One Piece: Tyrant Bear

The weakness of the attack is Crocodile's weakness.

There are many moves, but they are useless. Whitebeard's powerful attacks have turned into invisible one by one.

After fighting to this point, he knew that relying on him alone would not be able to defeat this person, even if he let him fall into his own attack several times, it would be useless.

Step back, step back, and distance yourself.

"Erosion of reincarnation."

Quicksand reappeared, restricting his actions, keeping himself safe, and started the next move.

"Desert sunflowers."

The yellow sand all over the sky began to condense and bury, all in an instant.

Fall, bury.

A knife pierces the sky, cuts through the sunflower, and cuts it in two.

After the blade, Whitebeard rushed over, and bombarded Crocodile's face with his fist.

"boom."

A punch straight to the door, without any obstruction, Whitebeard's fist was covered with a layer of white power, it shattered into the air and hit the ground.

Crocodile's head sank into the mud, his body rose slightly and shook.

Trembling violently, every time he trembled, a mouthful of blood would be spewed out, rushing into the sky and falling down.

White Beard let go of his hand, held his treasured knife, and was about to strike again, the blade cut it, and Xiong, who was watching the battle, frowned and started to strike.

Teleport, raise your hand, palm facing his blade.

The other hand picked up Crocodile, who was still in a coma, and left quickly. The blade fell to the ground, opening a crack the size of a human head, and spreading to the bear's feet.

"Boom."

Putting down Crocodile's body and falling to the ground, Crocodile appeared clear, and slowly opened his eyes, which were blood red.

He raised his hand to wipe, the blood, the scarlet blood, was all his.

Sitting up, he felt a heart-piercing pain coming from his head, and after receiving a punch from White Beard, his head almost exploded.

"Cough cough."

The blood swarmed out and couldn't be stopped. He gave Xiong a grateful look and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

His eyes swept across the ground. It turned out that where he fell, a knife was pointed there, and his body trembled. If it wasn't for him, he might be...

"Can you still move?"

"It's okay." Crocodile stood up, even though he was trembling and shaking, he still stood up.

There was blood all over his face, and it was all his own.

Looking at Whitebeard again, he only moved his muscles and bones, but he was not injured. His strength is enough to glimpse.

"He's strong, be careful."

"I know." Standing on the sidelines and observing, he could see a lot. Whitebeard hadn't done anything serious. He had already reached this level of strength. He used his hands and feet casually to beat Crocodile like this.

"Better be careful, this man is ridiculously strong."

It's no longer interesting to continue pretending.

Crocodile was so convinced for the first time that he was beaten too weak to fight back.

Humiliation, it's okay if no one sees it, it's a shame to be under the eyes of everyone.

After thinking about it, he is the strongest man with white beard, and I felt a little relieved.

"Look, I'm going to make a move."

Crocodile stepped aside, it was his turn.

Tough, the tougher he is, the happier the bear is.

Fighting the strong has always been his goal, and fighting Whitebeard is his most important goal.

Defeat him, defeat him, there is a voice in his heart that keeps urging him to defeat the man in front of him.

"You are strong."

"You are much more humble than this brat." Whitebeard pointed at Crocodile and laughed loudly: "You guys go up together, it's not interesting to go up one by one."

"I don't have so much time to play with you."

With a long knife, he is majestic.

The sharp saber energy tore apart the surrounding trees, yellow sand, and stones.

The bear stood still, his body ready to strike at any moment.

Both of them were waiting, waiting for the other to make a move.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

The wind blew across their faces, shaking their hair and spilling one strand of it.