Mr.3 looked at the skull on the ground in a daze, and then touched his head again, only to feel that the top of his head was smooth and round, and his fingers felt a little cool to the touch.

Suddenly, he heard Zoro's words that were not salty, not light, and even a little regretful, and hurriedly covered his head and took a few steps back, staring at Zoro's knife with his eyes, not daring to have the slightest contempt.

Just now, he just walked down a little and almost lost his head.

Glancing at the two wax puppets behind Zoro, he lost his motivation completely, Mr.3 tried to control their movements, but just as the mind connected to the wax figures to give the order, the wax figures that were identical to his appearance suddenly fell apart, and in the process of fading, they turned into pieces and fell to the ground, and then turned into candle slime again.

Fortunately, the destruction of the puppet wax figure could not affect itself, otherwise Mr. 3 would have felt the pain of his body being split into hundreds of pieces.

But even so, he was struck by the slightly frightening image, not only because of the simple and crude way in which Sauron dealt with the wax figure, but also because of the palpitations of watching "himself" being chopped to pieces.

"This ......" Mr. 3 looked at Zoro, the contempt in his eyes was long gone, and all that was left was fear at the moment.

This guy is not easy to mess with!

The knife was so fast, so fast that he couldn't even react.

He knew very well that if Sauron wanted his life, he would have died just now. The Wind Blade could cut off his skull, and naturally it could also cut his throat, and even Mr. 3 thought back to Fang Cai's shock, and realized that if it wasn't for Sauron's intention, his head would have been cut off entirely.

He's a superhuman not a natural fruit powerhouse, and he's not a bucky, he doesn't have the ability to tear apart, and he doesn't have time to melt himself when he's chopped.

"How's it going, do you see my abilities?" Zoro seems to be light-hearted, but in fact, he is holding back a smile in his heart, after all, Mr.3's short hair on both sides is fluttering, and the Mediterranean style on his head is too pleasing, and Robin on the side is covering his mouth and snickering, but he must maintain his image now and can't collapse, otherwise he should laugh at him with Robin at this time.

Mr.3 didn't speak, as he realized that his tried-and-true abilities didn't work for Zoro. With Zoro's speed that is difficult to catch with the naked eye, Mr. 3 can't hit if he wants to, can't catch if he wants to, and maybe he can't even escape.

However, Miss. Golden Zhou looked at her partner with a little worry, pursed her lips and her cheeks bulging, her pink little face was a little red, and her little hand holding Xianbei looked quite hard, as if she was cheering for Mr. 3.

"Do you really want me to make a turtle shell to shrink inside?" Mr.3 looked solemn and thought about what to do.

No, no!

Mr. 3 threw this idea out of his mind, he was one of the top high-ranking agents in the Baroque workshop, and he was also an artist with elegant sentiments, how could he be so cowardly.

"In that case, that's the only way to go."

With a fierce look in his eyes, Mr.3 opened his hands, and white candle slime gushed out from his body, instantly enveloping the part below his neck, and then gradually changing shape, turning into a huge candle armor that looked like a robot.

"Come, try my most outstanding artwork, the Candle Champion, which I used to defeat the pirates with a bounty of 40 million Bailey, and you will have the privilege of experiencing his awesomeness!" Behind the armor, Mr.3 changed his fear, and the whole person became full of fighting spirit.

This is his most powerful armament and his greatest pride, and he has no reason to be afraid!

"Miss. Golden Week, paint me!" Mr.3 squeezed to the side...... Miss. Golden Week, cheering him on, shouted loudly.

The two can become partners, not only have similar interests, but their abilities are also complementary, Miss. Golden Week does not have the ability of Devil Fruits, but can adjust the color of the paint of the color palette to imply and even control the feelings of others, and after Mr.3 equips the [Candle Champion], she will color it to enhance Mr.3's combat effectiveness.

At this moment, Miss. Golden Zhou took out her drawing board and began to mix colors, and then waved the brush in her hand to paint the mixed colors onto Mr.3's [Candle Champion], and in an instant, Mr.3's momentum became more and more powerful, as if he had really become the king of the ring, and his fighting spirit was vigorous.

