Sith puffed up his chest and quietly looked at the fist mark imprinted on his chest, and there was a look of madness on his face, but this emotion was overwhelmed by the frenzied desire to fight at the moment of birth.

The Sith was incredibly calm now.

It's not because I'm calm because I'm afraid, it's not because I'm calm because I'm crazy, it's because I'm excited to see my opponent, it's not the existence of bait, and I'm excited to suppress my other emotions.

The so-called justice, at this time, can no longer sway the emotions of the Sith.

Kill him, or be killed by him, that's the only thought that exists in the Sith's mind.

Of course, such thoughts also exist in the crazy old man, but the strength that this old man shows now is much stronger than the Sith imagined, at least at that time, the strength of the Sith who returned from death has begun to swell to the point that even he does not know what kind of state he has reached.

However, the old man can be said to be quite tough, strong enough that the Sith can feel the pain.

Wild, savage, but absolutely violent.

This kind of momentum really makes people feel familiar, isn't it, brother, the figure of the man I once saw in your dream is very similar to this man's appearance.

"Yujiro's stupid guy is much smarter than this guy, it's just that guy doesn't know how to express it, and this guy, don't use this reckless guy to remember my old friend."

It seemed to be a Buddha-like voice that sounded in the ears of the Sith, but it was only in the ears of the Sith, and of course, in the next moment, the gentle voice was completely drowned out by the violent wind brought by the fist.

Bang~~

The clashing of bones and fists made an unimaginable thunderous sound on the ship, and beside the two fighting dragon-like men, a man twisted his thin waist and took out a war drum from his room very casually.

And when he heard his old friend take out the drum, the man's face showed a smile of danger to the extreme, but the timing of the appearance of the drum was also quite good, after all, this battle deserves to be rendered with that kind of music, and recorded with that kind of music.

So, old friend, as long as you want, the old man will stick to it, but this little guy's fist is really arrogant.

The man in the sunglasses turned his head sideways and dodged the punch created by the man's swinging fist before bullying himself into the Sith's side.

The Sith is a half-giant, so in the face of hand-to-hand combat, there will inevitably be flaws due to his huge size.

That was the man's experience in his constant recklessness, but when he actually stepped into the realm of the Sith, he found that the man's hand-to-hand combat was more terrifying than the man's fist attack at close range.

Yes, war, the battle with this man can already be called a so-called war.

Fists, elbows, backs of hands, fingers, hair, heads, knees......

Everything about this man can appear in unimaginable places and launch terrifying attacks.

Spark Jabba looked at the growing scars on his body almost indifferently, and the smile on his lips grew more and more crazy.

"Hurry up, I know you can be faster, then, a little faster, a little faster~~"

It's like a fierce beast caught in a fierce battle, not only needs its own further improvement, but also needs the improvement of another guy, but this kind of improvement is also what the other party can satisfy, no, it should be said that the strength of the navy that fought with the strongest person on the One Piece ship is even more unfathomable, even the crazy man Spark Jabba, this heroic man constantly waved his fists, but never left a fist mark from that man's body for more than thirty seconds.

This man, absorbing everything from the previous Beastmaster, ate his body as well, but that deep hunger was only a moment, and it had already swallowed up the still roaring drums.

All around, there was silence.

"Bone Fist: Star II."

The Sith took a step back, and in the midst of the man's frantic assault, the Sith took a step back and gave most of the advantage to Spark Jabba, but the beast-like man moved his body from the Sith's front to the Sith's back with great sensitivity.

Beasts will also carry out sneak attacks, no, it should be said that for some hunting creatures, sneak attacks are the most normal killing method, ending life in an instant, that is what the strong have.

It's just that the current action is not to end the war, but to make the war more climactic, and the man doesn't think that his circle can kill this game at all.

Moreover, that guy's fist has already made the ship not enough to withstand.

Spark Jabba, floating quietly above the sea, in the endless waves, the man leaned on his legs, quietly waiting for the man's move.

It's just that in the next moment, the man saw two shooting stars.

The fist tore through the air, igniting all of it too quickly, and detonating it in the heat was an even more terrifying force.

Voices, yes, but that sound has hindered human judgment, so, Sith closed his eyes, he relied on his own feelings to pursue the figure of the man, of course, the same is true of the man, like a moth to a fire, almost the moment he felt such a strong fist, he stretched out one of his hands, held his arm, and in a hideous face, waved the fist in his hand, and smashed it towards the fist that smashed in front of him like a meteor.

It's just that the fist seems to be off.

The sea also rose at this time.

Spark Jabba turned his head and glanced at the sea behind him, his face showed a hint of excitement, even so, this man did not lose interest in fighting, no, it should be said that even now, he is also attacking the Sith with great interest, even if he knows that the man of the Sith has always respected the elderly, but, so what, as long as you let yourself fight comfortably, it doesn't matter who it is, what does it matter if you lose, it's just a handover.

Spak Jabba's face was on a smile that no one could understand, and the old bastard stopped beating the drum.

The man picked up the piano that was set aside, and in the surprised eyes of the whole pirate ship, this lazy old man who usually drank tea slowly, and began to play the music slowly and leisurely, which was the song that the man and Spark Jabba had made when they left their hometown together for many years.

"The title of the song is "Handover", old man, how is the name?"

"It's terrible."

"Really? I think so too, the old man is not old. ”