Galen's body leaping in the air was extremely agile and swift, and he actually relied on a pair of feet to step on the magnificent feeling of the goshawk fighting in the sky.

No matter how fast the flying yellow sand was, it couldn't catch him.

Klockdahl looked at Galen's back, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse in a deep voice:

"I'd like to see how long you can pounce in the sky!"

He had never eaten pork and had seen a pig run, and Klockdahl, who had even been to the New World, naturally knew that Galen's physical technique to save his life from him was the moon step in the six styles of the navy.

But the physical technique of Yuebu is extremely physically demanding, and even those famous generals in the navy can't use it continuously for a long time.

It's okay to use it to temporarily dodge attacks or surprise attacks, but if you want to use this trick to avoid a long-term pursuit of a natural ability, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

After all, for Klockdahl, who has the ability to rustle fruits, flying is almost the basic ability of energy saving, environmental protection and zero consumption.

However...

Klockdahl ate ash behind Galen's back for almost a minute, and flew out of most of the royal city, without seeing Galen have any intention of stopping.

Galen not only did not get exhausted by the long use of the moon step, but deepened his understanding of the moon step through continuous practice, and jumped more and more in the sky, and the faster he jumped.

Just when Klockdahl faintly sensed that something was wrong, Galen suddenly stopped.

Klockdahl subconsciously fell back to the ground.

After chasing in the air, the two of them flew out of the royal city at some point, and both landed on a golden sand dune in the vast desert.

The endless yellow sand in the desert can be used by Klockdahl, and this terrain is more suitable for his fruit ability than the royal tomb.

But Klocodahl's expression became extremely solemn, because he had already understood Galen's intentions.

I was too focused and unaware of the chase in the air just now, but now I can see it more clearly when I fall back to the ground:

I saw that the originally cloudless blue sky above the desert had condensed into patches of black thin clouds at some point.

Unlike normal rain clouds, these thin clouds are condensing and forming invisible water vapor at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they are like expanding dough across the sky.

Seeing such a rapid change in the sky, Klockdahl immediately thought of a weapon he had used: dancing powder.

After the dancing fans have absorbed enough water vapor from the surrounding area, they will condense at an abnormal rate to form a thick cumulonimbus cloud that is full of heavy rain below.

"I see."

Crocodahl's eyes stared at Galen in front of him, and the wound on his face burst again because of the exertion:

"That's what you're for! Set me up a dead end here with dancing fans! ”

"That's right."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Galen's mood was also much soothed.

Originally, seeing the cloudless sky, Galen had already planned to drag the sand crocodile to death by relying on the blood regeneration consumption flow method that he had not used for a long time.

Now that Nami's promised rain has finally arrived as scheduled, Galen, who has been relying on a blood bar and a humanoid sandstorm for a long time, can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Crocodall, whose face was stiff, his expression was distorted, and his body was bruised, Galen couldn't help but joke easily:

"Klockdahl, now it's your turn to run away."

Although the words were hard to hear, Klockdahl knew that Galen's joke was actually his best bet:

Galen's ability is strange, and he still doesn't show any fatigue, and he himself has already suffered a lot of injuries in the fierce battle, and the slightest radical action will involve the wound that has not healed long ago.

The most lethal thing is that the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky have condensed and formed, and the silver thunder arc jumps in the clouds, and the raindrops that restrain the ability to restrain the rustling fruit may fall at any time.

This is a desperate situation, and turning around and running away is the wisest option.

But after a long silence, Klockdahl roared in his bloody throat:

"Escape?!"

Sparks of anger burst out of Klockdahl's eyes, and a hoarse voice and roaring thunder composed:

"Don't you look down on people too much!"

His emotions became crazy, irritable, and irrational, but the momentum on his body became domineering, sharp, and unstoppable.

"Galen!"

Klockdahl finally called out his opponent's name in earnest:

"There was a sentence before that you were not wrong:"

"If I had dared to do it to you in the first place, the situation would definitely not be as bad as it is now."

"It's been so long that I've almost forgotten I'm a pirate."

Successive failures and desperate situations made this careerist, who was accustomed to hiding behind the scenes, finally regain the recklessness and courage to dare to swing his fist at Whitebeard.

With the thunder that resounded through the heavens and the earth, Klockdahl's voice echoed in the desert:

"I'm going to show you what a pirate is today!"

"Desert Vajra Sword!"

His hands slashed out of the air like sharp blades, and each of his two arms transformed into two blades condensed by yellow sand.

