Taking the Wind Blade and pulling it down, Zoro pressed it against his back, turning sideways and squinting at Smoker, handsome and confident.

It's just that his attention was not focused on his opponent, and he moved his mouth, Zoro secretly reprimanded: "Hey, didn't you say that you have the function of automatically returning to the city, why didn't you come back for a long time?" ”

The Wind Blade said nonchalantly, "The B button has been buckled. ”

A hint of evil flashed in Sauron's eyes: "Speak human words!" ”

The Wind Blade, which was thrown out just now when he tried to make a small move, suddenly became honest: "It takes time to return to the city, and I'm still counting the seconds, so the white-haired exhibitionist interrupted me." ”

“…… What do you want? ”

……

Seeing Zoro standing with his sword in his hand, there was a faint killing intent between his eyebrows, and Smoker's hand couldn't help but clench ten hands slightly, the majestic power in his body was looking forward to being vented, and the young man in front of him was the opponent who could satisfy him.

"Be careful, I'm going to go." Shouting to warn Sauron not to get distracted, Smoker rushed forward with his ten hands.

The thick smoke around him was clearing, and it was Smoker's deliberate doing, and he didn't want to use the Devil Fruit ability so soon.

After all, for the vast majority of people in the East China Sea, the natural Devil Fruit ability is a symbol of invincibility, and no one can touch or attack their entity when they use their ability.

And although the Smoke Fruit is a little chicken in terms of combat, but in the end it is also a natural Devil Fruit, originally he was a colonel of the Navy Headquarters with rich combat experience and a fledgling boy It was already a bit too much, if he used the Devil Fruit ability again, it would be shameless.

He is a disciple of the former admiral Black-wristed Zefa, and he was also a man of the year in the elite training camp of the Navy, a famous white hunter in the East China Sea, how could he bully children.

Thinking like this, Smoker couldn't help but speed up a little: "However, it's still okay to move your muscles and bones." ”

The huge ten hands struck Sauron from the bottom up, and Smoker chose to use a top lift that a naval soldier would inevitably practice when training as the first blow, but his speed and strength were several notches higher than that of the dragon, both steady and accurate.

Even a well-trained naval captain who is prepared for such a situation is very likely to not be able to react and be shot away.

But what kind of person is Sauron, how could a super newcomer who could defeat tens of millions of pirates and win four consecutive victories just debut, be hit by this obviously tentative attack.

"Boom!"

There is so much foreshadowing, but unfortunately the dramatic scene that everyone wants to see does not appear.

Smoker's attack was unsurprisingly blocked by Sauronge, and the Wind Blade held ten hands steadily, without the slightest trembling.

"Oh, that's good." Seeing this, Smoker also showed a rare smile, although it was still the kind of cruel smile that a child stopped crying, but it was perfect to appear in this situation.

A backhand flicked the ten hands away, Zoro didn't speak, reversed the waist of the Wind Blade and twisted the horizontal knife to slash, the Blade of the Wind in the moonlight did not add amazing special effects, but it still gave people the feeling of moonlight falling with the slash.

His muscular pectoral muscles were about to be slashed, but Smoker shrank back slightly, but he dodged Zoro's attack just right, and all that was left to stand was the fluff of his clothes that had fallen off when he was swept away by the sword wind when he dodged the attack.

"It's kind of interesting." Looking at Sauron, whose face was calm, Smoker's desire to fight was also getting higher and higher, and he habitually wanted to reach out and touch the cigarette, but when he saw that Sauron was about to draw his sword, he also resisted his addiction to smoke and held ten hands to meet him.

"Ding!"

Zoro had slashed with his sword raised, but Smoker's response was to jam the Wind Blade with ten hands, forcing Zoro to pull out the two knives at his waist or risk losing his weapon.

Although the abacus sounded, Smoker did not expect that at the moment when the weapons of the two sides were about to collide, Zoro changed his stab, and the cold tip of the Wind Blade accurately pressed against the handle of the ten hands.

Seeing that his plan had failed, Smoker slammed his right hand forward, trying to stagger the landing point of the Wind Blade, so that it could fall into the unique structure of the Ten Hands and be stuck again.

"Huh." With a faint laugh, Sauron lowered his thumb, and the remaining four fingers holding the knife loosened slightly, and the blade of the wind reversed the blade of the sword against Zoro's arm, and the auspicious cloud-like sword ornament rubbed the air, and slammed into Smoker's chest under Sauron's domination.

Sauron's several moves were extremely fast, but Smoker was still able to keep up with his rhythm, and his left hand hooked the top of the ten hands that had been skimmed out, and pulled back to withstand Zoro's attack just right.

It's just that although Zoro's change of move is extremely fast, the power attached to the sword ornament is not less than a slighter, and Smoker, who hurriedly returned to defense, suffered a loss, and involuntarily took half a step back under the huge force.

"Step!" With a heavy foot on the ground, Smoker resisted the pressure and stopped retreating, raising his head to look at Zoro's eyes that still didn't fluctuate much, and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Without looking, just by feeling, Smoker knew that there should be a clear mark on the palms of his hands hidden in the gloves.

The spicy pain made him feel that his hands had lost most of his strength, but it was only an illusion of pain, and in fact he could still block another attack from Zoro.

The knuckles of his left hand were retracted, his palm pressed against the top of his ten hands, and at the same time, his right hand was raised, and Smoker still did not give up the idea of twisting the Wind Blade.

But under Zoro's control, the Wind Blade was as slippery as a snake, and no matter how hard Smoker tried, he couldn't catch the trajectory of the Wind Blade, so he could only deal with Zoro's precise and changeable attacks in vain.

Before you know it, the battle between the two has turned into a one-man show for Zoro, and Blade of the Wind, who is the only spectator and participant (weapon) in this battle part-time, has expressed his opinion on it.

"It's rare that I still want to see the so-called natural Devil Fruit ability, but I didn't expect to see an exhibitionist being pressed and beaten, it's really boring."

Zoro didn't reply, Smoker wanted to force him to use the other two knives, he didn't want Smoker to use his abilities, and then let him try some of his immature ideas.

After fighting each other for more than twenty times, Smoker only felt that Zoro's knife was heavier and heavier each time, and he was dealing with it more and more reluctantly, if he let Sauron fight at his own pace like this, he would inevitably lose.

"No, we have to get real."

Smoker's eyes were crossed, and he waved ten hands to block Zoro's attack, and then a dodge went around Sauron's back and smashed Sauron's vest with ten hands, but the tip of the Wind Blade appeared silently in front of his eyes, and the sharp sword wind pierced his cheeks with pain, forcing Smoker to retreat again.

Smoker didn't rush forward again after retreating, and Zoro was not busy swinging his sword, but looked at Smoker quietly, his eyes a little expectant, a little impatient.

With his hands in his left hand, Smoguera opened the placket of his left shirt, took out a large cigar from his inner pocket and put it in his mouth, gritted his teeth and pinched his fingers, and then took out a lighter and lit it.

"Spit on."

"Bang."

The cigar was lit, and wisps of tobacco-scented smoke rose from the dense sparks, and a thick white smoke suddenly poured out of the surroundings, obscuring the lights and moonlight, obscuring the figure and sight, and enveloping the swordsman and his sword.

"I smell the killing."