He's still holding on!

He didn't retreat, knowing that the man in front of him was too strong to be beaten, but he wouldn't retreat.

Fighting, only fighting, only fighting in his eyes.

"Very good, Lao Tzu likes this, come again."

Whitebeard burst into flames, clenched his fists, and bombarded.

The ability of the Shock Fruit is activated, and a punch is thrown, and the space is shattered.

The unmistakable bombardment of the bear's chest, tearing open with enough force for the bear to shatter, he pulled through, his palm pressed against Whitebeard's body, and blasted his own counterattack.

"Bang."

Whitebeard shook three steps back, his eyes looked surprised, and then at the bear, he rolled out, and the ground dragged a deep ravine.

He patted his chest, and there was no sign of it except for a palm.

"A good blow, it's just that you are like this, how many punches can you fight against Lao Tzu?"

There are not many people who can take down his fists, and even fewer people who can stay next to each other all the time.

The bear's body was beyond his expectations, it was very strong, and its resistance to fighting was okay.

"Ahem."

The bear fell to his knees, vomiting blood, but he was not discouraged.

His heart was beating, beating strongly, and the blood was boiling, like boiling water, beating his nerves.

With a strong fighting spirit and a state of return to life, he stood up with a firm gaze.

He can still fight, and he wants to keep fighting.

"Again."

The inner roar is all about this attack.

The fist is clenched, and it teleports out, covered with a domineering armament, and it contains multiple pressure cannons.

This is his strongest punch, and it must be hit.

"Hmph."

Whitebeard snorted coldly, waved his long knife, and felt threatened, and stabbed forward.

"Bang."

Blades and fists, colliding together.

The sharp and flickering blade, with a cold light flashing on it, was the light of murder.

The pitch-black fist, with great power between the cracks, is patient.

Patience reached a certain level and erupted.

"Get out of here."

With a roar, his momentum skyrocketed, and his fist pressed forward.

The blade stepped back, and Whitebeard's brows furrowed, and his momentum rose sharply with his force.

"Get out of the way."

The two erupted at the same time, refusing to take half a step back.

"Ahh

Seeing that the blade no longer retreated, the bear roared angrily in the sky, and the blood on his body boiled violently, as if it was about to burn.

Impulsive, he was full of motivation.

He's going to win, this punch, he's going to win.

"I want to win!!"

The loudest voice, roaring out, his strength was boosted, and in an instant, his momentum changed.

"Boom."

Outside the fist, a man flew out, rowed out more than ten meters in a row, and used a long knife to stick into the ground, dragging out a long crack.

He stopped, puffed out his chest, and drew his long knife.

The palms of his hands trembled, and the long knife made a clanging sound.

The bear landed, his trembling body telling him that he had won, that he had won the punch.

Looking at his fist, the black domineering aura gradually dissipated, Xiong took a deep breath, and his fighting intent remained in this state.

Blood, boiling.

bones, trembling.

The body is shaking.

Heart, very excited.

He felt the power, and the terrifying power changed dramatically as he blasted out with this punch.

body, become stronger.

The breath of life is much longer.

Strength, full of strength, he knows, he has broken through, all along, the shackles that trapped him, are gone.

"Haha."

"Haha."

Rao is a bear who doesn't like to laugh, and he can't help laughing at the moment.

The laughter was unbridled, as if no one was there.

Klockdahl looked at the bear like a fool, what are you laughing at at this time, isn't it just a punch? As for it?

"Crazy?"

"Did Lao Tzu withdraw first?"

At this time, it is definitely better to withdraw first.

He waited for a while, and the bear continued to laugh, and his inner thoughts became more and more determined, and he was ready to leave, but the bear stopped laughing.

Looking at his hands, I don't know what to look at, I keep staring.

"Oh?" Whitebeard shook his fist, and at that moment, the power exploded too quickly, and he was caught off guard and was shocked.

The long knife trembled, his blood began to boil, interestingly, this person seemed to have broken through.

Strength, stronger.

momentum, more magnificent.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

The long knife waved, pointed at the bear and Klockdahl, and said domineeringly: "You guys go up together." ”

Lao Tzu doesn't want to bully you one by one, so let's go together.

"Hmph."

“……。”

Klockdahl snorted coldly, looking down on himself, if this whitebeard was very strong, he would have killed him a long time ago.

This time, he did not refuse, looked at the bear, and waited for the bear's answer.

The bear nodded, relying on their own strength, unable to defeat him.

It's safer for two people to join forces than to be alone.

"Who's afraid of whom?"

"Come on." Whitebeard is domineering and leaky.

"Up."

The two looked at each other and attacked, with the bear in front and Klockdahl behind.

"Sandstorm."

Take the lead in a sandstorm that confuses his vision and causes Whitebeard a little trouble.

The bear took the opportunity to attack the past, fisting, and bombarding the past.

"Drink."

Whitebeard let out a low sigh, shattered the sandstorm, clenched his fists, and smashed over.

"Bang."

The fists touched again, and the bear flew out without accident.

Hitting the ground, he unloaded a lot of strength and quickly stood firm.

Whitebeard wanted to take advantage of the victory, but found that he could not move, and looked down, his feet were bound by the sand, and his long knife was stuck in the ground, and the vibration was transmitted with the sand.

"I'll go."

Klockdahl didn't think about it, just gave up the attack and quickly left the place.

"Boom."

As soon as he walked on his front foot, an explosion sounded on his back foot, and a hole appeared where he was standing.

Fortunately, how could Klockdal be frightened, and his hands flew out of the Desert Vajra Treasure Knife, cutting sharply.

"Hmph."

The long knife moves, and the treasure knife shatters and turns into yellow sand.

"Erosion reincarnation."

The sand on the ground quickly began to flow, falling towards the middle point, which was at Whitebeard's feet.

The power of quicksand is terrifying, and Whitebeard feels this in his heart, and is ready to deal with the disgusting person of Klockdahl first, and then slowly deal with the bear.

"Fuck off."

The long knife prepares to attack, and the bear appears in front of him, blocking his slash.

The foot kicked forward and landed Whitebeard's body, which shook a few times and did not fall.

Hold the bear's foot with his left hand and slam it towards the ground.

"Bang bang."

After more than a dozen beatings, the bear's strong body gradually became unbearable.

His head was a little dizzy, and he fell to the ground for a moment, at this time, Klockdahl didn't care who was with whom?

"Bury Lao Tzu."

It doesn't matter if it's a bear or a whitebeard, bury it together.

In his heart, only himself, everyone else, can die.

(End of chapter)