Morgan took on the burden of blocking the others' sideboard, and Gawain was now focused on fighting Kabaji.

"Bone Spear, White Bone Murder Bullet!"

Five sharp white bone spikes retracted into Morgan's five fingertips, like a loaded pistol, and Morgan aimed his hand at the people rushing towards him on the zipline.

“biubiu！”

Bone bullets the size of fingernails hit the eyebrows of their enemies, and blood dripped down the bridge of their noses into the sea, and the pirates fell into the sea before they could row over.

"Hey, the power is still too small to even penetrate the head."

Morgan sighed slightly as he looked at the finger of his hollow finger with a trace of blood flowing out.

It looks like a very handsome move, it can hit dozens of people at the same time in an instant, but the power is limited to this, it can only deal with the most ordinary ordinary people, and this bone spear with a slightly more tenacious defense is useless.

If the white bone murder bullet was hit on Klek's armor, it is estimated that there would not even be a pit left, and it would be a loss for such a domineering move name.

What can make people feel a little gratification is that the potential for development is still huge, and it will only be a year to get the fruit, and if Morgan is given ten years, maybe it is possible to shoot through a warship.

It takes time for the bone bullet to reload and grow, and although Morgan knocked down a group of people, the flow of people still rushed forward like a mad dog.

Gawain was already fighting with Kabaji, and the rest of the crew could barely organize.

Morgan abandoned the attack method of the white bone bomb and once again sacrificed the Wolverine-style bone claw.

Forgotten Morgan's claws have always grown in a conical shape, and their hardness has increased with each battle.

This move is the one he is most familiar with, and Morgan tries to change the cone bone claw into a bladed sharp form from the inside!

"Bone Fist, Sharp Bone Claw!"

The bone claws sprouted from the joints of his fists, faintly emitting a glimmer of white light that had never been done before, and he hadn't been replenishing calcium all the time these days.

When the sun is good, I bask all day, I have never drunk fresh water again, and if I am thirsty, I rely on milk.

In the pantry, Morgan prepared a lot of bone-in beef and various high-calcium foods, in fact, Morgan didn't like to eat these very much, he often ate meat, he wanted to vomit, but he never stopped eating high-calcium substances for a moment.

Self-discipline is one of the essential elements of strength, and his daily intake of food and milk has reached an exaggerated fifty pounds.

The height is much taller with the naked eye, and it has reached nearly two meters three, even in this East China Sea, except for Olander and the hairy monster Barbarossa, Morgan has rarely seen himself so tall.

Sometimes I even think that if I can return to the world I once was, it would really not be too cool, with my own strength and bone strength that far surpasses others, joining the NBA for a few days of training is estimated to be able to tyrannize the strongest centers in history, such as O'Neal and Yao Ming.

The most noticeable change Morgan could feel in his body was the density of his bones, and he was trying to compress his own bone density.

The bone claw, which used to be just an ordinary bone formation, was only a little harder than a wooden stick, far inferior to metal alloys, and after trying to compress the bone every day, the strength of the sharp bone claw was now comparable to that of pig iron.

If an ordinary sword slashes at it, he can block it with a bone claw.

After the battle with Krik, he has been sailing on the sea, and he has not had time to check what improvements he has made, and the ship is not suitable for fighting.

When I get back, I'll have to find a way to make a strength tester so that every improvement is clearly understood.

But no matter what, Morgan is now a quasi-captain-level strength, and he can think about it while cleaning up these miscellaneous soldiers.

Just as he was thinking, the crew of a clown pirate group brandished a knife and landed smoothly on the Endeavour.

When I saw Morgan's other party's knife, I immediately slashed over!

Morgan's hands were clenched into fists, the bone claws stretched out more than forty centimeters, the back of his head was leaning back at the same time, and the bone claws in his hands shook falsely, and the man was fired before he could react!

"Sharp Bone Claw: Blast!"

The people within five meters of him heard a clattering at the same time, and they all looked towards Morgan.

The man who had been struck by the bone claw only let out half a scream and then made no more sound, because he could no longer speak.

His head was split into four lobes, and his eye sockets were split from it, and the grunts inside rolled to the ground.

The bone claw slashed all the way to his chest, and his body was almost cut off by the waist, and Morgan couldn't bear to kick it into the sea, and out of sight was the greatest mercy to him.

The power of this blow is really a bit heavy, and Morgan's slashing with all his strength may not even be able to fully withstand Krik, who is equipped with steel armor, let alone an ordinary person.

His original intention was just to test the recruitment, wanting to know what kind of Chengdu he had been promoted to after that battle.

Now it seems that it should be slightly higher than Kleek in strength, and more than 2,000 catties are available.

An undercurrent swells beneath the calm sea, and one by one the slain, impaled bodies fall into the water, attracting schools of nearby sharks.

Sharks have a very keen sense of smell, and they can distinguish the taste of 1 in 10 billion in water.

