South side of the pier, near the Gospel.

Woo Woo Woo ~ Boom Boom!

The screams of the cannonballs tearing through the air continued to sound, followed by falling to the ground, setting off a terrifying blast impact.

But in the midst of the continuous explosions, there was a slender figure with two guns in his hand speeding through the smoke and dust.

It was a red-haired woman, in her mid-thirties, with a slender figure, but the garlic-like nose and the huge scar that almost covered the entire face ruined all beauty.

The woman's speed was fast, and the impact of the cannonball's explosion could not stop her even for a second.

In just a few breaths, he was only about 100 meters away from the gospel.

Almost as soon as she stepped into the 100-meter range, the woman rolled to the side, and then got up and knelt on one knee and pulled the triggers of the two guns one after another.

Bang bang bang......

The muzzles of the woman's twin guns spewed tongues of fire, and six projectiles shot at the Gospel's not-so-large watchtower.

If someone could look down at the six bullets flying in mid-air from above, they would be surprised to find that these six bullets actually formed two "pin" shapes in the air, one in front and one behind.

If Peyton on the watchtower hadn't made any dodge moves, the six bullets would have hit him in the heart, lungs, and eyebrows!

But will Peyton stand there stupidly and let the bullet hit? The answer to this question is clearly no.

Almost as soon as he noticed the woman on the other side roll and raise his guns, he fell down and retracted his entire body into the watchtower, followed by his sideways, blocking his right arm, which had been transformed into a cannon, in front of him.

Bang Bang Bang!

The first three rounds were blocked by the thickened wooden fence around the watchtower, but the second round of bullets that followed accurately entered the three pits of the first round, and after shooting through the defensive fence, they hit the barrel of Peyton's right arm.

Glancing at the three projectiles embedded in the surface of the barrel, Peyton didn't dare to hesitate, kicked open the small door of the watchtower, rolled forward, and let his body fall out of the watchtower and towards the deck below.

With his outstretched legs under his head and feet hooking a square of the ladder, Peyton, who was hanging in mid-air, shot his own cannonball in an upside-down backward position.

Rumble!

Bang bang...... Bang bang bang!

The roar of the cannon chamber and the sound of the gun pulling the trigger were heard almost simultaneously.

The cannonball landed where the woman had stood, and once again scorched the empty ground.

The woman's bullets landed pinpointingly into Peyton's body, and even though Peyton had tried his best to shake his body, two bullets still hit him.

Thump...... Thump!

The figure slammed into the deck like a falling petrel, but Payton smiled like a victor.

Across from him, a hundred meters apart, a woman with two guns fell to the ground, clutching her heart—a bloody hole had been cut there.

"How...... How could it be, I obviously ...... See ......"

Although she vomited blood unstoppably every time she opened her mouth, the woman still asked her own questions with difficulty.

The index finger of his left hand hooked the trigger of the revolver and spun it around, and after the revolver was inserted back into his waist with a silky movement, Peyton, who was lying on the deck, said in an indifferent tone:

"Your sights and hearings are so shallow, and so focused on the shells I fired, that you didn't even notice that you had hit my bullets with me by firing six shots at the point where you might have landed at the same time as you were shooting......

However, I should also say thank you to you, thanks to you, it seems that I am not far from awakening my domineering appearance. ”

and Fan. Peyton, who was from the same school as Oka, had heard from his master about the existence of the domineering See-Smell-See, and although he hadn't been able to cultivate his own See-Smell-See, he knew how to deal with opponents who were not very good at the level of See-Smell-See.

The battlefield of the southern docks of Mocha Town, the winner - Garland. Peyton.

…………

At the same time as Peyton and the Twin Guns confronted each other.

Syllable~

The chains covered in pitch-black armament were whipped against his back, leaving a trail of blood on Orn's back.

It's just that, compared to Orn's huge body of eight meters, this small blood mark obviously can't cause much substantial damage.

Orn didn't even look at the strong man with the chain behind him, but just looked at the middle-aged man of the long-legged clan in front of him with interest:

"Since you're willing to help the swordsman block my attack, let me see how good you are."

As he spoke, the majestic power in Orn's body suddenly burst out, and with only the wrist that was not good at using force, he pressed down the right leg of the long-legged clan, which was covered with armed domineering.

"Tiger Slash!"

At the critical moment when the middle-aged man of the Long-legged Clan was almost unable to hold on, the one-eyed swordsman finally recovered from the tremor of his internal organs, and raised his hand to swing a flying slash with a faint tiger-like phantom.

"Bells and whistles......

After whispering a word of complaint, Orn's right hand holding the hammer did not move, but lightly raised his left fist wrapped in magma, and covered the inside of this blazing magma with a thin layer of armed color domineering.

Clang!

The flying slash and the fist collided together, and there was a piercing sound of gold and iron.

Then, as the hot magma continued to erode, the faintly tiger-shaped flying slash also shrank and shrank little by little, just like Barty's previous attack, until it finally shattered completely.

After smashing the flying slash and crushing the middle-aged man's right leg with his strong strength, Orn grinned:

"Next, it's my turn."

The moment the words fell, I saw him suddenly open his mouth, and the blazing flame breath was spit out in an instant.

The huge fan-shaped breath directly wrapped the bodies of the middle-aged man of the long-legged clan and the one-eyed swordsman, and although the two of them had already seen that the situation was not good, they used the armed color to resist in advance, but they were still grinned by the high temperature of the breath.

The two of them, wrapped in flames, tried to pull away in embarrassment, but how could Orn give them such a chance?

Throwing away the black hammer in his hand and grabbing the longleg of the long-legged clan, Orn flung him directly at the one-eyed swordsman as a weapon.

The one-eyed swordsman hesitated for a moment, but after all, he was too embarrassed to rush at his companion who had fallen into danger in order to save him, and only raised his arms to try to block the attack.

But he never thought that the moment the two collided with each other, they would trigger the fragile effect caused by the bellows flame.

The magic damage based on their maximum health caused the two of them to vomit a large mouthful of blood before they knew what was happening.

Orn himself seized the moment to punch the two with a fist wrapped in lava.

After taking out the one-eyed swordsman and the middle-aged man of the Longlegs, Orn turned his head to the last man.

The strong man holding the chains saw the tragic death of his two companions, and his heart was already bursting with the idea of retreating.

But he was clearly not the type to be good at speed, and he only ran two steps before Orn shaved over.

A simple blow to trigger the Steel of the Heart Mark, followed by a fist covered in magma, ended the man's life with a simple blow......

Withdrawing his hand from the man's chest, Orn turned his head to look at Barty, who seemed to feel something.

Next, it's your turn!