The tsunami grew wilder, and the waterspouts swept the sky. The battle www.biquge.info between the Pheasant and Crockdahl was also interrupted by the tsunami. The sky is full of clouds, and if you are uninformed, I am afraid that you will never think that the current time is just past the afternoon.

The lightning that lit up from time to time, although it could shatter the haze, could not completely dispel the darkness, and at the same time, it could not have any effect on the layers of clouds that seemed to have infinite thickness.

Under the shroud of darkness, accompanied by the dancing hurricane, there are raindrops that hurt even on the body.

It may not be accurate to say that it is raindrops, these seem to be rain, but they are just seawater that has been sucked into the air by a waterspout and thrown out by the force of the rotation.

Under the freezing of the pheasant's fruit ability, the ice surface that could have lasted for a week was torn apart by the howling wind. Pieces of solid ice were sucked into the air by the tornado, and then under the violent wind, there were bursts of "click" sounds.

The ice shattered like diamond stars. Beauty is beautiful, but it brings the bell of death.

The pheasant was covered in frost and stood there expressionless. It was as cold as an iceberg that stood still, incompatible with this roaring heaven and earth.

"What a madman......" Looking at Crockdahl, who was laughing wildly in the midst of the storm, the pheasant couldn't help but curse. But behind the scolding, he couldn't help but have a little respect.

The world is bound by rules. Including him, he struggled to survive in this box, and even if he did something out of line, he did not escape the scope of the rules.

However, on the contrary, Crockdahl is constantly pushing the established rules and trying to create his own, just like the former One Piece, Gore D. Roger, did. This is something that he will never be able to do as a navy.

Because the Navy is one of the biggest rule-makers.

So in this world, the only ones who can impact the rules are always pirates.

Maybe the revolutionary army can too?

But how could the existence of the revolutionary army not be within another rule?

In the same way, not all pirates can fight against the established rules. Even if they are as strong as Whitebeard and Red Hair, aren't they also in the new world, falling into the rules and regulations?

After all, whoever dares to break the rules will either become a legend or a madman. Although they are the "Four Emperors", they have not reached the height of "legends", and they cannot be crazy either.

The current Crockdahl is a complete madman in the eyes of the pheasant. However, behind the madness, the pheasant is also looking forward to the moment when the madman becomes a legend.

There is only a thin line between a madman and a legend.

And arguably, Crockdahl is the craziest of the people the pheasant has ever seen. At the same time, he is also the one who is most likely to get out of the shackles. Except for him, it's Luffy who hasn't grown up yet. Although Luffy doesn't have enough strength, he already has the potential to go crazy.

However, what the pheasant probably didn't expect was that in the following time, he would meet those characters one after another who made him call him crazy. For example, the Golden Lion, Blackbeard, "Clown" Bucky......

Well...... The last one is probably because the IQ balance is insufficient, so it is more out of line......

However, these future events can be put aside for the time being, and Krokdal's crazy behavior at this time happens to confirm the old saying - if you don't go crazy, you can't live.

If it can't explode in silence, then it can only perish in silence - it is also the crazy behavior of Crockdahl that forces the pheasant to have no choice at this time.

"Hahahaha...... Is it crazy?It's just a gamble!If you win, you have the whole world!!" Crockdahl, who seemed to hear the pheasant's words, was sucked into the eye of the storm and laughed wildly in response.

Yes, all this is just a gamble made to fulfill the ambitions of the heart......

"Pheasant, it's time to chat, are you ready? This catastrophic storm baptism?" Crockdahl chuckled. Bursts of yellow sand surrounded him, helping him position himself against the wind.

As we all know, the eye of the storm such as tornadoes and typhoons is the least affected because of the hedging of air currents. Often a storm spans several nautical miles, but the eye of the storm can remain clear and windless. There are even many seabirds that hide in the eye of the storm and migrate as the typhoon moves.

As the initiator of a hurricane, although you cannot control the movement of the hurricane, it is easy to enter the eye of the storm when the hurricane is formed. The only thing to consider is how to stay in the eye of the storm and adjust your posture as the hurricane moves.

The storm was so violent that it was far more intense than the pheasant had expected. Before he could respond to Crockdahl's words, he was forced to leave. And where he was was was now, it was torn apart by the raging hurricane.

