"Marshall Ditch."

"Bartholomy Bear."

The two chanted each other's names, and their strength was recognized by them, so they naturally remembered their names.

Blackbeard's eyes narrowed, thin, thin, making him even more gloomy.

Bear was not afraid of his gaze, calmly held the Bible, and looked at him as if nothing had happened, they both knew that the battle was about to begin.

The two waited for each other, waited for the opportunity, and took the opportunity to do it.

Sensing the tension, Klockdahl glanced back and saw that the bear was also in combat mode, and he looked up at Blackbeard, his gaze deepened.

Who is this person? Why do bears take it so seriously?

"Do it." Thatch saw an opportunity and gave an order, and the two shot at the same time.

The pirates behind them quickly retreated and did not join their fight, they knew that the captain-level battle, and their participation in it would only cause unnecessary casualties.

Stand back, stand back, keep backing away.

The battle was fierce, and Klockdahl faced Thatch's attack, unhurried, and pressed over step by step.

Thatch's strength was all on his sword, and the twin swords were drawn out, slashing, and elementalization were useful at the moment, ignoring his attacks.

Klockdahl is not so confident that he will be slashed by him all the time, he is testing himself, the double sword is not attached to the armed color domineering, he is also testing, testing the strength of the enemy.

"Bang."

"Sandstorm."

A few sandstorms were thrown out of the palm of his hand, sweeping over, and Thatch was not a bear, he was able to break through the sandstorm and attack himself.

He retreated far away, using the ability of the Rustling Fruit to harass the enemy.

Leisurely, he looked at the bear beside him from time to time, the battle was much more fierce than his side, the man seemed to be very strong, back and forth, they fought more than a dozen moves, and no one could help anyone.

The bear swung his fist and met Blackbeard's fist, and they stalemateed with each other.

Step back, raise your foot, meet your opponent's foot, close your foot at the same time, take a step forward, and smash your fist into your opponent's chest.

"Boom."

The ground behind them collapsed visibly with the naked eye, and the strength was so great that the two trembled and took a few steps back.

Stabilizing his body, Xiong shook his fist, this punch was good.

"Marshall Ditch."

Teleportation appeared, came to his back, and blasted out with a palm, and Diqi reacted, but it was still slow.

"Bang."

His body flew out, smashing into many trees and sinking into the mountain.

Xiong will not show mercy to his subordinates, and when he treats the strong, he must use his strength to make him remember his strength.

"Ahem."

This punch hurt him almost nothing, and he spat out a mouthful of bitter water and came out of the dust.

"Yes, yes, haha, Bartholomy Bear, I'm interested in you."

Open his mouth, revealing his teeth.

The bear held the Bible, stood here quietly, and seeing him in this state, the bear took off the glove in his left hand and put down the Bible.

The battle has officially begun.

After the temptation, the same is true on Klockdal's side, there is no need to do a deeper test, and there is a certain guess about each other's strength, and they can attack further.

"Hey, you admit defeat, as long as you obediently take us to find your father, Lao Tzu won't beat you, how about it?"

"Hmph." Thatch was very angry, this person, did he really think he was going to eat himself?

"Zheng."

The twin swords trembled, and their voices pierced.

Thatch threw his legs, hands.

The twin swords turned black, and the armed color domineering clinged to them, tearing the sand away, and Klockdahl used the sand clone to dodge his slashing.

"The surface is cracked."

Wanting to rush over, he was too naïve, squatting down, pressing his hands on the inside, and the hard ground began to crack.

Pieces quickly cracked, collapsed, softened, and the combat power was unstable.

Unable to find a place to stay, Thatch's attack stopped, retreated, and landed on the hard dirt.

His face was not very good-looking, staring gloomily at the bear, and the natural Devil Fruit was trouble.

"How? Do you want to come over? Klockdal said leisurely: "You are strong in close combat, but can you help Lao Tzu?" ”

You want to fight in close quarters, it's ridiculous, Lao Tzu doesn't give you a chance to get close.

This is his strength, using his strengths and attacking the enemy's weaknesses, this is the best way.

"Lao Tzu likes to deal with people like you the most, you know? For so many years, the number of pirates who died under Lao Tzu's trick is not less than this number. ”

Raise your palms and shake your five fingers, very faceless and sarcastic.

Thatch clenched his double sword, this person, very arrogant.

"Hmph."

"Look at the sword."

He will not be affected by this move, swordsman, is to fight in adversity.

"Slash."

The sword aura was fierce, passing out, attacking from afar, Klockdahl had already guessed that he would attack like this, dodging, and the sandstorm followed.

"Sandstorm."

Not all of them are tyrant bears.

"Bang bang."

Thatch stood up gloomily and spat out a mouthful of blood, sandstorm, this person has okay control over his abilities, attacking himself from afar, not giving himself a chance to get close.

Moreover, looking at this person's expression, after getting close, he may not be able to get favored.

"I wonder what's going on over there with Diqi?"

Turning his head to look over, he was dumbfounded by the fierce battle next to him, the bear and Blackbeard constantly appeared in the air, fighting, and punching wildly.

landed, just a second, and the two met again.

Fists don't attack, Blackbeard's attacks are relatively insidious, sneak attacks, attacks, sometimes fists, sometimes claws.

The bear shifts between fist and palm, sometimes fist, and after he gets used to it, it becomes a palm.

Bombardment with a palm, against him, invincible.

"Marshall Ditch, how's it going?"

"Haha, I'm very happy." He was happier and less sad.

Fighting, driving him crazy, paining, driving him mad.

"Bartholomew Bear, Meat Ball Fruit, Lao Tzu remembers you."

"Really? I don't know if you can block this palm? The bear teleported behind him, his palm falling suddenly.

"Bang."

A large, deep hole appeared in the ground, bottomless, Blackbeard rolled to the side, sweat soaked his back, and glanced at the ground, his heart full of shock.

If this slap is hit, he is afraid that he will be seriously injured.

"Did you escape?"

The bear slowly raised his hand and stood up, his flat gaze sweeping over Blackbeard.

The reflexes, attack power, and the momentum of this person are all top-notch, and such strength, but he is willing to be Thatch's subordinate, which is incredible.

In Xiong's opinion, Thatch's strength is much worse than Blackbeard's.

"Ahem."

Blackbeard's eyes condensed, and his vigilance became stronger, and the sudden appearance of the bear made him very jealous.

This kind of ability is simply a weapon for killing.

If it weren't for the domineering cultivation of Seeing and Hearing to a certain extent, it would be impossible to detect his attack, let alone dodge the past.

"Teleportation?"

He saw the doorway, and his eyes narrowed, much to the bear's displeasure.

(End of chapter)