Mr.3 wields candle-wielding boxing gloves, his massive body is bulky but unusually agile, and he has a strong confidence in his armor, a weapon he has put all his might into crafting, even harder than steel.

He didn't believe Sauron could cut through his armor, and even prepared to restrain him when he attacked in close quarters.

Not only does he have to return the color to Zoro, but he also has to wait for the opportunity to fight back!

"Come on, fight me!" Mr.3 roared angrily and pounced on Sauron, "Champion Fight: Punch of the Flat Road!" ”

A distance of four or five meters leaped in, and the huge candle fist gauntlet continued to blast towards Zoro like a windmill.

That posture does look like a bulldozer.

Unfortunately, that's it.

In the face of Mr.3's strongest move, Zoro didn't even use his sword, but just moved his footsteps to dodge the powerful attack.

"Ulaula UlaUlaula!" Mr. 3 roared in anger and slammed the ground where Zoro was with all his might, but was unable to touch Sauron's body.

Robin on the side looked at the battle scene with dirt splashed, and couldn't help but retreat, just fighting, how did it look like a demolition site.

And at this time, Miss. Golden Week also touched Robin's side, not to PK with Robin, she just came to chat with Robin, and by the way, she shared snacks with her.

"Can you not kill Mr. 3 later?" Miss. Golden Zhou looked up at Robin with a small face, his eyes a little hesitant.

Robin was a little curious: "Why do you say that?" ”

"I felt the killing intent in that man." "Mr. 3 is no match for him, and I can't do it either." ”

Golden Week is the most indisputable existence of the Baroque work club, she is just a little girl who likes to drink tea and eat snacks, she doesn't really care much about her work, every time she comes out to perform a task, she hopes to end her work early so that she can paint her paintings, drink her tea, and eat her favorite senbei. She can be scared by a duck in the future, but her heart is still not bad in the end.

"Don't worry, he won't." Robin touched little Lori's head and said softly.

For this little girl who is 10 years younger than herself, Robin actually likes it quite a lot, after all, she is very cute, and she is not like other agents with a perverse and twisted personality, which is simply a clear stream.

"Hmm." Miss. Golden Week nodded and continued to bite her senbei.

On the other hand, although Mr. 3 can continue to fight, Zoro is obviously a little impatient.

Three years later, Mr. 3 is no match for him, and Mr. 3 is even less likely to win him now. Now that he has been playing with Mr. 3 for so long, it can be regarded as repaying him for letting him experience the pain of "broken legs".

After Mr.3's punch landed again, Zoro stomped on his fist, and no matter how hard Mr. 3 tried, he couldn't pull the fist away from Sauron's feet.

Looking at Mr. 3's bare head, Zoro said, "It's time to finish. ”

"It's not over yet!" Mr.3 yelled, and the upper part of his left fist, which Sauron had stepped on, began to melt and entangle Zoro's right leg, and the bottom half turned into a nail and stuck to the ground, rendering Sauron immobile.

At the same time, he raised his right fist high, sharp spikes appeared on the surface of the rounded gloves, and the fist like a meteor hammer slammed down.

The powerful blow was only exchanged for a sigh from Zoro: "You're in luck." ”

With a flick of the thumb of his left hand, the Wind Blade slammed into the chest of the [Candle Champion] with lightning speed.

In an instant, all sounds vanished, and Mr. 3's form froze.

"Boom!" The Blade of the Wind was sheathed, and Sauron turned away.

Behind him, a shallow bump mark appeared on the chest of the [Candle Champion].

"Click...... Click...... Click...... Ka ......"

Slowly, countless cracks continued to spread to the figure 3 on the chest of [Candle Champion], and then spread to the whole body, and at the same time, Mr. 3's pupils slowly turned towards the upper eye face, and finally turned into white eyes.

"Boom ......" Mr.3's supreme masterpiece [Candle Champion] turned into pieces of various sizes and fell to the ground along with Mr.3, burying half of Mr.3's body along the way.

Miss. Golden Zhou stared at the defeated partner, and there was some complexity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, he's not dead."

Sauron said as he walked past Miss. Golden Week, and took a piece of senbei in his hand.

"This fairy shell was saved."