South side of the dock, near the Gospel.

Swish, swish, swish~

Boom, boom, boom!

The whistling sound of shells tearing through the air continued to sound, and then they fell on the ground, setting off waves of terrifying explosions.

But amidst the continuous explosions, a slender figure holding two guns was moving quickly in the swirling smoke and dust.

This was a woman with red hair, about thirty years old, with a slender figure, but the garlic-like nose on her face and the huge scar that almost ran through her entire face destroyed all her beauty.

The woman was very fast, and the impact of the shell explosion could not even stop her for a second.

In just a few breaths, she was only about a hundred meters away from the Gospel.

Almost at the moment of stepping into the hundred-meter range, the woman rolled to the side, and then knelt on one knee after getting up and pulled the trigger of the two guns in succession.

Bang, bang, bang...

The muzzles of the two guns in the woman's hands spewed flames, and six bullets shot towards the not-so-big observation tower of the Gospel.

If someone could look down at the six bullets flying in the air at this time, 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 Payton on the observation tower failed to make any evasive moves, these six bullets would hit his heart, lungs and eyebrows successively!

However, would Payton stand there stupidly and let the bullets hit him? The answer to this question is obviously no.

Almost at the moment he noticed that the woman opposite him rolled over and raised her two guns, he lay down and retracted his entire body into the observation tower, and then turned his body sideways and blocked his right arm, which had been transformed into a cannon, in front of him.

Ding, ding, ding!

The first round of three bullets was blocked by the thickened wooden fence outside the watchtower, but the second round of bullets that followed accurately hit the three pits shot by the first round of three bullets, and after penetrating the defensive fence, hit the barrel of the gun on Payton's right arm.

Glancing at the three bullets embedded in the surface of the gun barrel, Payton did not dare to hesitate. He kicked open the small door of the watchtower, rolled forward, and let his body fall out of the watchtower and fall rapidly towards the deck below.

With his legs stretched out and hooked on a ladder, Payton, hanging in the air, fired his shells in an inverted backward posture.

Boom!

Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang!

The roar of the shells being fired and the sound of the gun being pulled the trigger sounded almost at the same time.

The shells fell on the place where the woman had stood before, and once again blasted the empty ground into a scorch.

The woman's bullets hit Payton's body accurately. Although Payton tried his best to shake his body, two bullets still hit him.

Plop... Plop!

His body fell on the deck like a falling petrel, but Payton showed a smile that belonged to a winner.

Opposite him, on the road a hundred meters away, the woman holding two guns fell to the ground with her hands on her chest - there was a bloody hole there.

"How... How could it be, I clearly... saw it..."

Although she couldn't stop vomiting blood every time she opened her mouth, the woman still asked her question with difficulty.

With his left index finger hooking the trigger of the revolver and rotating it, Peyton, who was lying on the deck, spoke indifferently:

"Your observation Haki is too shallow, and your attention is all focused on the shells I fired, so you didn't notice that I fired six shots at the point where you might arrive at the same time as you fired. It was you who hit my bullets...

However, I should also say thank you to you. Thanks to you, I don't seem to be far from awakening my own observation Haki."

Peyton, who was from the same school as Van Oka, had heard about the existence of observation Haki from his master. Although he had not yet cultivated his own observation Haki, he knew how to deal with opponents whose observation Haki level was not very high.

The winner of the battlefield at the southern dock of Mocha Town was Garland Peyton.

…………

At the same time when Peyton and the double-gun girl confronted each other.

Snap~

The chain covered with dark Armament Haki hit his back, leaving a blood mark on Orn's back.

However, compared with Orn's eight-meter-tall body, this small blood mark obviously did not cause much substantial damage.

Orn did not even look at the strong man behind him who used the chain, but just looked at the middle-aged man of the long-legged tribe with interest and said:

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

While speaking, the tremendous power in Orn's body suddenly burst out, and he only used his wrist, which was not easy to exert force, to press down the right leg of the long-legged tribe covered with Armament Haki.

"Tiger Clan Slash!"

At the critical moment when the middle-aged man of the long-legged tribe was almost unable to hold on, the one-eyed swordsman finally recovered from the tremor of his internal organs, raised his hand and swung out a flying slash with a faint tiger-shaped shadow.

"Fancy..."

After muttering a few words, Ornn kept his right hand holding the hammer still, and simply raised his left fist wrapped in magma, and covered the inside of the fiery magma with a thin layer of Armament Haki.

Clang!

The flying slash and the fist collided with each other, and a sharp sound of metal clashing was emitted.

Following this, as the high-temperature magma continued to erode, the tiger-shaped flying slash also gradually shrank like Batty's previous attack, until it was completely shattered.

After smashing the flying slash and pressing down the right leg of the middle-aged man of the long-legged tribe with his tyrannical strength, Orn grinned and said:

"Next, it's my turn."

The moment the voice fell, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a blazing flame.

The huge fan-shaped breath directly wrapped the bodies of the middle-aged man of the long-legged tribe and the one-eyed swordsman. Although the two had seen the bad situation and used armed color to resist in advance, they were still burned by the high temperature of the breath.

The two people wrapped in flames tried to get away in a panic, but how could Orn give them such a chance?

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

The one-eyed swordsman hesitated for a moment and finally didn't dare to draw his sword at his companion who had fallen into danger to save him. He just raised his arm to try to block the attack.

However, he never thought that the moment the two of them collided, they triggered the fragile effect caused by the bellows flame.

Based on the magic damage of the maximum health value, the two of them vomited a large mouthful of blood without knowing what happened.

And Ornn himself seized this moment and punched the two people with his fist wrapped in magma.

After dealing with the one-eyed swordsman and the middle-aged man of the long-legged tribe, Ornn turned his head and set his eyes on the last person.

The strong man holding the chain saw the tragic death of his two companions, and he had already begun to retreat.

But he was obviously not the type who was good at speed. He ran only two steps before Ornn caught up with him with a razor.

Just a simple hammer to trigger the Heart Steel Mark, followed by a fist covered in magma, and the man's life was ended neatly...

Pulling his hand out of the man's chest, Ornn turned his head and looked at Batty, who seemed to have sensed something.

Next, it's your turn!

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