I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

However, it is impossible to dodge elementally, which is precisely the biggest inconvenience for you who are bulky and difficult to maneuver.

As long as you suppress it at the level of absolute strength, your combat power is incomparable even to Marko.

Even without the power of a devil fruit, I still have a hundred ways to defeat you, Tiki!"

While speaking, he approached Tiqi step by step, and the majestic murderous intent swept him into the center of the vortex like a vast ocean.

Continuous black mist lingered around Tiqi, and the darkness manifested in the form of smoke devoured the ice, blood, and light around him.

As soon as he noticed the physical difference between the two sides, the quick-thinking Blackbeard changed his combat strategy.

The pitch-black mist was churning, like a living thing, and it seemed to breathe by itself between swallowing and puffing.

It wasn't until a certain distance was separated from Sakaski with the help of the black mist that the fearful Blackbeard managed to regain some of his domineering posture: "You know me?"

Standing on the periphery of the darkness, the human-shaped volcano raised its head and looked up at the sky for a few seconds as if staring at something: "Of course, you are one of the few people who are cursed by 'fate'."

Although it is not clear why Sakaski made this remark, suddenly, Tiqi let out a laugh with obvious sarcasm: "I'm sorry, general, I don't believe in fate.

But fatalism sounds like something you self-proclaimed defenders of justice would say. "

But he never expected that the man nodded in agreement: "I know, because I don't believe it either.

Whether it is fate or fate, if everyone has a mission destined to be born, wouldn't it be meaningless to say that the various changes in each stage of life and the different environmental encounters are meaningless? "

Tichi's laughter was rarely stagnant, and he stared at Sakaski complicatedly, seeming angry, desperate and helpless.

Even Tiqi himself didn't notice, and there was a trace of recognition in his eyes that he didn't notice when he looked at the other party: "Then what do you want to express? Your Excellency, the general who has taken off his military uniform?"

[Of course it's the enemy who shames me to take off his clothes] An unrealistic and exaggerated thought flashed in his mind, which made the mouth of the usually rigorous and dull middle-aged man slightly twitch.

Sakaski calmly waded into the mist, and the high-armed domineering aura attached to his body was like an invisible thick armor, ignoring the black mist that turned into long ropes of black snakes in an attempt to entangle and bind him: " Having said so much, I just want to tell you that your failure was not due to 'fate', the reason for your defeat...is simply because you completely angered this old man!"

Endless darkness shrouded the expeditionary army god who broke into it rashly, but with only his knowledge and domineering perception, he easily locked the opponent's position.

The red dog, whose figure suddenly exploded, tore through the black and deep smoke curtain with a destructive force, and slammed into Tiqi.

These darkness, which symbolizes devouring everything, is planned to be a cannon under the control of Tiqi, spraying and hitting Sakalski with all the ice debris absorbed previously.

"The old man is quite strict with that child on weekdays, and he rarely sees him with a smile on his face.

Instead, it's more about training and coaching. "These high-speed hailstones hit Sakaski, but they couldn't stop his progress.

He whispered something softly, like a talkative parent showing off his excellent child to others: "But she is always very worry-free, clumsy but trying to do the best for her.

I always prefer to go through a lot of trouble myself, and I don't want to cause trouble to others.

Even though he was beaten and bullied outside, he never complained when he got home, let alone complained to the old man. "

Sakalski looked at Tich meaningfully: "

If you hit the young one, the old one will come naturally, and if you come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later. "

Unavoidable, Tichi bites the bullet and goes forward, and the domineering left fist wrapped in armed colors continues to blast out like a machine gun.

The heavy and dense punches, like a shower, landed almost uninterruptedly on the arms that Sakaski put together to protect his head and upper torso. The momentum was huge, but it was difficult to block it with a defensive posture. Sakalski does real damage.

The general who stood still stood there seemed to be disdainful: "Continue to fight?"

The long-lost heavy punches reminded him of the scene when he asked Jonathan to be a training partner at the beginning of his training with the help of the Hailou stone bracelet.

He stared at Tiqi, who had just completed the combined punch for more than ten seconds. Under the horrified gaze of the other party, his steps were slightly wrong, his fists were pressed against the sides of the jaw, and he slowly assumed a boxing stance:

"The real combo is to hide the killing intent of the enemy in every heavy punch, and then explode out.

like this..."

Before the words fell, continuous punches followed.

Even Kuzan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, could barely catch a glimpse of the afterimage that should be left by the fist.

The violent explosive force is even better than the initial velocity of a cannon ejected from the chamber.

Blackbeard seemed to be a rice cake being slapped vigorously with a wooden hammer. Every blow would deform the soft and glutinous rice cake until it deformed and sank.

Before the elastic glutinous rice recovered and smoothed out the deep wooden hammer mark, another circle of wrinkles caused by the surface tension of the glutinous rice was superimposed under the cover of the new blow.

The berserk heavy punches crazily tore the air between swings, breaking through the sound barrier and continuously oppressing the air hovering around with the force of each punch, unexpectedly forming a rather strange air wave resonance in the air.

Combining domineering and iron fists with dense fists, focusing on the opponent's upper body, the heavy punches that are enough to destroy a building were pounded in an area less than a few meters away. Blackbeard's strong muscles Layer upon layer of circular indentations are made on the top.

The surging air waves rushed directly to Kuzan's side, blowing his clothes to the ground, and the commander of the deep-sea ship who was respected as "Admiral" in the Fishman Island seemed to have a glimpse of his future fate in fishing from this scene. .

Life is not easy, Kuzan sighed.

This long sigh mixed with many emotions was submerged in Sakaski's extremely carefree and unrestrained battle roar:

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola..."

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PS (not counted in the word count)OlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOlaOla la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora la ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora

To be continued Ola Ola...

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529. The handsome position will change (Part 1)

"Well..." Even though Kuzan was used to tragic scenes during his decades in the army, he couldn't help but feel pity for the scene in front of him.

Under his knowledgeable and domineering perception, the mass of rotten flesh lying limp on the ice was already out of human form.

Maybe Blackbeard's death method was too curious, or maybe Kuzan wanted to have an in-depth understanding and precautions in advance of the beating that was likely to befall him in the future.

The admiral of the deep-sea ship, who had always expressed a lack of interest in close combat, leaned forward to take a closer look.

Half squatting next to the rotten flesh that could no longer be described as a corpse or remains, the strong bloody smell coming out of his nostrils was disgusting.

But after all, Kuzan is not the kind of rookie who has just entered the battlefield, and he has long been accustomed to cruel and disgusting scenes.

He stared at a pair of dead fish eyes that were about to sleep, and even stretched out his hands casually and gracefully to fiddle with the bloody corpses.

Staring straight at the stuffed meat sticking to the tip of his finger, Kuzan unreasonably thought of the noodles with meat sauce and beef balls that are quite common on weekdays.

It was just these delicacies popping up in his mind instantly, which instantly made Kuzan's complexion slightly turn blue.

[These two kinds of food will no longer be able to be eaten in the future. . . . 】Despite lamenting hypocritically in his heart, Kuzan put aside his discomfort for the time being and carefully examined Sakalski's "masterpiece"