spot.

Fergaland Gringold, a world noble who should have been enjoying a life of luxury, was in fact no less powerful than the top warriors on the sea. Even when he joined forces with Jabba, who was second only to him, he could only tie with him and could not gain much advantage.

What's more troublesome is that there is no trace of scars on his clothes or skin, and his expression shows a relaxed look, which makes it obvious that he is far from serious.

Perhaps in his eyes, this battle was just a game to pass the time.

These thoughts that emerged in his mind one after another only aroused Rayleigh's inner fighting spirit even more. His eyes flashed with unusual excitement, and he subconsciously clenched the long sword in his right hand tighter.

People who are extremely eager to become stronger will try every possible way to surpass an opponent they cannot defeat at the moment.

What motivated him, Jabba and even most of the crew members on the ship was to try their best to protect all their companions, including Roger, and all of this was inseparable from the word "trust".

It was the captain's consistent and unconditional trust that made him trust them without any worries. In return, he had to respond to his expectations.

"...Hey, Jabba, do you remember how we used that trick that day?" Rayleigh straightened up, trying his best to keep his balance, and moved his eyes to his partner who was also panting.

"How could I forget? I can still vividly remember the tragic scene of that large sea king being blasted into a pulp in an instant..."

Jabba wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his smile not diminishing at all. He pointed his right axe at Gringo's head and asked, "But isn't it a bit of an overkill to deal with this guy?"

"I don't think that kind of creature can be compared with him." Rayleigh spread his hands and showed a helpless attitude.

"Haha, that's true."

Jabba swung his two axes in a semicircle, crossing them in an X shape in front of his chest. His sharp eyes could be vaguely seen through the dimmed lenses. "Get rid of this guy in one go, and then go meet up with Captain Roger."

"It's been a while since I've had such consistent ideas with you. After all, we'll have to face a more troublesome guy later."