One Piece: Transform into the Eight Great Demons!

Punk Hassard, Institute for the Future.

Core Basement.

Lindsay collided with A-3, causing a deafening roar!

In the words of the two of them——

This battle is the process of two 100% Alvin Lindsay moving towards 101%.

Whoever makes a breakthrough on the basis of this deity first will win the final victory!

Is this reasonable?

unreasonable.

But if it were put on "Ewen Lindsay", it would be convincing enough!

"Ha ha!"

Lindsay threw out a punch, but No. A-3 raised his leg to block it.

boom!

The strange force exploded on No. A-3's calf, directly tearing it into a puddle of shattered light spots.

Spots of light flew up and down, burning Lindsay's skin.

"?!"

Lindsay stuck out her tongue, rolled up one of the light spots, and bit it completely with her fangs!

Click!

Lindsay's eyes widened, and she suddenly approached No. A-3's face, and said with an excited smile: "Is the Sparkling Fruit so fun?"

"It's so cool~!"

Thief A-3 laughed, suddenly opened his mouth, and golden flashes of light gathered in it, locking Lindsay's head firmly.

Didi, didi, didi - Phew!

Different from Kizaru's laser, A-3's laser has longer charging time, but is more powerful!

Lindsay didn't intend to take the blow forcefully, so she immediately pushed her palm hard, hit No. A-3's chin with the heel of her palm, and drove an arrow of power into it.

boom!

A-3 was forced to raise its head, and the laser in its mouth was shot directly upward.

Uh-huh!

The high-speed laser was like a sharp sword, directly penetrating the several-story building above and rushing into the sky.

Swish la la la...

The corners of No. A-3's mouth cracked, bursts of black smoke flowed out, and the mechanical pupils rotated, staring at Lindsay below.

It hoarsely said: "You want to see the fireworks, right? Bastard!"

Lindsay's eyes smiled like crescent moons, projecting scarlet light, "I prefer stars."

No. A-3 grabbed Lindsay's head and threw him upwards forcefully.

"All of you will have to turn into fireworks instead of stars!"

Uh-huh!

Halfway through the throw, Lindsay suddenly spread her wings and forcibly paused her body.

He hung upside down in the air, stretched out his finger and gently tapped the tip of No. A-3's nose, and said with a faint smile: "I hope you like being a star."

Curse blue form!

The huge arrow of power was pulled out, aimed at the front of A-3, and shot out.

Ode!

A-3 tilted his head and barely managed to avoid it, while the arrow of power continued to move forward, penetrating the protective wall of the Future Research Institute from the inside.

"call!"

Seeing this scene, a few drops of coolant could not help but flow out from the robot's forehead.

"Hey, I almost died..."

…

"dying!"

"Absolutely, absolutely dead!"

Off the coast of Punk Hassad, a small speedboat is secretly lurking.

A senior reporter from World Economic News was ordered to park the ship nearby and monitor Punk Hassad's every move.

The boss behind this senior reporter is none other than Morgans, the president of the World Economic News Agency known as [Big News]!

Being reused by your boss and entrusted with important tasks should be a good thing.

But at this moment, the senior reporter felt extremely regretful and even wanted to resign on the spot!

Because every "attack" that erupted from Punk Hassad was of "war" level power!

Thick lasers shot straight into the sky, sharp arrows rushed into the distance...

No matter which attack hits the nearby sea, its terrifying power will inevitably roll up huge waves and completely swallow up the small boat!

In other words, the battle that broke out in Punk Hassad, even if it was just the aftermath, could cost him his life!

"Damn...damn!"

The senior reporter's whole body was shaking, but his professionalism overcame the fear in his heart.

He crawled on the deck of the boat, took out the phone bug in his arms, and dialed his president.

Bulu Bulu Bulu...

Bulu Bulu Bulu...

Click!

…

The phone bug's signal traveled all the way and finally arrived at the "red port."

At this moment, Morgans and a group of reporters had just seen off the new batch of royals and were resting near the dock.

Seeing the phone ringing, Morgans immediately picked up the phone.

Seeing this scene, the other reporters looked at their president, a little curious in their hearts.

After all, the topic of the Provisional World Conference is already weighty enough, not to mention the breaking news of "Ryuugong Kingdom" and "Celestial Dragons".

But this time, Morgans was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. He was not in a hurry to make it a front-page headline, but was waiting for something.

Are you waiting for this call?

Yes.

Because after Morgans picked up the microphone, his expression visibly turned into ecstasy!

"Hehehehe, is it? I know!"

"Retreat? No, no, no, you have to continue to monitor Punk Hassad!"

"Come on, I believe in you, you will leave your name in the history of world journalism!"

"So don't even think about escaping!"

"..."

Click clip.

Morgans hung up the phone, and then began to ruffle his feathers subconsciously. The excitement in his heart was self-evident.

"Let me think, let me think..."

he muttered.

"A lot of things have happened on the sea recently, and each one seems worthy of being on the front page."

"Provisional World Conference;"

"The Dragon Palace Kingdom and the rescued Celestial Dragons;"

"Arlan, the 'Knight Country' that suddenly lost contact;"

"Also, [Devils] invaded Punk Hassad, and a fierce battle broke out."

"Uh-huh……"

"Can these things be connected together?"

"..."

Listening to Morgans' muttering, the reporters around him felt a little numb.

Is Morgans, known as "Big News", a qualified "journalist"?

No!

He is indeed very interested in big news, always thinking about how to tell it to the public, and is even willing to risk his life to shoot news materials.

He claims to be a miser, but he will not accept black money to report on things he does not want to report, and he does not like others to control his reports. He must decide what to publish.

But at the same time, Morgans will exaggerate facts or even make up news based on his own subjective wishes or in order to attract attention!

"hey-hey……"

"Hey Hey!"

After a while, Morgans chuckled, obviously having an idea.

"It's decided! Today's front page headline has been decided!"

Morgans waved his hand and greeted the reporters beside him.

"Act quickly, we are going to write a piece of big news that will shock the sea!"

"Hurry up!"

"..."

…

Meanwhile, Punk Hassard.

Lindsay and A-3 continued to fight fiercely.

The two of them were going back and forth, still in the testing stage, and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

On the other side, [Kizaru] Porusalino returned to everyone and came to Vegapunk's side.

Looking at the two people fighting fiercely in mid-air, Kizaru pursed his lips and said quietly:

"The battle between the natural type and the phantom beast species is really scary..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Kizaru noticed that Vegapunk's face was extremely ugly.

Vegapunk waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the ancient ship.

Zhan Taomaru followed closely, also a little puzzled, "Hey, Uncle Punk, do you think [Devil] will lose?"

"No……"

Vegapunk shook his head, looked back at Lindsay and A-3 in the fierce fight, and frowned deeper.

"I have a bad feeling."

"——This is a very bad premonition, we must prepare early!"

Vegapunk dived into the cabin, leaving only one intriguing word.

"The world government is about to take action!"