A man who can challenge Whitebeard and survive, this is definitely not a derogatory word. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard has incomparable monstrous power, and his every punch and kick contains great majesty. In his life, he has fought too many battles and seen all kinds of enemies. He has also seen a lot of newcomers like Klokdahl, who are blindly arrogant to challenge him.

It's a challenge, but it's a duel!

There are so few people who have survived, and even after all these years, there is only one Klockdahl!

It was a great honor for the world to be able to survive under Whitebeard. And he himself sees it as his own shame.

After surviving the challenge, Klockdahl was seriously injured and was once only one step away from death, but he struggled on the brink of life and death, and finally came back to life and improved in strength.

Klockdahl has always been a cold, domineering, and rational man on the surface, but he is more fiery and sensitive on the inside than anyone else.

The death of the younger brother made him crazy.

"Ahhhh

Roaring in a furious voice, Crocodall had a hideous face, and his whole body was covered with grains of sand, as if he had turned into a god in the sand.

In front of him, a sandstorm swept across the sky, and the wind howled for thousands of meters.

This sand is a fusion of his corroded and dried sand! It has a powerful nature and ability, and it is dense, as if a layer of dark clouds are pouring down from the mountains and the sea.

Countless navies watched as the sand whizzed by, skimming over their bodies. What seemed to be a stream of sedimentary sand turned into wind and passed through their bodies.

Before you know it, the skin on the bodies of the rows of Navy soldiers has become dry and wrinkled, and in silence, they have become rows of unconscious dried corpses, long since they lost their lives.

Only a few powerful navies survived the storm after a drastic change in appearance.

It was a havoc, and a massive sandstorm carried Klockdahl's anger at the loss of a companion and pronounced death to his enemies.

The sandstorm lasted for more than thirty breaths, tossing the entire sky and the battlefield into chaos to the extreme, before it stopped.

Akainu struggled out of the sand flow, and the magma tumbled, barely converging into a human form, able to distinguish his appearance.

"Sand crocodile, Klockdahl, you've me off!"

Glancing around, Akainu was furious.

With one move, thousands of naval soldiers lost their lives and turned into dried corpses.

He strode out and attacked Klockdal, his right fist clenched, and a large amount of magma gathered and spun into the shape of a giant fist.

"A ruthless, cruel pirate scum like you will die here today!"

With a sharp wave of his right hand, the huge magma bubbled with a high temperature and rushed towards Klocokdal.

Klockdahl looked up with cold eyes, and he saw that the huge magma fist, like a meteorite, was telling the fall, with a terrifying power.

"Sandpunch!"

His right fist clenched rapidly, and a large number of grains of sand emerged from the void and converged in his right hand, and then, he swung sharply.

The grains of sand formed fist shapes and swirled into the sky.

"Bang!"

Two huge fists collided in the air, spreading ripples.

"Tick!"

The lava dripped, burning white mist on the ice.

This high temperature can't even withstand the grains of sand, and gradually there is a tendency to be included.

"Klockdahl, your fruit ability, in my eyes, is full of flaws!"

"My magma, which contains your sand!"

Akainu shouted coldly, leaped into the sky, and came to the sky above Klockdahl.

"I'm your nemesis!"

On the ice, Klockdahl stood indifferently, his body like a pine, straight and deep, the cigar on his lips already reaching the roots.

"Nemesis?"

Muttering these three words, he slowly raised his head.

The cold and cold face suddenly changed, became crazy, became hideous, and became heartbreaking.

"Even if it's a nemesis, I'm going to kill you!"

With a roar, Klockdahl jumped suddenly, his right fist clenched fiercely.

Akainu was startled, only to feel that there was a flower in front of him, and there was already an extra fist in front of him.

"Bang!"

The punch slammed into his nose, and the pitch-black armed color domineering increased the power, giving Klockdahl's attack a lot of power.

"Click!"

Clearly, the crisp cracking sound came from the bridge of the nose of the red dog. His whole body was even punched and rolled backwards.

After falling to the ground, large swaths of ice were shattered by the impact.

"Sandstorm!"

The Klockdal man was in the air, looking down at the Akainu, his right hand outstretched.

The large sand flow was once again controlled, rushing all over the ice, covering the red dog in the blink of an eye. The quicksand surged wildly, pressing it down to the bottom.

"Sandstorm funeral!"

With both hands on the ground, the entire sand surface shook and fell a full three meters.

But that's not all.

"Sandstorm Burial!"

Klockdahl gritted his teeth and hissed again.

The sand grains, which had become as hard as steel, increased in density again, and the sand surface dropped by two meters.

"Ahhhh

After completing the massive attack, Klockdahl lowered his head and breathed in a large gulp.

Unleashed ultimates one after another, making his stamina depleted extremely fast.

A kilometer ahead, a small desert was covered in ice. Everything around you has calmed down.

The figure of the red dog has long been hidden by the sand flow, and it seems to be dead.

Gradually, time passed, and thirty seconds later, a lot of reddish liquid suddenly appeared in the sandflow.

Klockdahl's pupils narrowed, and he looked at the place.

"Magma!"

Akainu, not dead yet!

In an instant, Klockdahl realized this, and he ran quickly, rushing towards the place.

After three breaths, the akainu burning magma emerged from the grains of sand and gradually appeared as it was.

After such an attack, he was covered in injuries at the moment, and his eyes were so heavy that he could drip water.

The cloak behind it had long been shattered, only one-fifth of the rags were still flying, and the navy uniforms and uniforms were full of holes.

He lifted his hands and saw that many of the skin on his hands was gone, and even his skin had become a little wrinkled.

This is due to the ability of Klokdal, this crocodile in the sand, extremely despicable and shameless, his sand is not ordinary sand, which is impossible to guard.

Seeing that Klockdahl had come to him, Akainu clenched his right fist, and anger appeared on his expression.

"Hurt me like this, you will die too!"

He strode and ran, magma tumbling above his right fist, three steps and two steps, and was already close to Klockdahl.

"Ahhhh

Both of them roared wildly and threw a punch hard.

"Hades Dog!"

The two fists collided together, and the air was all for a while, and then the heat and sand began to drift around.

After three breaths, the two people who launched the attack both flew backwards.