Chapter 80: Blood and Fire

Becker lit a cigarette in silence, and after spitting out a smoke ring, he said in a cold voice: "Barbarossa, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" ”

Barbarossa's furious words, Becker's ill-intentioned tone was obvious, and his sudden appearance on the ship in disobedience to his orders made Barbarossa feel Becker's hostility.

Barbarossa's hair trembled, and then under the activation of the Devil Fruit's ability, it gathered into a red monster python with thick arms, and in the blink of an eye, the corner of the room where Barbarossa was was filled, and he flocked towards Becker with teeth and claws.

Becker has no fear, and although he has not reached the realm of "cutting iron" in swordsmanship, he has already mastered the method of restraining Barbarossa's ability.

With a hook of his right foot, Becker hooked the barrel of liquor at his feet, and then he kicked the barrel towards Barbarossa, and he drew his knife in his hand halfway through the barrel.

With a flash of the knife, the barrel was cut open by Becker from the middle, and the spirits inside broke away from the barrel's restraint and poured into Barbarossa under the drive of inertia, he subconsciously controlled the hair in front of him, but it was still inevitable that the hair would be wet with the spirits.

There was a lot of alcohol in the spirit, and this slightly pungent familiar smell poured into Barbarossa's nose, causing his pupils to shrink, and his whole body froze there as if he had been immobilized by a spell, and his hair that had been fangs and claws stopped in mid-air.

"Barbarossa, you're so stupid," Becker picked up the cigarette, flicked the cigarette ash, and saw Barbarossa's gaze wandering with the spark of the cigarette, and couldn't help but sneer: "Since you are so afraid of fire, you still leave so much hair on the battlefield after every battle?" I thought you were embarrassed by the injuries that Lacey had suffered, so you hated the flames, but I didn't expect you to be afraid of the flames. ”

"At the banquet, I wondered, are you so angry that you want to kill that pirate who just carelessly forgot the rules? I was a little confused, so I picked up a strand of your hair while cleaning the battlefield in a battle....... ”

Becker took out a small tuft of red hair from his arms, then lit the lighter, put the fur on the lighter, the flame just lit for a moment, and the little tuft of hair burned, and it was extremely fast, if Becker hadn't let go early, I was afraid that he would have been burned by the flames.

Barbarossa's expression was both shocked and angry, but his face was a little pale, and Becker's smile became more and more hideous: "So you are just afraid that someone on the ship will forget the rules, and you are afraid that someone will inadvertently break your secret!" ”

"You're so careless, but with your probably hairy brain, it's not easy to think of this!"

Barbarossa gritted her teeth and almost squeezed out a sentence with a chill in her teeth: "Lacey is right, it turns out that you bastard has been plotting against him for a long time. ”

"That's right!" Becker raised an eyebrow, "I had Wood killed, and Lacey was slaughtered by my own hands." ”

"You're looking for death!"

Barbarossa finally couldn't help but make a move, and the hairs that had stopped in mid-air came back to life and rushed towards Becker.

Becker only spat out the cigarette in his mouth, and the spark of the cigarette drew a red line in the air, and the moment it touched the hair, it ignited the spirit, and several red monster pythons suddenly turned into fiery snakes.

Becker swept his sword, and the red hair, which was as strong as steel, was easily cut off by him.

Barbarossa frantically patted the place where his hair was growing, and as his palm clapped, his hair seemed to have been cut by invisible scissors, disconnecting from the place where his palm touched the hair, separating the ignited hair from himself.

It's just that Becker has already rushed over while he is in a hurry.

The tip of Becker's knife slammed into the ground, and a large mass of hair that had been cut off by Barbarossa and fell to the ground was still burning at him.

A few strands of hairs that lit the flame were blown away by the wind in the process and fell to the rest of the room, setting the curtains and books on the shelves on fire, but more flames shone on Barbarossa.

Barbarossa didn't dare to use the Devil Fruit ability again, and at this time, his long beard that had hung down to his chest was gone, and his chin and lips were bare, revealing his chin covered with tiny scars.

Barbarossa swung the prosthetic leg of his left hand to remove the burning hairball, and then slashed the iron hook towards Becker, who was blocked by Becker's swing.

Barbarossa's other hand pulled out the scimitar at his waist at this time, and slashed at Becker with a roar: "You think I don't use the Devil Fruit, and you can beat me?" ”

"That's what Rey thinks too!" Becker sneered, and then with a light flash, Barbarossa's iron hook hand wanted to hook his sword, but he shook the blade with extremely skillful force, and got rid of the hook hand, and then he broke the sword with his backhand, and cut a deep wound on Barbarossa's left arm.

Although the source of the swordsmanship of the Ichishin Dojo is Koshiro, with the accumulation of combat experience, even those who learn the same swordsmanship will gradually form their own style in the process of growing up, develop their strengths and avoid weaknesses, and even learn from each other's strengths.

Becker's swordsmanship has also gradually developed his own style in battle, his mind is flexible, compared with other people who have a narrow vision when it comes to battle, his vision is broad, whether it is the enemy's response or the surrounding environment are within his scope of observation, he is also good at using and defusing the surrounding favorable or unfavorable environment.

Whether it's a volley in a narrow alley, behind a wall, or a natural little movement in a room surrounded by flames.

Becker dodged Barbarossa's attack with a turn, and the tip of the knife picked up on the desk in the interval of turning, and when he turned around, he smashed several burning thick books at Barbarossa, and then used the books to block the other party's vision at the same time, he swung the knife and slashed away, and the whole action was smooth, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times, and it was not jerky at all.

Swish!

Barbarossa tried to swing his hook hand to open the burning books, but Becker split a book in front of him in half with a knife, and the scattered flames and ashes flew in all directions, Barbarossa breathed, and a few bits of ash fell right on his one eye.

Barbarossa screamed, her eyes closed, and she stepped back, her right hand still clutching the scimitar, using the back of her hand to wipe her eyes, while her left prosthetic leg was waving wildly in front of her.

It's a pity that he just took a few steps back, and he felt a pain in his legs, and with a scream, the whole person lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Becker cut off Barbarossa's legs with a single sword, and when Barbarossa's life and death were at stake, he had to ignore the surrounding environment and urge the hair to cover his body again.

Becker's next slash at Barbarossa's right hand was blocked by the opponent's iron-hard hair armor, and he just sneered, and then dodged and used his knife to pick up the burning curtain and throw it at Barbarossa.

The hairy armor that could withstand the sword ignited when it caught fire, and Barbarosa suddenly became a burning man, screaming and rolling on the ground.

"I'm giving you back this knife for Edmund!"

Becker brandished the knife that Edmund had given him, and slashed it down, so that Barbarossa's frightened and painful head suddenly fell, rolled on the ground several times, and landed at Becker's feet.

Smoke was already growing in the room, and Becker coughed a few times, then lifted Barbarossa's head, and held the box containing the Devil Fruit in his arms, and finally rushed out of the captain's quarters.