The Laughing Clown in Pirate

Margao opened the door of the medical room, abundant sunlight shone on his face, the sea breeze was fresh, and the blue sea and sky were in front of him.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the wooden walkway next to the ship, his steps unhurried and slow.

There were violent collisions from the direction of the deck, as well as the exaggerated laughter of a clown, and from time to time, one or two angry roars could be heard.

'Looks like the Joker has taken on Jozy'

The unhurried pace sped up a little. Although Margao still had a calm expression with half-draped eyelids, the green-blue flames jumping on his shoulders became more active.

More than a year has passed since the Sundae Marie Joy incident, but the world is still in the grip of the storm set off by those two men.

Although after the Holy Land incident, the fish-man hero Fisher Tiger was active in the first half of the Grand Line, liberating slaves everywhere, and the clown disappeared and searched for traces, but this short silence cannot make people forget the crazy clown in the Holy Land Mary

The dazzling flame ignited by Joya.

He is still the most evil criminal in this world who won the title of Five Emperors at the age of less than 30 and whose bounty is second only to Whitebeard!

Bucky the Clown is about five years younger than Malgo.

This year, Margao Kankan reached the age of thirty.

Thirty years old is about half the life span of the "long-lived people" in this sea.

He has a father who is known as "the strongest man in the world", and his growth has been smooth sailing.

When he was a teenager, he followed Whitebeard, saw the scenery in the second half of the Grand Line, and competed with the legendary pirate Golden Lion and the Pirate King Monkey D. Roger's pirate group.

Even the fantasy beast-type fruits, which are no less rare than natural fruits, were only gifts given by Whitebeard during his coming-of-age ceremony.

As Whitebeard's reputation grew, the "big family" called the Whitebeard Pirates also grew more prosperous.

Margao fulfilled the responsibilities of the eldest son in a "big family" very well.

There are sixteen adopted sons, and the pirates called "Whitebeard Daddy" are a big family with countless people. There are occasional small conflicts, but overall they are harmonious and warm, and there are no incidents of brothers turning against each other or adopted sons killing each other.

Margao originally just wanted to maintain such a dreamy life.

Whitebeard's illness and the rise of his two contemporaries, the Joker and Fisher Tiger, made this man who was more than calm but not aggressive enough to truly realize his responsibilities and ignited new ambitions.

"The Strongest Man in the World" Whitebeard, his father, will grow old one day.

At that time, as the eldest son, he will replace Whitebeard and become the keel of this big family, allowing this big family to continue to sail smoothly on this sea of ​​freedom.

And Bucky the Clown, a member of the Roger Pirates, is now a peer with the same title as Whitebeard.

It is the "touchstone" for Margao to test his quality!

"Let me see it! Clown!"

"The gap between you and me!"

The captain of the first team, Margao, appeared on the deck, but did not have any impact on the two people fighting on the deck.

"Come on! Jozy! Hey hey hey... come on." The clown on the deck stomped his leather boots playfully, winked, and waved the red cape he got from nowhere.

Opposite the clown, half of Jozi's upper body had turned into diamonds, breathing heavily and staring closely at the mischievous clown in front of him.

Margao crossed his arms and felt helpless.

He could see that Jozi was completely irritated by the clown, and the battle had become a simple game of "you bump into me and hide".

"Come on!"

"Go, Jozy!"

"Knock him to pieces!"

Around the two fighting men, Whitebeard and the "family members" of the pirate group laughed and cheered.

Boom! The moment Jozi started up, even the deck made of Baoshu Adam wood cracked.

Under the huge reaction, Jozi shot towards the clown like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the air in front of him was squeezed into a sonic boom cloud.

The impact speed this time exceeded the speed of sound.

Hunt, hunt, hunt... The bright red cloak fluttered in the hurricane, completely covering the clown.

Jozi rushed out and directly broke through the guardrail at the edge, shooting towards the junction of sea and sky.

Huh...huh... The red cloak fluttered in the strong wind, slowly falling, and the clown's bowing figure also magically appeared from behind the fallen red cloak.

After this graceful bow, the sound of waves falling into the water was heard in the distance.

A crew member of the Whitebeard Pirates laughed and took off his shirt, jumped into the sea and prepared to take Jozi back to the ship.

Even if the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates is a fruit user, he will not lose all his ability to move when he falls into the water. To put it bluntly, Jozi just can't save face.

"Then who's next?"

Raising his head, the clown's eyes swept across the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates, and finally landed on Margao, who was standing aside with his arms folded.

"Ah, long time no see, Bucky." Margao waved his hand and walked towards Bucky.

