Sowing discord, Marco inadvertently accomplished a feat.

Hold hands, stand aside, smile and wait for the battle to come.

However, the battle did not start, and Xiong coldly took the Bible, turned the pages one by one, and stared at the contents with his eyes, look, look.

Duke Inulan raised his sword and wiped it gently, as if he had been drawing his sword and wiping it from the beginning, not to kill people.

The cat pit viper boss is much more real than them, and he slammed into the air, and kept shouting: "I'll plug in, I'll plug in." ”

After playing for a while, he got tired and put it down, panting.

"I'm tired, I'm old, I'm no longer the old man I used to be."

The three of them had a funny scene with each other, making Marco's big eyes wait for the little ones, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.

Like, failed.

"Ahem, Bartholomian Bear, come on, let's fight, don't think about prevarication, you can't avoid this fight."

Since you can't fight, then I'll do it and show you a show.

Duke Inulan and the cat pit viper boss had a tacit understanding to take a few steps back, clasp their hands, and put on a good show directly, regardless of whether you are angry or not.

They looked at each other, looking victorious, wanting them to be praying mantises and wanting to be beautiful.

"Are you really?"

Marco was already leaping into the air, blue wings waving behind him, and a tuft of yellow hair swaying in the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

With a dashing cry, he invaded and swept past the bear's side, and the flames were about to burn.

The bear dodged the past, raised its feet, and quietly fell.

On top of it was Marko's legs, and his flip-flops, no, were much uglier than flip-flops.

"Bang."

As soon as the wind picked up, the two separated at the same time, and the bear opened his hand and slapped his right hand into the air.

"Pressure cannon."

A blow of the pressure cannon quickly flew out of the palm of his hand, piercing through the void, without making a sound, and then hit.

Wing.

The flaming wings were empty, and Marco took the opportunity to come down, and the flames eroded.

The flames that seemed to be hot at the temperature fell to the ground, burning the weeds on the ground, swaying him, squatting on the ground.

Staring at the bear trampling the air in the sky, he murmured in his heart: "Navy six-style moon step." ”

One of the six styles of the navy, the moon step, a physical skill.

How did he disappear? Is it shaving, no, shaving is not like this.

Marco remembered the scene when the bear had just disappeared, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, it was not shaving.

Devil Fruit abilities?

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled: "It's really fast." ”

"Move fast, Marco the Undead Bird, the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates."

A person who can be the captain of the first team is not weak.

While the two squinted their eyes, they struck, and like a lightning-like Marco, flew in mid-air.

A ball of flame came out of his hands and threw it at the bear, and then his attacks followed.

The hands, the legs, and the flames behind them took the opportunity to attack.

It caused a lot of trouble to the bear, and the physical strength that was finally recovered was quickly consumed.

The battle, not too intense, can be very troublesome.

Seeing and hearing the color is domineering, dodging the attack, and thus attacking.

During this time, Marco was the same, dodging the bear's attack, and when his palm touched his chest, he actually dodged.

The two crack one move at a time, dodge, and then attack, no matter how big or low.

"Old dog, you say the two of them, who will be better?"

Duke Inulan lowered his head and thought for a moment, his frowning brows did not disperse for a long time.

"It should be Bartholomy Bear."

"You're so dismissive of Marko?"

Duke Inulan shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't like him, on the contrary, I'm very optimistic about him, it's just that this man called Bartholomew Bear is very demonic." ”

Fighting, improving his strength step by step, when fighting with them, he has been suppressing his ability and fighting with pure body arts.

Now it's the same way, it seems, there is a kind of timidity of restraint.

The bystanders were clear, standing aside and watching the play, and they saw it very clearly.

"It seems that this is the case, among human beings, why are there always demons, this man, give him another ten years of growth, it's terrible."

"yes." The two of them couldn't help but sigh.

Ten years, give him ten years, and he may become a man-like existence, right?

The conversation between the cat and the dog fell on the bear's ear, and he smirked, not smug.

He knows very well what his strength is.

Only by recognizing yourself and recognizing reality can you live a better life.

"Eat me."

There was wind on his feet, and when he kicked him, the power rolled in, and the bear's feet began to tremble, and the two of them were in the sky and the other on the ground.

The ground beneath the bear's feet cracked, clicked, and collapsed.

Immediately after, his body began to sink, little by little.

"Let's go down."

With a force, kick the bear's entire body away and hit the ground.

Marco retreated to the ground not far away, smiling at the pit ahead.

The dust gradually cleared, the bear patted his body, the dirt stained his body, and he did not fall.

Marko's kick was not small, and it hurt him a lot, and he survived with the strength of his body.

"Ahem."

The already tired body ushered in the battle again, a little reluctantly.

The bear looked up and met Marco's eyes with a playful smile.

"Bartholomew Bear, are you going to continue?"

After the battle came here, he probably had confidence, the bear is very strong, and it is not an existence that cannot fight.

"Go on?"

The bear looked at himself, suffered a loss, and did not return it, but it was not his bear's style.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and the bear does not seek ten years, only now.

He is not the same person he was back then, he has been running away, and with his strength, it is necessary to change his way of fighting.

"Are you scared?"

"Looks like you're going to keep fighting, okay, there's nothing to do anyway, and playing with you is also a good pastime, Bartholomi Bear, you have to pay attention, I may be very heavy."

Marco changed his previous state, if you want to fight, I will fight.

He is the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates, the immortal bird Marko, and represents the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Come on."

"Come on."

The two spoke, moving.

In an instant, their fists touched, and blue flames rose and covered them, and the bear stepped back, pinched out the pressure cannon with his left hand, and whipped out.

Marko's body was covered in blue flames, and only one birdsong could be heard.

He rose into the sky, and then, falling where he was.

With his hands crossed, his palms aimed at his attack, his legs spread a little, the bear's face remained unchanged, and he whispered in his heart: "Come on." "of

Come on, the storm will come harder.

"Boom!"

The blue flames in the sky rushed down, and the red pieces of flesh, with a flick, turned around and floated in the other direction.

(End of chapter)