Colosseum,

As one of the 'start' islands of the seven routes leading to the Great Route, it is bound to suffer from a large number of pirates.

However, since it belonged to the 'Don Quixote family', it has changed dramatically.

"We are good people! It's a good guy—"

On the deck, the captain raised his hands high, did not carry a three-cornered hat or a captain's coat, and did not have the standard flintlock pistol and sailor knife on his waist, for fear of causing misunderstanding on the other side.

"Let me see,"

On the patrol boat with the Double Dragon flag, Camille, the former 'sea swordsman', flipped through the manual in his hand. After carefully checking it, he made sure that the other party was not a famous pirate who liked to play 'Darkness Chen Cang', and then closed the manual.

"Since it's a normal maritime business, let's enter the port."

After speaking, the swordsman young man who had led the villagers to rebel against the nobles seriously warned the other party:

"If you're going to do business on this route, don't worry; But if you dare to make trouble on this route, the Don Quixote family will not let go of any provocative fools! ”

"Yes, yes, we are ready to turn because we heard that this route is very safe... Ahem, run this route to raise your family. ”

It was clear that the ship without any flag was a pirate ship, and those giggling 'sailors' were once pirates too.

In this world, in addition to the navy, when other sea ships encounter 'fat sheep', who will not make a cameo appearance as a pirate?

Neither the maritime nor the kingdom's army would mind making a 'windfall'.

But now it's different.

"The little one... Ahem, sailors, get ready to enter the port. ”

This ship is full of special ore from Magnetic Drum Island, and it can earn millions of Baileys on just one trip. - It's much more comfortable than fighting bad weather, huge sea beasts, and other peers on the vast sea.

Most of the pirates are insulated from 'chic', and if they are unlucky, they don't have a single Bailey for ten days and a half, and their income is normal, and hunger and thirst are their lives.

So why are pirates so enthusiastic about having banquets?

Of course, because after eating this meal, maybe there will be no next meal!

As the repurposed pirate ship slowly entered the port, a bustling and lively dock appeared in front of everyone:

Dense workers carry the goods out of the hold, and the constantly rotating giant boom unloads the goods, and the endless flow of various goods is constantly flowing and exchanging.

On the docks, merchants and captains haggled over the goods, and soon, stacks of Bailey changed hands as the cargo flowed, and the eyes of the 'front' pirates who had just entered the harbor lit up.

If only I could do it—

Bang!

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang in the distance, which frightened the pirates on the ship to reflexively pounce on the deck.

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"This is..."

Subconsciously reaching out to his waist to grab it, but touching the empty pirate captain, raised his head and looked at the city behind the dock.

"First time?"

A young man with short gray-green hair stepped onto the boat with two clerks, without even looking back at the sound behind him.

"Yes... Yes, may I ask if this is..."

Facing the puzzled pirate captain and the frightened 'sailors', the gray-green short-haired youth smiled proudly.

"Don't be nervous, this is the cadres of the Don Quixote family working together."

Compare notes?

Is it using explosives and cannons?

Just when a shipload of pirates showed disbelief, suddenly the wind was like thunder, and a giant sandstorm tornado with a terrible cry rose into the sky, rolling the clouds in the sky and began to rotate.

？？？？

"Don't be nervous, this should be a guest of the family who is communicating with the cadres in a friendly manner."

Communication?

Looking at the yellow salon roll that went straight into the sky in the distance, like a natural disaster, a boatload of pirates really wanted to twist this gray-green short-haired young man and let him look at the situation behind him, that was a little 'friendly'?

But—

"Hah... Haha,"

"It turned out to be an exchange, but we had too little knowledge and made a fuss..."

The pirate captain smiled awkwardly, looking at the familiar appearance of the dock personnel around him, this was by no means a 'shock' act of temporary uprising. With the power of the other party to create natural disasters, it only takes a hand to destroy pirates like them.

The little caution that had just surfaced immediately vanished.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

Being a good citizen is a beautiful thing.

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Colosseum,

The Colosseum,

"Heavyweight Shalan!"

The yellow sand in front of Rossi's eyes first gathered into a huge tornado, and then crushed him fiercely.

This is no ordinary 'Desert Storm', but an attack that carries the 'Corrosive Reincarnation' of Crockdahl, and every grain of yellow sand roars and spits at high speed, forming a giant tornado that can instantly twist the steel battleship into powder and assimilate!

Now Rossi's strength is fully confident that he will not take half a step back from a full-speed collision of a warship head-on. However, in front of him, the howling wind alone could sweep the warship into the sky.

"Well, this sand storm tornado alone can destroy the fleet."

In the face of Krokdal's attack, Rossi swung his sword, and the black and red light that rose into the sky cracked the sandstorm hundreds of meters in two, whistling past him.

However, the cracked 'two' sandstorms still howled angrily, trying to tear everything apart and sweep away, and the momentum that was not left suddenly turned around, and surrounded and strangled Rossi from behind.

As the giant sandstorm tornado swept by, the walls, corridors, and seats of the Colosseum... They all collapsed and disintegrated.

It was a sturdy structure that could defend itself against heavy artillery bombardment, but it fell apart in an instant as the yellow sand blew by, and then it was swept up by the wind like confetti, and quickly turned into yellow sand and became part of the attack.

"Hey, don't damage the property—"

Rosie in the giant sandstorm tornado was not injured, and the invisible armed color domineering covered every inch of his skin, making his body stronger than the big fast knife.

But if Crockdahl's attacks are allowed to rage, the question of how much remains of the Colosseum's iconic building, the Colosseum, remains.

It's really a stingy sand crocodile, and the building was destroyed by the angry 'Kaida' who slashed it himself a few times.

