Fortunately, this is not Rabastan, it is not a natural desert area, and the power of the salon roll is also limited, the amount of grit that Matt can control on the beach is only a small part, but although this guy is a grit fruit, he can make wind, and the most important thing about the salon roll is the wind, not the sand.

"It's useless." Keane said as he appeared behind Matt.

"Humph! Sand fog. "Matt's body is constantly overflowing with sand, and the sand under his influence has also turned into sand, and the moisture in it is absorbed, and the sand on the entire surface of the beach is controlled by Matt.

The sand was blown up by the wind, almost like a sandstorm.

The most terrible climate in the desert area is the sandstorm, in this extreme condition, the hardest part of getting into the sandstorm is breathing, because everything inhaled is sand, once you inhale too much, you will suffocate to death.

Keane felt a little difficult to breathe in the flying sand, and he had to cover his nose and breathe through the wet cloth on his hand to prevent the sand from entering the trachea.

The sand in the sky also covered Keane's vision, and Keane couldn't see Matt's figure at all in his field of vision, and he still had the ability to comprehend and see things, so he couldn't find Matt's figure at all.

"Bang!"

A black shadow appeared in the sand, and then a fist slammed into Keane's face, and Keane was suddenly punched and staggered.

The opponent seized the opportunity and kept attacking Keane in all directions, and Keane could only use the iron block to enter a defensive stance, constantly parrying Matt's fists.

"Not enough, not enough."

Keane closed his eyes and felt it carefully, but he didn't notice any trace of Matt, originally he wanted to take this opportunity to cultivate the domineering, but now it seems that he is still too anxious, domineering is not something that can be comprehended overnight.

"Enough fights."

Keane lowered his hands and threw a punch forward, colliding with the opponent's fist, and the two sides exchanged punches.

"It's okay, quicksand."

Matt's figure appeared in front of Keane and looked at Keane with a sneer.

Keane felt his feet sink for a short time, and a whirlpool appeared on the ground, which was constantly eating away at him.

It's useless. Keane stepped on the moon step, jumped out of the quicksand, jumped directly into the air, and jumped out of the range of the sand mist.

"Sand gun."

Matt gathered a large amount of sand around him, and countless spears made of sand were pointed at Keane, and with a hook of his fingers, all the spears were shot at Keane.

"Arashiko."

Keane lifted his foot and kicked it at the flying spear, and the blue slash flew out and hit the sand guns, breaking a dozen sand guns, and the power of Lan's foot disappeared.

"Well, what about people?" Keane frowned, and Matt couldn't be seen below.

"Lieutenant Colonel, back." One of Nabaron's soldiers yelled at Keane.

Keane's face changed, and he turned his head suddenly, and he was met with an axe, a huge axe made of sand.

"Sand Axe!"

Matt lifted an axe tens of meters long, this axe was so large that it was almost the size of a house, and Keane didn't expect Matt to come to his side.

Keane then remembered that it seemed that the Gravel Fruit did have the ability to fly.

"Bang!"

The sand axe fell, and before Keane could resist, he was buried by the sand on the axe, which was not sharp, it was only made up of sand, but there was so much sand in this axe that Keane's whole body was buried by the sand.

"Dry."

Matt pressed one hand on the mass of sand, using his ability to absorb water, trying to suck Keane dry from the sand.

Keane in the sand felt his moisture running through himself, the damp cloth on his hands had turned dry, and his skin had become dry and wrinkled.

"Arranged." Keane lifted the armed color domineering and covered his whole body, which stopped the flow of water.

After half a month of cultivation, Keane has indeed mastered the control of the armed color, and he can cover his whole body.

"Poof!"

The whole mass of sand fell to the ground, forming a sand dune.

"Hmph, let's die, this dune will be your grave from now on." Matt stood at the top of the sand dune and sneered as he stepped on his feet.

"Next, kill all those navies." Matt looked at the onlookers on the island with a murderous expression.

"Whoa!"

A slight thud came from under Matt's feet, and Matt looked down to keep his black hand grasping his foot.

"This is ......" Matt's face changed dramatically when he saw the black hand, and he suddenly thought of how he had been taught a lesson in the New World.

The mortality rate of natural Devil Fruits in the New World is higher than that of other Devil Fruits, because they are too accustomed to elemental combat, and once they encounter someone who is domineering, their fate is only death.

Matt had encountered him a few times, and he almost died, and then he also learned how to fight domineering people, but he still failed, and he was defeated in a battle with other pirates more than ten years ago.

Matt, who had been a grandson in the New World for too long, knew that he couldn't continue like this, so he returned to the first half with the Pirates.

Except for the Navy Headquarters, he had never met a domineering person again, he had forgotten that experience for more than ten years, and now that he saw this black hand, he finally remembered the fear of being dominated by domineering in the new world.

"How is it possible, he's just a lieutenant colonel." Matt was shocked, you must know that the people in the navy who can control domineering are at least rear admirals, and they are also rear admirals of the headquarters, if you go to the Sihai branch, you can also mix a lieutenant general, how can a person with such means be a lieutenant colonel.

"Damn, this navy is getting stronger, no, we have to get rid of him."

Matt bent down and put his hands in the sand and shouted, "Sand burial." ”

"Rustle!"

The sand of the entire dune moved, constantly exerting pressure on it, and the originally loose sand dunes became hard and denser.

"It's useless." Keane's head was already out of the dune, and he stepped on it a few times to get up from the sand, and the foot that his hand had been grasping turned into sand and scattered all over the ground.

"That's Lieutenant Colonel Keane?"

"I guess so."

"Why is the skin black?"

A group of Navy soldiers began to talk.

"That's, domineering, how is it possible." Barlow's jaw dropped in surprise when he saw Keane's state, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Enough of playing, it's time to end, you don't seem to be domineering in the new world after a few years." Keane looked at Matt Dao.

Matt was so frightened that he slipped off the dunes, and under the dunes, he looked up at Keane.