Pirate World: Restoration

Sabaody Archipelago, Mangrove Area No. 66, Naval Base.

"What, Decar is causing trouble at the auction house! These guys from the Kingdom of Adrian are really restless!"

Sengoku put down the Den Den Mushi, his face uncertain.

He knew that the people of the Kingdom of Adrian would never stay still, but he didn't expect them to start causing trouble so soon.

Ten years ago, Rorschach and others, who were only ten years old, had caused trouble in the Sabaody Archipelago, but they didn't expect it to happen again.

"Contact Borsalino and ask him to contain them first, and then ask Sakaski to go to Mangrove Area No. 1."

After giving orders to the navy on the side, Sengoku left the office.

He wanted to go and see it in person, not only because he wanted to protect the Celestial Dragons, but also because he wanted to protect the Sabaody Archipelago.

He knew exactly who was coming from the Kingdom of Adrian this time, and each of them could easily destroy an island.

Especially Decar, who was the most likely to do so in terms of both his personality and his fruit ability.

At the same time, Sabaody Archipelago.

Mangrove Area No. 1. Ka

As the sound rang out, a huge sand blade suddenly appeared on the ground behind Decar, stabbing straight at Decar's back at an extremely fast speed.

Decar was unable to react, and his body was stabbed by the sand blade, rushing forward for a distance.

After stabilizing his steps, Decar looked back and found a man with a big back hair, smoking a cigar, and wearing a black coat standing in the hole in the ceiling, with a golden scorpion venom needle on his left hand and some quicksand wrapped around his right hand.

"Seven Warlords of the Sea, Sand Crocodile."

Decar recognized the man and said in a bad tone: "Why, do you want to be my enemy?"

Crocodile pinched the cigar and said calmly: "There is no way, after all, I am a Seven Warlords of the Sea, and I can't watch you attack the Celestial Dragons."

Although Crocodile is not loyal to the World Government, the identity of the Seven Warlords of the Sea is indeed very useful to him. He doesn't mind showing his loyalty when he can.

"So you want to protect him?" Decar's mouth corners raised, revealing an excited and bloodthirsty smile.

Instantly, a terrifying domineering color burst out, and many nobles who did not have time to escape rolled their eyes and lost consciousness.

Feeling the pressure from Decar, Crocodile's face changed for a while, but he still said calmly.

"Trouble, it seems that we have to fight."

Crocodile threw the cigar, and the quicksand in his right hand began to rotate rapidly, and the strong wind blew the black coat.

Just as the two were about to fight, a door suddenly opened next to Shirahoshi.

"Sister Shirahoshi!"

Shirahoshi turned around after hearing the voice and saw Avril and Carmen standing in a strange space.

"Lord Carmen, Lord Decarshi is going to fight!" Shirahoshi said anxiously.

"Don't worry, a mere Shichibukai is no match for Dekald. Come here first, don't get affected."

Seeing Carmen's calm face, Shirahoshi also felt relieved and swam into the door space.

Dekald, who had been paying attention to Shirahoshi, turned around and focused on Crocodile.

"I heard that you tied with Barrett before. I hope you don't disappoint me."

Dekald was eager to fight and did not underestimate Crocodile.

Although I don't know why he hasn't been in the limelight in recent years, it doesn't prevent Dekald from paying attention to him.

After all, his record is very luxurious. He fought with Barrett, the heir of the devil, for five days and five nights and tied, and escaped from Whitebeard's hands. Although he broke an arm, it didn't affect his reputation.

Not only Dekald thought so, but Crocodile also thought so.

He watched the martial arts competition a few years ago and knew that Dekald was only ninth, while Barrett, who tied with him, was third.

Subconsciously, he thought that his strength was above Dekald's.

"Me too, I hope you won't let me down."

As soon as Crocodile finished speaking, the two of them burst out at the same time.

Dekald's whole body was flashing with dazzling white light, like a meteor across the night sky, with amazing speed.

He punched out, and the terrifying explosive energy began to spread, as if a nuclear bomb exploded.

Crocodile's lower body turned into a desert storm, with equally amazing speed, and his hands turned into four huge sand blades, extremely sharp.

He swung his hands down, and the sharp sword seemed to be able to cut anything!

"Explosive punch!"

"Desert Diamond Sword!"

As soon as the fist flashing with dazzling white light collided with the desert sword, Dekald felt a strange feeling.

Too weak, the pressure transmitted through the fist was very weak, and the most important thing was that he couldn't even feel Crocodile's armedColor domineering.

Under the effect of the explosive energy, the desert sword turned into grains of fine sand and began to float away, hitting Crocodile's chest in one go.

Crocodile also felt something was wrong, but before he could react, Descartes' fist had already landed on his chest.

The terrifying pressure spread to the whole body with the chest as the center. Crocodile felt that his blood flow stagnated for a moment, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Then, as if he was hit by a high-speed warship, his body arched up and flew out uncontrollably.

Bang! ! !

After a loud bang, Crocodile hit the wall of the auction house, and countless stones and wooden boards began to collapse, and dust flew everywhere.

Descartes did not chase, but just looked at his fist in confusion.

If I hadn't become stronger, then there was only one possibility, that is, Crocodile was too weak.

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a sense of boredom.

I've already prepared for a big fight, but you're so miserable.

What Decartes didn't know was that Crocodile was ambitious and powerful a dozen years ago.

But in the past decade, he has been planning to seize Pluto, one of the three ancient weapons, and wanted to rely on external forces, ignoring his own training.

He has been staying in the first half of the Grand Line, and his strength has not improved, and he has even degenerated to the point that he has forgotten how to use his domineering aura.

The dust cleared, revealing the inside.

Crocodile sat on the ground weakly, his face was dusty, the corners of his mouth were still bright red, and a big hole appeared in his clothes on his chest, revealing the sunken flesh inside.

"Huh..."

Crocodile was like a deflated ball, breathing intermittently.

Although he had lost the ability to resist, Crocodile, who was ambitious, still looked at Decartes tenaciously.

Dikal looked at his eyes that were like a bloody beast and said calmly: "The eyes are good, but the person is too weak."