The secret treasure of the Fire Country, the "Flame" of Nature, seems to have its own providence in the dark, and no matter who the current king gives it to for whatever purpose, in the end, he will always return to the Fire Land again, his homeland. It is said that since the user of the previous generation of "flame" ability disappeared, after several years, after a series of unknown tosses and turns, the old friend who always remained optimistic and uplifting, the man who single-handedly created an era, was once again handed back into the hands of Zilavia, and now it was transferred by Zilavia to this young man with the surname "Boskat", perhaps, all for his life.

The young men of the Dadan family are destined not to be beaten passively, and after Lacis speculated on the feasibility and operability of the counterattack, he could no longer hold back and counterattacked in a high-profile manner, but the fat man and the gang who were slowly going up the mountain were taken aback, but fortunately, the three of them were already old rivers and lakes, and they did not show any special expressions on their faces. After the meeting, there was no nonsense, Lasis pointed to the other side of the mountain, turned around and left first, the interesting Mshuru and Eric followed, leaving a quiet venue for the remaining two to play heads-up, to be honest, the fat man felt that this was simply a superfluous move, the so-called heads-up between captains, only when the strength of the two pirates was similar, but as a rather "famous" senior, for the two calf-like offspring do not need to be stingy with a heads-up opportunity, only in this way, In order to completely kill them from the heart, defeat them, and make them understand the horror of the sea, and behold, how patient this predecessor should be.

On the other side of the mountain, Lacis's gaze kept sweeping over the faces of the two people, and soon he recognized which one was the Spore Man, and which one was playing with the wind like himself, Lasis spread his palm and flapped his wrist twice, making a provocative gesture, followed by unexpectedly habitual nonsense, put it on the basketball court, this is called trash talk tactics, whether it is useful or not, let go of the fart first, anyway, it is also a business without capital, not losing a single hair, Lasis smiled: "I heard that you still play two against one against an elderly man." , don't worry about a stinky little ghost like me, what's there to do, attack it. ”

"Imp!" With a loud shout, a cloud of spores flew out of the purple mushroom head of Mshuru, which was meticulously groomed and full of postmodernist art style, the same mushroom head, and it was obvious that the tall man on the warship, the raunchy natural style looked more harmonious and pleasing to the eye.

Several wind blades followed, and with the characteristics of the wind, the speed was faintly superior to the previous bullets.

Unexpectedly, the young man barely made any evasive movements except for slightly arching his waist, and he didn't even have a defensive posture.

What happened next was unbelievable, several wind blades that were heading straight towards Lasis suddenly merged in the air, and the original straight forward route naturally drew a strange arc, turning his head and hitting the spore bullets that were advancing in unison, and the restraining in ability made the spores be blown away by the wind without suspense and dissolved in the air.

"I know, your so-called 'sickle' ability is nothing more than creating wind by rubbing the atmosphere, which can be regarded as a kind of 'wind manipulation' marginal ability, but do you think that I, who have the highest control over the wind, will not be able to do your clown-like tricks?" Lasis spread out his right hand, and slowly moved forward like Tai Chi on the side, with the push of his palm, the atmosphere in front of him began to slowly crack, like a puzzle piece that was about to be dug up, this technique is almost the same as the technique of those superhuman fish people catching flowing water in the sea, Lasis said proudly: "See clearly, this is the art of real magic!" ”

The words fell, pushed with all his strength, and a huge light blue palm print appeared in the atmosphere, the strange thing is that the galloping characteristics of the wind attribute are not reflected in this palm print, on the contrary, the action is very slow, but the wind pressure in it makes people can't help but feel suffocated, yes, this is not a metaphor, but a real sensory suffocation, as if the surrounding atmosphere has been evacuated, as the huge handprint crushes and slowly approaches, the wind pressure released also makes it more and more difficult for the two to breathe.

The difference in the quality of the two people is reflected at this moment.

Mushuru was a madman, so he chose to fight back, and he didn't keep his hands, and he showed a kind of agility that only a white fighter can have, and he only bypassed the pressure on his face at once, and stuck to the flank. Eric is a dark-bellied man with a dark heart, as soon as he sees that his ability is completely restrained, he has already had the idea of retreating, which is also the fundamental reason why his strength is not very strong, but he has his own name, judging the situation, not easily standing under the dangerous wall, can always take advantage at the last moment, I have to say that Erik, who is used to petty theft, in addition to using the ability of "Scythe" to constantly consume opponents, there are almost no other hands in addition to this, for the superhuman level of Lacis, who is brave and good at fighting, Eric, who has no power, is equivalent to a wasted man.

None of them were blocked by anything, the majestic wind pressure played by Lasis went all the way forward, and along the way, all kinds of obstacles blocked in the road would be bounced out by the strong wind pressure just by rubbing the edges, and finally, compared to hurting people, the wind pressure of this demonstrative nature did not stop moving forward until it hit the wall of the mainmast mountain, and a more huge handprint was imprinted on the originally hard mountain wall, and the instantaneous impact of the whole process of light and vision seemed to exceed the fat man's despair after the black hydration of the slow engulfment.

But apparently no one cares about what's going on behind the scenes.

"The action was very fast, much more than the advance estimates were made."

After hearing the old man tell him about the details of the previous battle, Lassis understood that Mshuru was a guy who was good at fighting for nothing, and he had made a certain estimate in advance, but the speed shown by Mshuru still surprised him a little, and at the same time made him eager to try, and his original calm expression was replaced by fanaticism. The guys in the Dadan family couldn't be clearer about how enthusiastic and obsessed this skinny tiger is with the battle between life and death.

In terms of domineering, Ace is indeed a little stronger, but in front of the fat man who also knows how to at least know how to use domineering to defend, it is not enough to suppress the elementalized body, and now with the blessing of the flames, the result of the battle is almost predictable, the only question is how much time Ace needs to digest and absorb the ability to control the flames, fortunately, Ace, who inherited the bloodline of One Piece, also inherited his father's outstanding combat talent, and it was only a few minutes of disadvantage, and gradually began to reverse, The fat man realized that the imp in front of him had mastered one of the abilities he feared the most, and the only way out for him now was to kill him before he could fully master it.

The black water tide rose again, engulfing the entire mountain forest in an instant, and even Lasis who was far away at the other end felt the vibration of the ground when the black water flowed.

Luo dared to swear that he would never see anything in the mountains and forests from here, and the old man who was temporarily pressed down by the medicine still stood stubbornly on the top of the mountain, looking down at the black ocean, like a veteran who had been weathered by his duties.

Suddenly, a pinch of fire burst out of the black water, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if it were an illusion.

But an even more majestic flame burst forth, like a fiery red sea king, gulping down black water.

Growing up in the North Pole, Bebo, who was very sensitive to heat, woke up from his sleep and stared at the flames that reflected the red sky in front of him in a daze, apparently not coming back to his senses.

The old man clapped his hands and smiled, like a child who had just gotten a new toy, as if he didn't think it was enough, the old man turned his head and pulled Luo beside him, pointed to the flame on the other side and asked loudly, "Do you see it?" See? ”

Luo, who has always been unsmiling, showed a rare sincere smile and smiled: "See, what a magnificent flame!" ”

The old man sighed: "Yes, it's like a scorching youth!" ”