One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Looking at the barrage of comments about this, Zoran looked at the remaining pirates with combat power coldly.

"So strong!"

Seeing Zoren's bare feet and bare fists being thrown directly at the disproportionately large number of people, the pirates' faces turned pale, their weapons-holding hands trembled slightly, and they fell back.

The strength is completely different from the harmless appearance of humans and animals!

"That kind of speed, reaction, strength, and melee combat skills - get out of my way! That brat is not something you can deal with!"

A deep and heavy voice came from behind the pirate minions. After the pirates got out of the way with relief, a man nearly four meters tall and as tall as a bear, holding a huge machete that matched his body, Move forward slowly.

Every step he took brought heavy trampling, causing the entire ship to tremble slightly.

"Such a tall and majestic physique." Zoron couldn't help but squint his eyes. The power contained in such an exaggerated physique cannot be too little.

"Kid." The burly man approached him, looked down at Zoron, and his voice vibrated like a drum: "I am the captain of the Evil Blade Pirate Ship—Agura with a bounty of 38 million beli. Please report Your name!"

"Thirty-eight million Baileys." Zoron's eyes lit up slightly. The bounty was a wanted sum set by the navy based on the threat of pirates. Although it could not be directly converted into a symbol to describe combat power, it was also a way for pirates to communicate with each other. A benchmark for measuring strength.

The greater the bounty one has, the greater the honor will be on behalf of the pirate. At least it can prove that one is a reputable figure whose reputation spreads throughout the sea.

"I'm just an unknown person who just went to sea. I don't have a name to say." Zoran replied with a shrug.

"Oh? Kid, if you are willing to join my Evil Sword Pirates, I will not care about you injuring my men, and I will give you the vacant vice-captain position. How about it!" Agura rolled his eyes and threw It comes from conditions that are full of temptation.

"Sorry, I don't hang out with trash." Zollen said calmly.

"Trash? Haha, congratulations to you kid - you succeeded in irritating me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ferocious light in Agula's eyes was revealed, and he directly swung the four-meter-long machete, slashing like a lightning whizzing down.

Zoran quickly reacted and ducked to the side. The big knife grazed the sleeve beside him, completely shattering the thick wooden deck in place. Taking advantage of the pause before Agula had time to retract the knife, Zoran kicked his feet and quickly cut it short. Sprint from a distance, lift the toes diagonally upward in a beautiful arc, and target the opponent's lower body.

"What an insidious little devil."

When he said this, Agula, who was holding a knife in both hands, had already released one hand, twice as big as a bear's paw, and blocked it like a shield.

The toes and fleshy palms collided heavily out of proportion to each other. With a dull sound, the rain was shaken away by the pure and vigorous force.

"So strong! Even more powerful than me!" At the moment of close combat contact, Zoran's eyes couldn't help but become solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He is indeed a pirate figure with a bounty on his head, and is completely different from the previous pirate minions. areas of strength.

Immediately in order to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of the weapon, Zoren, who was already close to him, continued to use fierce fighting skills, forcing Agula to fight purely in close combat.

Agula thought that he had traveled across the East China Sea for many years, so how could he give in in front of a child? His quick reflexes were completely inconsistent with his bloated body, and he was fighting with Zoron.

"Boom bang bang!!!"

In a short period of time, the two had fought for more than ten rounds with physical skills. Their exaggerated momentum and strength overwhelmed the storm outside. The pirates on the deck all retreated five meters away in fear.

I thought that as soon as the powerful captain took action, the opponent would turn into meat and fall down, but now it seems that it is completely different.

"This kid can actually rival the captain in strength!"

"How is it possible? The captain's ancestors have the blood of giants!"

The pirate gangsters were horrified and looked at the terrifying battle situation with wide eyes.

"Who on earth is this kid!!"

What was even more surprising was that Agula, who had a direct fight with Zoron, saw Zoron's seemingly thin body in front of him, but he personally felt a power comparable to his own. During the back and forth fight, Agula grinned in pain even after receiving a punch. He gritted his teeth, but Zoren didn't even grunt when he was hit by a punch. Instead, he fought even more feverishly.

"You kid must be enduring my heavy blows!"

Agula thought this, and at the moment when they quickly changed their bodies, his eyes fell on Zoren's face, and he suddenly trembled, as if he had seen something incredible.

But the corners of Zoren's mouth remained slightly curved, and he was actually smiling in this fierce battle of life and death!

"Have fun! That's what it's like!!" Zoron's dark eyes became brighter and brighter, blood boiled and flowed throughout his body, and his fighting spirit was surging.

In the two years since the training camp, although Lu Qi and I have often had real physical training sessions, they have also kept each other's hands at bay to prevent excessive injuries to each other that would affect the training tasks.

Now that he is immersed in this desperate battle, he can clearly feel the strength condensed in his body, the way the strength is transmitted through flesh and blood, and the transition between new and old strength in physical skills!

This thrill of death dancing on the tip of a knife, the hearty pleasure, this is what his body has been pursuing for the past two years——

fighting! Only fight!

The devil's training camp was originally designed to train new recruits as a war killing machine.

With the continuous fighting, Zoren seemed to have entered a state, and the physical skills he deployed became more and more powerful and smooth, and Agula's stalwart body was pushed back slightly by the oppression.

"Is this the only strength a pirate with a bounty of 38 million Baileys has!? He's still far from defeating me!!" Zoron sneered.

"Don't be too proud, kid! That was just a warm-up exercise!!!" Agula was completely irritated, his eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, his body seemed to be lying down, and he was punched by Zoron, and he groaned in pain. While doing this, he moved his hand down to hold the handle of the broadsword.

"Ok?"

Zoren narrowed his eyes and was about to continue to press forward for close combat, but he was keenly aware of the danger. He kicked and rolled several times in the air, falling behind.

As soon as he had opened a safe distance of a few meters, Agula had already picked up the sword and started spinning with his body. The cold light flashed and quickly formed a gyro-like slash.

"Death!"

The bloated body twisted and spun into an afterimage, which was even more invisible in the white rainstorm. However, the sharp sword light cut off along with the rainwater proved that this was not a trick that was in vain.

Zoran looked at the knife-shaped storm that was spinning and cutting in this direction. After thinking for a moment, he quickly stepped back, but then rushed directly towards the pirates who were watching.

"Wori! Boy, don't come over here!"

The pirates who were originally just melon-eaters were suddenly frightened, and they began to wail one after another.