These overlords, who are more than ten kilometers away and lurking in the ocean, are gathering here!

Morgan was delayed by the crew just now for a while, and at this time, dozens of clown pirates had already flown over.

When they saw the death of their companions, they were shocked and angry.

Before he knew it, he had formed a circle around Morgan, but no one dared to come forward and attack; Morgan's melee ability is obvious to all.

With trembling hands, he pulled out the flintlock pistols pinned to his waist, and some were even equipped with three or four!

Morgan smiled indifferently, his eyes gradually cold!

"Exoskeleton Bone Armor!"

White bones were growing, wrapping from Morgan's feet to his whole body, exactly the same shape as a human, except that the whole person seemed to be larger again.

Two small round holes were inserted into the eyes, and the nose was obscured by a horizontal bone.

The development of the exoskeleton did take a lot of thought from Morgan, because the connection of bones depends on flesh and blood.

The flexibility of making white bone armor will definitely be much reduced, perhaps because of the fear of death and the unwillingness to be harmed by injustice, Morgan has not given up the development of exoskeletons.

Later, because of a whimsical brain hole, the connections at the joints of the exoskeleton were finally settled.

He eats the bone fruit, so theoretically the cartilage is also part of the ability of the bone fruit, Morgan tried to control the growth of the cartilage, and finally mixed with the hard bone to form a link at the joint.

Not only does the flexibility not decrease in the slightest, but the cartilage tissue also provides the good toughness of the white bone armor.

It's just that due to time reasons, Morgan still can't develop it to perfection, and there are many shortcomings that need to be improved.

Naturally, he can't see any problems when he encounters small soldiers and miscellaneous fish, but when he encounters a master, he has to be a different matter, and from his own point of view, there are many breakthroughs in the white bone armor.

The armor hasn't completely covered the whole body, and those people don't want to give it another chance!

After the first shot was fired, people fired at the same time like flare guns!

"Bang bang bang!"

Crackling gunshots rang out from the deck, and white smoke enveloped the small area.

Morgan didn't rely on the bones to defend himself against these bullets, and anyone would be surprised if they could see the expression on his face under the mask at this time.

His eyes were completely closed! Only the eyelashes are gently shaking.

Recently, the form has been so good, Morgan vaguely feels that he is about to make a breakthrough! Unknowingly, I entered a state of "seeing through"!

The kendo, which Koshiro once talked about, "see through" and "perceive".

At this time, although his eyes were closed, he could feel the marks of bullets and the way his fingers pulled the trigger.

Over the past year, Morgan has not forgotten the state of Gawain that day, meditated for four or five hours, and finally cut off his bone sword with a wooden knife!

He didn't forget the small stove that Koshiro had privately opened for Guina.

With "seeing through", he can perfectly dodge Orland's attacks, almost like an unpredictable prophet.

This ability can be called a perversion, and Morgan has a vague feeling in his heart that if he wants to become a world-class master, these skills must be mastered.

So in private, Morgan senses the breath of everything around him all the time, and he constantly wants to enter the state of seeing through the enemy.

At first, there was no effect for half a year, and then after a discussion with Olander, he was exhausted and fell asleep, and he inexplicably achieved the effect of "perception" like Gawain in his dream!

From now on, as long as you calm down and meditate for about ten hours every ten hours, you will be able to enter that state.

It's just that it's not enough, no one will give you ten hours against the enemy, not even a minute!

Fortunately, Morgan was not in a hurry, and he found that the time to get into that state was slowly shortening after constant feeling.

As for "seeing through", Morgan felt it for the first time.

Or should it be said that it is a combination of "perception" and "seeing through"!

Now he closes his eyes and sees through the other party's moves, relying on the effect of "perception", maybe the combination of the two is the real state! Koshiro has never handed it over at all, so it's normal to keep a hand as a master!

Morgan's waist, neck, feet, and arms are moving.

His body was drawing a graceful arc to dodge bullet after bullet, and the distance between the two sides was approaching.

Morgan is like a tightrope dancer, exuding thrilling beauty.

"Flutter!"

The sharp bone claws silently sink into the heart of a pirate, and Morgan sends him into the sea with a single kick.

Now he is completely immersed in the state of manipulating consciousness by his body, but this feeling causes even more pressure and panic to the enemy!

Like a hungry wolf pounces on the flock, no one can escape, no one can resist!

Even the rest of the crew of the Endeavour were stunned, and when Morgan passed by them, cold sweat fell down his neck, and after unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of spit, he found that the hairs had already stood on end, and his back was completely wet!

It was a feast of killing, and the smell of urine mixed with the smell of blood stimulated everyone's sense of smell, and I don't know who shouted: "This is the Grim Reaper, the white Grim Reaper!" Only the Grim Reaper has no mercy in the face of life, you see his whole body is white bones, he must have come out of the underworld! ”

"Bone Death!"