I Have No Interest In Devil Fruit

  Chapter 582 Violent art is also art

  How powerful is this old man Rao.G, as a family member, Buffalo and baby5 have seen it many times with their own eyes.

  The tenacity of his body and the great skill of his fists and feet, even in a family full of masters, he is also a top-level figure, otherwise, how could he be the instructor of the family's internal physical skills?

  It is also commonplace for Rao G to resist the cannon fired by the navy with his bare hands. When carrying out the task assigned by the young master, he has not never attacked an island alone...

So when they saw Rao G burst out of a powerful posture that had never been seen before, and rushed forward to that Chobana Choruno, both Buffalo and baby5 were confident and were ready to wait for a moment to jump out to pull. O.G's victory clap your hands to celebrate!

  But who knows, Rao G rushed over vigorously, but was hit by a stick from the opponent, so black and red lightning shot, like a burst of life!

  The loud muffled noise, even if they were hiding here, they could clearly hear it, and they shivered with fright on the spot.

  Rao.G splashed with blood all over his body and flew far away, and fell on the ground without a trace of movement. I don’t know if he was just killed by Qiao Luno’s stick...

  Buffalo and baby5 almost lost their ability to think, they both were dumbfounded and their noses dropped.

  They quietly took back the half of their stepped foot...

   "Is this an illusion?" Buffalo murmured, "How can there be such a strong monster... That is Rao G who has liberated his full strength!"

When he turned his head, he actually saw baby5 turning his upper body into a huge barrel, aiming at Chobana Giorno over there, his face paled with fright, and he hurriedly stood in front of the muzzle of the "Cannon Girl". He lowered his voice and stopped: "What are you doing?!"

A question mark appeared on the barrel of   baby5.

"Are you crazy? Your artillery can't kill him!" Buffalo said in a cold sweat, "Have you not seen Mr. Guradius’s explosion before he can’t help it? In the end, even Gula Mr. Dius was killed by him cleanly...what's the point of attacking him? It will only kill us!"

   "..." The barrel of the upper body slowly returned to its original shape. Baby5 rubbed his face and said depressed, "Then what do you think?"

   Buffalo whispered, "Of course I’m leaving now!"

   "Huh?" baby5 said shyly, "Are you going to take me to the end of the world with me?"

"At this time, you don't want to play tricks!" Buffalo died anxiously, "I mean, the phone worm is no longer available. We must quickly slip away now and inform the young master of the matter here!-coming soon Come on my back!"

  He opened his arms and urged again and again, the little girl baby5 hurriedly climbed to the back of his neck and grasped it firmly.

  Duh Duh Duh...

  Buffalo’s head spins like a propeller, and while the speed is getting faster and faster, he takes a few steps and jumps vigorously under his feet, and then he carries the baby5 and flies into the snowy sky...

  ...

  ...

  Robin glanced at the flying away figure not far behind her. She checked the direction they were leaving, as if they were heading to the building complex on top of the high **** in the middle of the birdcage.

  Doflamingo is there...

  She retracted her gaze and looked at Lynch, who was flying the old muscular man with a stick.

   "It's pretty good!"

Lynch took the gold iron rod and walked towards Rao G, who was swept away by a rod, and was about to make up another rod for him to complete the account. Suddenly, he had a meal and looked at the artistic girl Joe on the other side. pull.

   "Idiot! A real artist is not so easy to defeat by you!"

Qiao La's head was bloody, she looked like a madman, and her whole body was engulfed in a cloud of colorful blurred air. At the same time as she roared, these colorful clouds wrapped around her gathered on her hands and patted Lynch. past.

   "Destructive art!!!"

  The colorful cloud waves erupted from her palm directly at Lynch like a shining aurora.

   "Surrender under my art!"

   Jora’s frantic call even contained a soprano voice, and the blurring halo from her palm actually had a psychedelic effect.

  The aurora-like colorful stream flooded Lynch in one mind, but the momentum of flying by unabated, turned a small bend, and also wrapped Robin...

  Robin was a little surprised, but strangely, he didn't feel the attack caused him any harm.

   is the colorful halo surrounding the surroundings, which obstructs the view...

  As the light pollution gradually dissipated, Robin first saw Lynch in front of him, and was immediately shocked.

Too beautiful……

  ...

  ...

  The humanoid plane Buffalo carried the baby5 straight to the building complex on the high slope. From a distance, I saw Pika, Diamanti, and Mahabasi who had scoured a lot of treasure chests and piled up on the open space outside, chatting.

   "Huh?" Diamanti was tall and looked up and saw the two flying in the sky, "They're back? Have you found Corazon and Luo?"

  Pika and Mahabais also looked up, but saw Buffalo crying in tears in the sky: "Something happened!!"