These sand blades take shape slightly, and then they gather the inexhaustible sand of the desert, condense even more and condense, and finally converge into an incomparable giant sand knife.

By this time, the pouring rain had already fallen.

With Nami's careful calculations, the scale of this rainstorm is comparable to that of a hurricane.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the clouds, staining the sand of Klockdahl with a heavy weight.

But Klockdahl did not flinch in the slightest, and the outer layer of sand was soaked by the rain, and more sand came up under his drive.

Finally, before the rain completely nullified his abilities, Klockdahl used all his strength to condense a gigantic sand blade that was unparalleled in the world.

The knife was not fast, but it was huge and imposing, almost accumulating momentum and strength to the peak.

The blades of sand tore through the curtain of rain and cleaved the earth, pressing down on Galen like mountains.

Facing this sand knife, it felt as if the entire desert was coming with it.

Galen couldn't help but be shocked and shocked:

After fighting with Klockdahl for a long time, this swan song that broke out in the rain was the pinnacle of his strength.

However, this is still useless for Galen.

In his crucial job as an Hawkeye sparring partner, Galen had developed an extraordinary speed of nervous reflexes, which was enough to use Laurent's short invincibility time of 0.75 to the extreme.

"Laurent's Heart's Eye Knife!"

The great sword and the sand knife collided violently, but in the end, the huge sand knife dissipated.

Like a storm and waves washing over a reef, the reef will not move.

Klockdahl's last killer feature vanished.

The pouring rain completely soaked Klockdahl's body, and his proud fruit abilities could no longer be used.

The rain licked at the wounds all over his body, causing the coagulated blood on his body to completely dissolve, revealing a hideous black-red color.

Looking at the embarrassed Crocodall, Galen couldn't help but shake his head with some embarrassment:

"You've already lost."

"Nope."

Klockdahl, however, straightened up with difficulty, and shouted hoarsely:

"I said, I'm going to show you how the pirates fight!"

Obviously the fruit's ability has been sealed by the rain, and it is clear that it has been cornered, but Klockdahl still roared unwillingly in the torrential rain.

His body burst out with great strength, and he rushed towards Galen with his bare hands.

Klockdahl was not good at physical arts, and his movements at this time were even clumsier than Galen, who had just practiced swordsmanship.

But even so, his fists and feet, infused with all his courage, were as heavy as the tide of the sea, forcing Galen to meet him with his sword.

The two sides fought fiercely again.

This time, even the dazzling sandstorm and flames were gone, and only the two of them collided with each other without any fancy faces.

Even the roar of thunder and heavy rain could not hide the heavy muffled sound and crisp sword roar of the battle between the two sides.

And Klokdahl is the end of the strong crossbow after all, and he can't beat Galen, who is always in a full state, in a simple physical collision.

Despite this, Galen was still shocked by Klockdahl's performance:

He attacked so many times without reservation, destroying the opponent's body to the point of broken bones and broken muscles, but he never broke Klockdahl's will.

Even though his body was already staggering, Klockdahl's eyes were still full of fighting spirit that refused to back down.

But in the end, he fell to the ground with unyielding eyes in his eyes.

"Hahaha..."

Klockdahl collapsed weakly in the heavy rain, and the reluctance in his heart turned into a relief:

"It's me who lost, from the moment I came to this country."

"Whether it's the throne or the ancient weapon, you can take it!"

Facing the dying sand crocodile, Galen shook his head and said what was in his heart to him:

"Believe it or not, I'm not interested in that stuff at all."

Galen said with some emotion:

"To be honest, I don't even know why you're so attached to an ethereal ancient weapon."

"Why?"

Klockdahl gasped hard, his mind recalling his original intentions.

After a moment of silence, Crocodall grinned the corners of his bloodshot mouth and squeezed out an ugly smile:

"To become the King of the Pirates."

"You?!"

Hearing this answer, Galen couldn't help but laugh out loud in front of a dead man:

"Your dream is to be One Piece?"

"Is it funny?"

Klockdahl no longer had the ability to shut up Galen, but he still stretched out a blood-stained hand to Galen with all his might:

"Let me teach you one last lesson, junior."

"Never, never, laugh at a man's dreams!"

“.......”

Galen removed the smile from his face and looked serious.

After a moment of silence, Galen gently lifted the blade of his sword against Klokdal's neck:

"I respect your dreams, but I don't respect you."

"Whatever your name..."

"You always have to pay it back when you come out, sand crocodile."