Kaido: My son has the talent to be the Pirate King

"No... No way, what kind of joke is this!"

After eight mirrors, after hearing the sound of the mirror breaking in his ears, his eyes widened in vain.

His bloodshot eyes trembled uncontrollably as he watched the cracks gradually stretch out on the mirror.

But no matter how shocked he was, how unwilling he was to accept it.

At this time, he could only watch the shocking cracks, like a giant python winding and circling, extending until it covered the entire Eight Mirrors.

Ultimately.

The shock wave dissipated.

The Eight Mirrors barely survived.

But the dog was not even the slightest bit happy.

The Eight Mirrors, which he regarded as absolute defense, could only hold Yang Jian with one palm.

What about the second palm?

His thoughts seemed to be understood by Yang Qian.

"Eight mirrors?" Yang

Qian's eyes sank slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the eight mirrors that he was struggling to resist under the golden Buddha's palm.

Sneering

at his Buddha face is still ancient and unwavering, but with one after another hideous, the huge overlord-colored black thunder burst out from the body, and when the rope was wrapped around the palm of the Buddha, a supreme domineering spirit of head against the sky, feet on the ground, and the heavens and the earth was the only one.

Facing the awe-inspiring domineering spread out between heaven and earth.

Obviously, there are eight mirrors blocking it, but the dog still has a kind of heart that is pinched by a big hand.

Suddenly, cardiac arrest, lack of oxygen to the brain, cold sweat and other reactions filled his body and mind.

"But that's it!"

a cold snort shook the sky.

In a trance.

Everyone on Cake Island felt as if they heard the Buddha chanting.

And in the center of the battlefield, Yang Jian had already raised the Buddha palm again, and the Buddha palm that was wrapped around the overlord's domineering color was slapped again.

"God... Is it covered?"

Looking at the Buddha's palm that fell from the sky and was wrapped around the overlord's black thunder, the dog only felt that his eyes were dark, and a thought couldn't help but pop up in his mind.

The sky was obscured!

The click-and-click

mirror shattered into slag.

There is no shield of absolute defense to resist.

Yang Qian's Buddha palm carried a boundless shock wave, directly engulfing his figure.

Bang,

a huge mushroom cloud rose in an instant, rising to a height of hundreds of meters in the air.

Under the palm of the Buddha.

The dog is gone.

The only thing left was a bottomless sinkhole that was bigger and deeper than before.

One second before the poof

, he just rose into the sky and returned to the surface, and the next second the dog was lying at the bottom of a deeper pit again.

And that's not all.

This time, the Crow Tengu armor on his body also shattered, like glass slag, spilled to the bottom of the pit.

Although this slap did not knock him out of the state of awakening and change back into human form, it did slap the Eight Mirrors that he was proud of, along with the Crowtengu armor, into slag.

As for the ten-fist sword that had just been condensed, it was inserted not far from his body at this time, and the straight sword body was like a toy sword twisted and bent by a child, showing an irregular twisted shape.

"Yang Qian!" like

a gambler who has lost red, he roared to the sky and rose to the sky again.

But this time, before he could break out of the pit and touch the warm sunshine, a golden Buddha palm had already been slapped on his head.

It's another big big bag.

Boom,

another mushroom cloud rises.

Seeing that it was still less than a few meters from the surface, the dog was photographed back to the ground again.

He was unwilling, like a beast at the end of his rope, continuing to fight meaninglessly trapped beasts.

After being slapped underground, he took a moment of respite, and relied on the metamorphosis vitality awakened by the phantom beast species to recover his ability to get up again.

Boom

Buddha palm falls.

The dog, which had only broken through the air and flew four-fifths of the way, fell again in a large shape.

"Yang Qian!"

"Bang

"I... Ahh

What a joke!"

The thump

dog got up again and again, and was knocked down again and again.

The vitality and resilience of extraordinary people are vividly displayed at this moment.

But under the disparity in strength, this kind of vitality and resilience that is different from ordinary people is not only a waste, but also a kind of torture.

Facing the dog who kept getting up and was as tenacious and unyielding as Xiaoqiang, Yang Jian didn't say anything, just sat in the void without moving, and slapped his right hand again and again.

Palm after palm.

It lasted more than an hour.

In this tragic process.

The broken cake island decomposed again, from the original two halves, to three pieces, and even continued to split.

The bottomless black pit continued to stretch deeper.

It wasn't until the bottom layer was broken, the sea water poured in, the island gradually began to collapse, and the breath that belonged to the dog completely disappeared and could no longer be perceived, that Yang Jian stopped the Buddha palm that he didn't know how many times he lifted and slapped it in mid-air.

At this time.

He is like a heavenly Buddha who smiles at the wind and clouds and quietly watches the changes of the times.

Condescendingly overlooking this half of the cake island, it is constantly splitting, sinking, and being swallowed up by the sea bit by bit.

"戌... Where's the dog?"

A piece of fragments of a kilometer island floating on the surface of the sea, Yamato's eyes were in a trance, and he stared blankly at the terrifying scene of the island splitting in front of him, the sea water pouring in, and the mushroom clouds covering the sky.

Charlotte Lingling and Katakuri glanced at each other, but neither mother nor son spoke.

And Yamato, as if he was just an unconscious muttering under his distraction, didn't need anyone to answer at all, just watched in amazement as half of Cake Island's land sank into the sea bit by bit.