"Oh, Malgao!" Bucky said with a smile: "I have to pay back that kick last time."

"The last time?" Margao recalled for a while, and then remembered the last round of confrontation with the Roger Pirates.

He kicked a blue-haired ponytail kid into the sea, and a red-haired kid jumped into the sea to save him.

The "beautiful" pictures in his memory put a happy smile on his lazy face.

"That was eight or nine years ago, you still remember, Bucky." Malgao stood opposite the clown, blue flames ignited on his shoulders, wrists, and ankles.

"I always have a good memory." The clown fumbled in his pocket and took out a few knives: "You don't mind if I use weapons."

"Whatever." Mal shrugged, his posture relaxed.

"Then, I'm going." Several knives spun in the clown's hands and shot at Margao the moment the clown raised his wrist.

Margao's expression condensed, and just as he was about to dodge, the knife flying in front of him split into a rain of blades in mid-air.

"Can't avoid it!"

In an instant, blue flames steamed from Margao's body and spread all over his body.

In the burning and changing flames, his figure gradually changed into a bird shape, and all the blades were immersed in the blue flames.

With the sound of a phoenix all over his body, Mal, who transformed into a phoenix, leaped high into the sky and suddenly opened his wings in mid-air.

The strong wind roared, and blades burning with blue flames fell like rain.

Split! Split! Before each blade is shot into the body, the corresponding part of the clown's body splits in advance.

He jumped up high, took out the two knives from his pockets with both hands, and chopped off Margao's shoulders in two places.

The two knives slashed in, but did not completely cut off the wings. Margao's muscles tightened, and his domineering force prevented the two knives from continuing to penetrate into the body. At the same time, the wings turned into hands again and grabbed the clown's wrist.

At this time, the clown let go of his hands holding the two knives, and his suspended body fell suddenly like an open spring.

Phew! Phew!

Margao pulled out the two swords stuck in his shoulders, and the flames on his shoulders ignited to heal the injury. The moment he landed, he was already rushing towards the clown with the two swords in hand.

Two daggers appeared in the clown's hands, silently cutting off the two knives that Margao had slashed, and at the same time picking at Margao's wrists.

Margao's wrists were weak for a moment, and the flames ignited to heal the clown's severed tendon. He re-grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and smashed it into the clown's face.

Bang! The clown turned into a spinning top, spun dozens of times and stood not far from Margao.

But his head was still spinning funny on his neck, until he raised his hands and pressed his head with a snap.

"Hehe, this is powerful enough!"

The clown gave a thumbs up and praised.

Malgao drooped his eyelids and slowly pulled out the two daggers left by the clown on his chest, and the wounds ignited flames to heal the wounds.

"What a foul fruit ability!" Clown Bar chimed.

"Each other."

Not long after the fight, the two men, who were at about the same level of domineering, both knew that they couldn't do anything to each other.

The damage caused by the clown's splitting ability will be immediately healed by Margao, and the corresponding attack by Margao will also be avoided by the clown's splitting ability.

Therefore, the battle between the two of them will be a protracted battle of competing abilities.

Looking at each other, the two were about to rush towards each other again, but were interrupted by a burst of heroic laughter.

"Gula la la la! Stop it, Margao!" The white-bearded man, who was naked and wearing a white cloak and was over six meters tall, laughed.

"My ship can't stand your troubles anymore."

He walked to his own seat on the deck that was as big as a double bed and sat down. He put his hands on both sides of the seat and looked down at the Joker and the crew of the Sun Pirates who followed the Joker aboard the Moby-Dick.

The strong domineering aura of the king pressed down on the clown and his party the moment Whitebeard leaned over.

The strong momentum even turned into a storm, blowing away the clown's long blue hair tied behind his head.

Plop... Plop... The crew members of the Sun Pirates fell one by one, but the Joker stood very relaxed with his hands in his pockets.

"I feel it, kid!" Whitebeard was a little surprised, "You have such a kingly aura but you don't get it?"

"Gu la la la, fun, so fun!" With the heroic laughter, White Beard lost his domineering look.

"Blue-haired boy, are those from the Sun Pirates behind you? I thought they would be stronger!" Whitebeard said with a hint of sarcasm.

Behind the clown, only a dozen people were still standing on the deck.

"They fought a battle with the navy's elite, and then walked directly across the Fish-Man Island to the new world with me."

"They are too tired."

The clown spread his hands and replied.

Whitebeard ignored the sarcasm hidden in the clown's words and leaned forward slightly.

"What about you?"

"Why did you come to my ship?"

"If you are here to seek my asylum!"

"So"

Whitebeard's voice echoed across the sea.

"Be my son!"