   "Did Buffalo spend too much time with baby5," Mahabasi raised his head and said with a smile, "has he also become like making fuss?"

  Something big? What can happen?

  At best, the Navy got it, so what's the big deal?

  Pika looked calm, and saw Dover and Torrepol come out, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Dover, I have a bad feeling."

  Doflamingo expressionless, walked towards Buffalo, who was descending at a very fast speed, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

Buffalo gasped, not knowing whether he was tired or scared before, baby5 stood on his neck, looked up at Doflamingo tearfully, and cried, "Mr. Guradiius, Rao. Mr. G, Mr. Seneol, Miss Jola...they, they...are all killed!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"What did you say?!"

  As soon as the little girl's words came out, Pika, Diamanti, and Mahabais were all shocked.

  No one thought that Buffalo and baby5 would bring back such a news!

Torrepol, who came out with Doflamingo, exclaimed, "How is this possible!? Who has the courage to kill our Don Quixote family?! Who has such great ability? Can kill the cadres of our Don Quixote family?!"

  Everyone looked at Doflamingo, the mainstay.

  "Dover..."

  The invisible horror radiated from him, and he said blankly:

  "Lead the way, Buffalo, baby5.

  "Don’t let people think that if you hurt our Don Quijote family’s ‘family’, you can leave ‘complete’..."

  Snowflakes are flying, and it seems to be stagnant suddenly, and there is a bit of creepy and murderous air in the cold wind that passes by.

  ...

  ...

   "Thinking that it is a pirate from the new world, can you underestimate our Don Quixote family?

   "Woohoooohoooo~~Too naive! Two idiots!!"

From the corner of her bruised eyes, Jora caught a glimpse of Guradius’s body, as well as Senor and Rao G, who were dead. The corners of her eyes twitched fiercely, but she still raised her orchid fingers and said loudly. Laugh, dare to attack their Don Quixote family, you have to humiliate these two guys who don't know what is good or bad.

  In front of her, after the colorful aurora-like "artistic atmosphere" dissipated, Lynch in front and Robin in the back, their bodies became like abstract oil painting styles...

   Distorted lines, strange shapes...

   Lynch looked at his quirky fist and shook it. It was so soft and speechless.

  Robin looked at his new look, and he was shocked. He looked at Lynch, who was also distorted like abstract art, and his cheeks blushed slightly.

  『Is your aesthetic too unique? 』

Next to   , the stand-in Zhanjia silently murmured.

  It stands with its arms folded.

  After all, I am a stand-in. Jora’s “destructive art” has no effect on me, which is reasonable.

   Lynch said: "I have a question."

   "Wow, do you want to say a last word?" Qiao La sneered.

   Lynch shook his soft hands and asked, “It’s only your art that is so abstract, isn’t it? Since it is the fruit of art, there shouldn’t be only such a genre.”

   "It makes sense..." Robin nodded behind her head, with a look of regret, putting it on her abstract face, which looked strange.

   "How does it make sense?!" Qiao La cried out intolerably.

She cleaned up her emotions and sneered, "Give it up, since it has been assimilated by my art, Qiao Luno, no matter how strong you are like a monster, it is useless. Your body can't exert any strength right now? "

   Lynch looked down and agreed: “Yes, it seems that the body is no longer his own, so I can’t use my strength... Am I becoming a part of art?”

   "Woohoooohoooo...This is the charm of art! How can art be tainted by violence?!"

  She yelled and ran over, "Qiao Lunuo, Xu Lun, you have lost! Now...it's time for you to pay!" Raised her leg and kicked at the abstract style of Lynch.

   Lynch's abstractionist's face can't see emotions, and he just muttered to himself: "Paper painting·Martial body..."

boom! !

  Qiao La’s leg twitched to the side of Lynch’s arm, but she yelled "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

   "...Iron block."

After Lin Qi’s words were finished, his abstract style body was distorted, forcibly straightening the lines that make up the body, straightening and becoming sharp and angular, suddenly transformed from the original oil-painted material into a colored metal sculpture. .

"This, how is this possible..." Qiao La's legs were red and swollen, and the half-rickle body, raised her head and looked at Qiao Luno, who had changed styles in disbelief, "My art...my art is invincible...why... …"

   "'How can art be contaminated by violence'?"

   Lynch squeezed a metal colored fist, punched it down with a "boom", smashing Qiaora to the ground, "Bang!!", smashing a crack, splashing blood.

   "Who said... violent aesthetics is not art?"

  　3000 words. I've been a little tired recently, but it's still not enough...

  　　 There is at least one more...

  　　 There are five thousand votes, although there is only one day left, what if you can get six thousand votes?

  (End of this chapter)