One Piece: Divine Bird Phoenix

"Letdy go!"

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the shining light beside him, and the sound of death flowed into his ears. Mien, who was stiff all over, used all his strength to push his companion into the sea before the light came.

The cold seawater entered his mouth and nose, but this had no effect on the fish-man who already lived in the sea. He stirred the seawater with his uncoordinated hands and feet, and Leidy adjusted his body and swam to the surface.

"Murloc Karate·Karate Sowa Shoken!"

As one of the few complete martial arts traditions in the world, Fishman Karate is even as famous as the Sixth Form of the Navy.

Among the large navy, there are also some who have tried to practice this boxing technique that is unique to fishmen, and the results are naturally ineffective.

It has nothing to do with pure power. Murloc Karate pays more attention to the user's control over water vapor. The more water vapor that can be controlled, the more powerful the move will be.

The most important thing is that compared to the Sixth Form of the Marines, which requires strong physical fitness as a basis for practice, as long as you can run and jump, you can learn Yuman Karate. Therefore, if you just catch a fishman from the fishman island, you will be able to perform a few tricks in nine out of ten cases.

As thick water vapor gathered, Mi En quickly turned around and hit the man's kicking foot hard with a backhand punch.

Mayflies shake the trees.

"biu~"

As expected, a blue figure shot backwards towards the cabin, causing the entire ship to shake violently. With the ear-piercing roar, Mien smashed into the thick walls and floors, and his strong body sunk inward, softly embedded in the bottom of the ship.

Even though the murlocs are 10 times stronger than humans in physical fitness, at this moment, Mien felt like his body was like a piece of broken porcelain.

"How scary! Can't you die like this? The fish-man's physique is really enviable."

He was speaking nonsensical words, but the movements of his hands did not stop. He glanced coldly at the Celestial Dragon who had only bones in his lower body on the deck, and fired out several lasers as thick as his fingers.

"It's so scary! It seems like wages will be deducted again this time."

With golden light filling his eyes and his bones shattered into pieces, Mien gave up the struggle and closed his eyes, lying on his back at the bottom of the cabin, waiting for death to come.

"Ala la la, Uncle Kizaru, can you let him go?"

An imitated the tone of Senior Brother Kuzan's words and shot out several flame rays from his fingertips to intercept the opponent's attack. An joked in a lazy voice.

The two attacks collided together, and brilliant fireworks bloomed out of the light and flames. Putting aside the mess all around, it would not be an exaggeration to say that there was a banquet here.

The shoulders covered with the great cloak of justice sank, and he lowered his head to look at a place not far away. He glanced at An with his eyes under his sunglasses. Kizaru joked in a nonchalant voice: "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for two years, your personality would actually change. So bad."

"Hey, I believe Senior Brother Kuzan won't blame me."

Pointing at the miserable Celestial Dragon on the ground, Kizaru still said in an exaggerated tone: "That's not what I'm referring to."

Spreading his hands feebly to both sides, An shrugged and explained helplessly: "He is looking for death. You can't blame me for that."

Knowing the nature of the Tianlong people, Kizaru did not intend to continue discussing this matter. He took out a nail clipper from his pocket and trimmed his fingers with a sad expression.

Among the three admirals of the navy, the one in front of him is the most difficult to figure out. Not only An, but also the Warring States and Five Old Stars can't figure it out.

Not understanding what the other party was thinking, An simply ignored it and walked quickly to Mien who was stuck at the bottom of the cabin.

In a flash of green light, the injuries in the latter's body healed quickly, and it didn't take long for him to be able to move freely.

"Thank you, Miss An."

Being rescued by the same person twice in a row, even a fishman who hates humans cannot forget this kindness.

"Let's go! And don't be prejudiced against humans. The Celestial Dragons are always only a minority."

Hearing An's reminder, Mi En took a step forward, and his light blue fish face turned blood red with anger and hatred. After a moment of silence, the latter didn't make any excuses. He just increased his speed and dived into the sea.

As a good friend of Tiger in the past, it was with this idea in mind that Mi En went out to sea alone. During his journey around the world, he also met many innocent and kind-hearted human beings.

The reality is that their lives are not much better than those of the murlocs, and they can treat their compatriots like this, so other races like them will naturally end up worse.

These five years have not been without gains. At least he has figured out one thing. Peace is based on your strength. "A lion will not dance with a lamb."

"Brother Mi En, what's wrong with you!"

"I'm fine. Let's go, Lady. It's time to return to Fishman Street."

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The sun sets, the moon rises, and the stars shine.

The weather on the Grand Line was unpredictable. It was sunny two days ago, but it turned into heavy snow two days later.

On the deck of the ship, which was decorated with heavy snow, a small steaming pot was set up, and the delicious soup that was boiling emitted an alluring aroma and warm white smoke.

He picked up a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wings with his chopsticks and put it into the pot, staring resentfully at the middle-aged man opposite who was holding a tea cup.

Put the cooked meat slices into a bowl with simple sauce, put the meat stained with oil and the Windmill Kingdom's special sauce into your mouth, and An started chewing it.

"Uncle Kizaru, it's been two days, when will you let me go!" The girl slammed the bowl and chopsticks made of ice cubes on the ice table, and shouted loudly.

For two whole days, every time I was about to leave, I was intercepted by the other party. Although I could jump into the sea to escape, An wanted to see what the other party wanted to do.

"How terrible! Has it been two days?"

The wretched face showed that he was not satisfied yet. In the past two days, Kizaru could be said to have lived a fairy-like life. There was no work, no leader, no annoying Celestial Dragons, and he could slack off as much as he wanted.

Noticing the other party's expression, a bad thought rose from his heart, "You are not using me to slack off!"

Seeing that someone had exposed his slacking off plan, Kizaru didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up slowly.

Bulu~ Bulu~

The phone rang with a crisp sound. It was Sengoku who called. As Kizaru had not returned for two days, the World Government had made several inquiries in a row, naturally asking about the life and death of the Celestial Dragons.

Skillfully lifting the wiretap Den Den Mushi wearing his left hand, Kizaru had a serious conversation.

"Moshimoshi, Sengoku-san!"

After a while, he realized that no sound was coming out, and Kizaru cast a puzzled look at the girl not far away.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and An suspected that he was deliberately not answering the phone, otherwise how could someone not be able to distinguish the types of Den Den Mushi after so many years.

He walked forward unhappily and grabbed the other's right hand, "Remember this, uncle, this is the Den Den Mushi used for communication."

"There should be a limit to slacking off!!"

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