"Demon Slash—"

The attack that has been brewing for a long time has suddenly erupted in full force!

A huge amount of armed color domineering surged out from Rossi's body in all directions, smashing the Sandstorm Tornado to the ground.

"Black Dragon Suppression!"

The three generations of ghosts covered with armed color domineering were like angry dragons churning, and the Rossi people moved with their knives, spinning more and more urgently, and the black and red light turned into a huge tornado and rose into the sky.

This black and red tornado connected the sky and the sea, and the clouds on both sides of the sky were even swept up by this huge tornado, turning into a howling wind that was deafening.

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The huge black and red tornado slammed into two sandstorm storms, and the wind and clouds were turbulent and sparks splashed everywhere!

With one enemy and two not falling behind, Krokedahl, who was in the sandstorm tornado, turned into yellow sand, was stunned.

With a weapon that can do such an attack, this guy has a bit of a skill.

It's not over yet, Rosie's skills don't stop there.

"Overlord Impact!"

It was majestic, and the black-red overlord-colored domineering aura suddenly spread out from his body, and the indifferent oppression from above completely filled every inch of space within a radius of dozens of meters.

"Woo——?!"

Krokdahl, who controlled the yellow sand to form a sandstorm tornado, was rushed by this domineering force, and the whole person was like being cracked by an invisible sword, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

And the two huge sandstorm tornadoes he controlled naturally collapsed, and suddenly collapsed into an incomparably chaotic, hundreds of air vortices.

Not only that, but the black and red domineering suddenly condensed into a line, turning into a black and red knife light and slamming head-on!

On this pitch-black three-generation ghost, a trace of pitch-black 'lightning' was pulled out of thin air, causing the Crockdal Tong hole scattered into yellow sand to shrink.

Overlord color domineering?!

For a moment, Crockdahl felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of troops, with flags and swords, and there was no way for him to escape.

Even if he scattered his body into billions of yellow sand, his soul would be severely damaged under this knife.

Or even... Death!

At this moment, Crocdal, who pursued 'secrecy' and 'conspiracy', smelled the breath of defeat.

It is like a counselor who prides himself on being perfect in scheming, and suddenly faces a fierce beast alone, and finds that the wisdom he relies on is as pale as a joke.

In the face of the most furious speed, power, and domineering, Crockdahl felt as powerless as an ordinary person.

"Hmph, it's just a bully color—"

However, at this time, Crockdahl had not yet 'fallen', and the huge pressure aroused his former domineering, allowing him to regain a trace of the spirit he once had with Barrett.

Countless yellow sand quickly gathered into the upper body of Crockdahl out of thin air, and in the dark green fur coat behind him, his right hand waved out of thin air, turning into a stalk condensed and compressed by a large amount of yellow sand... and the formation of a huge scimitar.

"Desert Vajra Sword!"

Bang

The two weapons slammed together, and with a loud bang that resounded throughout the entire Colosseum, the terrifying shock wave spread in all directions, carrying a huge amount of yellow sand, domineering, and wanted to destroy the entire Colosseum.

"Stonewall!"

Picca screeched down and slapped the ground, and a circle of boulders rose from the ground, enveloping the entire Colosseum at a rapid pace, while his armed domineering aura swam out and wrapped around the rock walls.

Peng!

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Although after dispersion, it can't even be 'black and hard', and can only wrap around a layer of invisible domineering, but it is enough to strengthen the stone wall to resist the aftermath.

Others subconsciously took half a step forward, and what they were most concerned about was-

Who won?

"It's kind of interesting,"

The motionless Mihawk yellow child's hole flashed slightly,

The smoke and dust in the sky couldn't hide his gaze, and Mihawk could clearly see that the three generations of ghosts had cut into the 'Desert King Kong Treasure Knife', and he also clearly saw Crockdahl's shocked expression. And:

brush

With a wave of his black feather coat, he swept away the dust from the field.

"Let's stop here, if we continue to fight, our family's property will be damaged."

"Hmph, prepare a wide field next time."

Pulling out a cigar, the rekindled Crockdahl grimaced a gloomy face.

Fortunately, his usual expression was very 'gloomy', so the people watching the battle did not notice anything.

"This one, let's count it as a tie for the time being—"

brush

A figure leaped down and strode towards Rossi.

"Are you done warming up?"

Pulling out the black knife 'Night' behind his back, the equally young Jorakol Mihawk raised the 'Supreme Knife' in his hand.

"It's my turn,"

After speaking, he didn't even look at the sand crocodile next to him.

"Fight with me, you don't have to keep your hands."

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"Okay,"

After agreeing to Mihawk, Rosie turned to look at the embarrassed Crockdahl and raised his hand in the direction of the audience.

"Mr. Crockdahl, we're going to start, please go up there and watch the battle."

"Hmph,"

Crokedahl, who was almost cut off by Rossi's weapon, and was seen through by this 'naval hunter' Mihawk, who was weak and couldn't hold his face, turned around unhappily, and his figure turned into yellow sand and disappeared.

In the next second, the yellow sand reconstituted into a sand crocodile with a black face in the audience.

Originally, he wanted to 'show off' his strength, but he was almost cut down by Don Quixote Rosinandi. - This makes it smooth sailing after going to sea, except for Crockdahl, who has suffered at the hands of Whitebeard, how can he not be angry?

It's just like facing Whitebeard.

Lack of strength is incompetent rage.

Hades···

When I get the legendary 'Ancient Weapon', everyone will kneel down in front of me!"

Looking at Rossi and Mihawk in the Colosseum below, the sand crocodile who was biting his cigar secretly swearing.