Pirate's Doom Follows

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching and the sea breeze was gentle.

On days like this, lying on the beach umbrella and taking a nap in the afternoon is the most comfortable thing. After waking up, having a cup of yogurt-flavored smoothie is probably the blissful life in Leo's heart.

However, in such a fine weather, he had to play with a group of pirates at the moment, walking on moon steps in the sky against the sun, while avoiding the rain of bullets from below.

These days are not at all comfortable.

Compared with Leo, whose energy was lowered due to the weather, Atlas, the bastard, was as energetic as ever. When he was on his way, he had the leisure to cut off the thick masts with his feet. Seeing the falling mast knock over a pirate ship, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Really bad

Leo sighed in his heart, and fired another salute in his hand. The shining sequins rained down, and the storm of doom swept towards the shouting pirates below.

A small gift is not a sign of respect

After sending my sincere blessings to the pirates below, the depression in my heart also eased a lot.

At this time, Atlas suddenly landed on the watchtower of a main mast, raised his hand and slapped the pirate wielding a dagger into a puddle of flesh, raised his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Brother, you saw it, that big guy with the garlic nose is Balion, right?"

"Where's that? Atlas, make some room for me, I have no place to stand."

The huge observation deck was crowded with Atlas and a puddle of meat sauce, leaving him with no place to stay. In the end, he had no choice but to step on Atlas's left shoulder and follow the direction of Atlas's finger. In the past, it was a large pirate ship with a ferocious shape. It was considered a large-tonnage warship in the navy.

There were twenty or thirty pirates standing scattered on the deck.

Two of the super big ones stand out from the crowd and are quite eye-catching.

"The garlic-nosed purple curly hair, Storm Balion is gone, the big man with the horned helmet next to him must be the bighorn sheep Agre, are they together? Atlas, be careful."

A roar came out of his throat, and the huge roaring storm shook the pirate ship under their feet, not to mention the observation deck on the mast. It shook even more violently, left and right, up and down, and bumped. Leo's stomach was twitching.

“Wow, it’s so interesting and windy.”

Atlas didn't feel any discomfort at all. His monster-like body made him amazingly adaptable to harsh environments. This level of storm was not enough to affect him. Instead, he let out strange screams of excitement. In comparison, Leo is really weak.

"Storm Balion, the 90 million bounty for the Fan Fruit user seems to be not a trick created by the navy to protect its own face."

There are more than ten fans of various types floating in front of Balion, including round fans, square fans, folding fans, and cattail fans. Each one is the size of a reed mat. They are fanning with all their strength at the moment, whipping up a mighty wind, blowing in front of them. The pirate ship rocked up and down, and a pirate on the deck was caught off guard and rolled and flew out. It hit the mast of a pirate ship behind and shattered into a puddle of mud with a snap.

Superhuman system, branch of creation?

Squinting through the howling storm, he looked at the fans of different shapes. Although no one was operating them, they could fan such an amazing storm. Leo was amazed in his heart. The creative branch of the Superman Devil Fruit was really incredible. Difference.

Now on this sea, Magellan, the Director of the Undersea Prison, Doflamingo Tenyasha, one of the King's Shichibukai, and Senju Cracker, one of the four dessert generals of the Big Thief Group, these strong men eat All are devil fruits of the superhuman creation branch.

Fan Fan Fruit, judging from being able to produce so many fans, is definitely a branch of creation.

Moreover, being able to develop the Devil Fruit to such an extent, this Barrion lives up to the name of the storm. Such a strong wind is almost at the level of seven or eight, and a smaller fishing boat can be blown over directly, even if it cannot On a par with powerhouses like Magellan, the paradise placed in the first half of the great route can be regarded as a top pirate.

If there had never been a great pirate with a bounty of over 100 million, it would be impossible to say