The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

The fierce battle continued.

To be honest, it was the first time that Vidal was so arrogant to a top powerhouse, but it was really cool.

But at the same time, he also felt some muscle pain and mental exhaustion.

Although this respiration effect is quite powerful in terms of strength, speed, recovery and other aspects, and it has greatly improved his hard power, it is not without problems.

The first is the problem of consumption. The power of these golden photosynthetic energy is several times that of the normal photosynthetic energy, which directly leads to its consumption speed and the multiplication factor are almost proportional.

Have you heard these swishing rising sounds? It is volatilizing almost every second, and the collision and recovery in the fierce battle will consume it even faster.

Now it's just because the weather is so good.

In such hot weather with abundant sunshine, the energy is almost endless and endless.

But what if there is no such environment?

There is also excessive speed, which will also encounter stronger air resistance during movement, which is a big test for the strength of the body and domineering.

In other words, he had to face the situation that Bondy Wald faced at a hundred times faster.

Fortunately, photosynthetic energy is also used to strengthen muscles and restore physical strength, so compared to Wald, he feels much better in this regard.

At the same time, as the body has been in a high-frequency state of being cut by the light of the knife and then restored by energy, the muscle tissue is tossed a little unbearably, and it conveys a warning to itself in the form of faint throbbing pain.

If this continues, the body will reach its limit sooner or later!

This is also a point that Raleigh has spotted long ago.

Vidal's dense fruit, although it is not known whether it is superhuman or natural, it is definitely not animal.

Although he is now showing resilience that is comparable to, or even surpassing that of the animal type, he is not an animal type after all, and this gap will become apparent as time goes on.

Of course, this is also related to his lack of physical exercise. If he can train his muscles to the level of Zefa or even Garp.

Coupled with the state of breathing,

Vidal feels that he can kill the future "Phoenix" Marco, or compare with the future peak "Beast" Kaido, who is the real immortal!

 …

"Damn, these guys from Roger's regiment are too difficult to deal with. If this continues, this operation will fail."

A major general, who fell to the deck of the warship during the collision, supported his exhausted body, half-kneeled there panting, and stared unwillingly at the continuing scuffle in the air.

After fighting for so long, I only saw the generals on the navy's side were killed and wounded, falling into the sea like dumplings, but no crew member of Roger's regiment was seriously injured and died.

Even if they were injured, they could safely withdraw to the Oro Jackson.

And the key to this situation is the existence of that Rayleigh and Jabba.

The two of them fought against Lieutenant General Edwin and Major General Vidal, while swinging flying slashes in all directions from time to time, wreaking havoc on the entire battle circle.

By the way, huge trenches were cut out on the sea surface to prevent the entire fleet from catching up with the Oro Jackson.

If a massive encirclement and suppression operation ended with countless casualties on one's own side and no one from the other side was killed or captured, it would definitely deal a major blow to the morale of the navy.

This situation was noticed by many generals present, causing their actions to become more hasty and anxious.

But what they didn't know was that Raleigh was not in a very relaxed mood at the moment.

It wasn't that Vidal's endless entanglement brought him pressure, but that he found that Roger was suppressed in the battle in the central area, which made him a little heavy.

"Karp has become stronger, what has he done in the past two years?"

After reaching their level, every promotion is extremely difficult. Two years ago, Garp and Roger were tied in an absolute sense, and no one could do anything to the other.

But now the former's iron fist can smash the latter's 'Sacred Avoidance', which is simply unbelievable!

"But the sea area of ​​the Whitebeards is coming soon..."

It's just that as his opponent, Vidal, who fought with all his strength, seeing Rayleigh despise him so much, it's impossible not to be angry.

At this time, he had recovered from that state of physical and mental immersion, and he was no longer the only one in his eyes, and began to think about the current situation.

Vidal didn't stop his stormy attacks, and Rayleigh, who was entangled by him, could have such an impact on the surroundings. If he was allowed to do what he wanted, the casualties would increase dramatically.

But I also know that I can't just target Rayleigh, it's meaningless, or there won't be any results!

He must find a way to gain something in this war!

Forcing a 50/50 split with Rayleigh, the 'Pluto', is indeed a great benefit in terms of reputation, but Vidal wants something more tangible.

But the problem is that facing Rayleigh, he needs to deal with it with all his strength, so where is there room for other things?

With the continuous push of the fleet and the Oro Jackson, as well as the fast-moving central battlefield, the air here has long been squeezed and suffocating.

"Roger!"

"Your voyage is over, stay with me!!"

High in the sky, he was stepping on the nearly invisible afterimage moon steps crazily. With this shout, Garp burst out with an incomparably fierce and domineering aura.

【嗡——】

The black fist bone punched Roger not far away!

Peiran's vigorous and violent fist formed a thick and clear fist mark in front of him. This was not a domineering blow, but a phenomenon of pure and solid air blasting out.

"No one can stop my freedom! Neither can you, Cap!—"

Faced with the terrifying pressure brought by Karp, Roger suddenly let out a loud roar, his whole body's aura also skyrocketed, the dark red overlord color fluctuated wildly, and countless lightning flickered around him.

The long knife in his hand danced wildly in front of him like a windmill, and the light and wind of the knife rolled up was like a huge red tornado, with a sharp and piercing terrifying knife whistle.

"God is destroyed!!"

"Iron Fist!!"

[Boom boom boom boom...]

The pitch-black iron fist, whose hardness was many times stronger than that of steel, collided head-on with the tornado Gangfeng formed by the convergence of countless sword lights.

I saw that Garp used his waist as the center, concentrated all his strength on his arms, and punched hundreds of punches like howitzers like bows from left to right.

If this scene was seen by Barrett, it would be quite interesting to think about it. At this time, every punch of Garp is stronger than his so-called 'twelve-sounding burst cannon'.

After a burst of extremely intense and intensive bombing, the tornado was blown up, and Roger kept flying backwards with a black face.

How did this bastard's fist get so hard?

The tiger's mouth holding the knife is a little numb now!

"Karp, you can't keep me. You have to go back the same way later." Roger laughed triumphantly, and the pair of beards on his face trembled.

"This is a new world!"

Garp snorted coldly, and naturally understood Roger's meaning. Even if he could suppress Roger now, he couldn't be his opponent together with Whitebeard.

If he really had to bite the bullet, he might be able to escape unscathed, but the ten warships and tens of thousands of marines under his command would all be buried in the sea.

"If you can't keep it, I will beat you up!"

The next moment, he punched his fists hard, and rushed towards Roger with a movement.

The domineering aura in his body is like a big tide and big waves. When the iron fist is struck fiercely, the already violent air is compressed sharply, forming an air wall formed by the gathering of shadows of fists.

"Punch me!—"

Roger's complexion changed, and he cursed secretly, is this a punch?

But even if the strong wind cut his face, he still raised the knife. No matter what, he will never lack the courage and confidence to swing the knife at a strong enemy!

[Shua! 】

He fought fast, and the steel knife in his hand was like a dark cloud and tsunami, condensing his murderous intent, as if being hit by a typhoon, one by one, with terrifying sharpness, swept towards the countless shadows of fists.

"I'm Gol D. Roger!"

【boom! ——————]

Immediately, the whole sea seemed to be enveloped and submerged by endless wind and light, and even the blue sky and white clouds without dark clouds were clearly split into two sides, only the eternal scorching sun sat firmly in the sky...