The hurricane continues to wreak havoc, destroying everything centered on him, and engulfing those who have been destroyed in it, strengthening its own power. In a short period of time, it quickly evolved from a waterspout to a typhoon.

Not only is the scope of the storm growing, but the destructive power is far greater than the hurricane that Crockdahl rolled up during the last battle. After all, although people with natural abilities can simulate natural phenomena through their abilities, they have never escaped the limitations of human beings themselves, and compared with the real natural world, there is still a big gap.

As Crockdahl said, he was just a facilitator. The whirlpool of yellow sand that filled the air just hooked up the already chaotic air currents, and stimulated the tsunami that was about to erupt one step earlier, or even added fuel to the waves. The current storm is actually an enhanced version of Akula Ragnar.

The wind was howling, the sea was trembling, and under such movement, a low murmur actually came into everyone's ears......

"Ice Age ......"

……

The wind, stopped.

Rain, lived.

The whole world was frozen at this moment, turning into a realm of ice.

The ultimate mystery of the pheasant, the Ice Age, freezes not only this world, but also this space, and even the time here cannot pass for a moment.

Just like in the last battle, the pheasant's abilities froze the wild hurricane in the air. Layers of thickened ice are trying to seal the hurricane, but among the delicate ice sculptures, there are still struggling with the wind and water arrows.

In this icy field, the pheasant, which can be called the master, is full of muscles and sweat at this time. Obviously, sealing such a huge natural disaster has exceeded his limit.

A moment after the incense candle burned, a violent air flow appeared out of thin air. At this moment, everyone retreated and looked intently.

The seal of ice lasted less than two seconds before it collapsed, and after a moment of calm, an even more violent air current appeared out of thin air.

Moreover, the illusion created by that moment of stagnation made people feel that the storm that had been reloaded into battle became more violent, fiercer, and more violent, as if the ancient beasts were roaring with all their might, to destroy all things in heaven and earth.

In the eye of the storm, the clouds and rain dissipated, and beyond the eye of the storm, it was occupied by thunder and rain. A large amount of water vapor surrounded the storm, forming a large gray-black bloated and towering cloud, and in the middle of it, it was pouring rain.

At the same time, the waves above the sea became extremely turbulent, and even the sea seemed to be overturned in the air under the agitation of the storm.

The pheasant was also forced to choose to guard itself. The huge ice that had formed with all his strength enveloped him like a refrigerator, allowing the storm to rage. He has no control over where the ice goes, and he can't resist the wind, all he can do is make sure that he doesn't let the ice be destroyed by the storm.

As for those few naval warships, he couldn't care about them. In fact, those warships had already been swept up in the storm, and they were completely unknown at this time. But presumably nothing good will come of it.

In the face of the true natural heavenly might, even if it is an admiral, even if it is a demon slaying order that can destroy a country, it is just a weak little worm, and it can't make any waves......

……

In the eye of the wind, a wisp of sand floated like smoke. The gas line stretched extremely long, almost from top to bottom, throughout the storm. Although it is always fluttering and writhing, it is not at all.

If you look closely from God's perspective, you will find that this fine thread of sand always comes from the center of the storm. No matter how the storm moves and changes, the grain of sand that is on the same level will adjust its position accordingly. to ensure that you are the midpoint of the storm cross-section.

It was with this wisp of sand that Krokdal corrected his position.

It may seem simple, but it is not enough to accurately maintain a violent and moving typhoon.

In particular, he is now in the weakest state of his body......

The poor state of his body caused him to struggle against his limits every extra second he insisted on, and it was only because of his strong willpower that he persevered. However, there must be gains in losses, and this situation is not a test of his strength? The longer he persists, the greater the improvement of his will, body, and endurance.

This is probably the so-called wealth and danger.

In fact, after the limit, Crockdahl inexplicably entered a wonderful state. Although he still has a certain amount of consciousness, he is too tired and his body unconsciously refuses to be sober.

Even with his willpower, without enough supplements, it is too heavy to insist on the application of this painstaking and laborious ability that requires extra delicate operations.

In a trance, I don't know how much time has passed, and in this state similar to an out-of-body soul, Crockdahl seems to see the sight of the clouds. With joy in his heart, the tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, and then he could no longer open his eyes.

Finally...... Did it work......

This was Klockdahl's last thought before he lost consciousness completely.