I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 148 147. Strength Rating: B+!

"Now, Moses, do you want to get into my boat?"

Shanks looked at Messer seriously and asked:

"We have a connection. You're so talented, but staying in the East China Sea probably won't allow you to grow as well as you can. Would you like to stay on my ship for a while? If you want to leave, you can always get off."

how about it? "

Mercer saw the seriousness in his eyes and laughed. Shanks was delighted to see this, but Mercer said:
"I appreciate your kindness, but forget it. I'm very satisfied with my current life."

Messer chuckled and refused.

Shanks sighed helplessly and shrugged, "Just as I expected, I guessed you wouldn't agree to go with me."

"If I really go with you, do you believe that my grandfather will be able to chase you from the East China Sea to the New World?"

Messer grinned.

Shanks' face turned awkward, and he looked at Messer helplessly: "Do you know that your father and Mr. Garp are of the same generation? Your father treats him as a partner, but he actually asked you to call him grandpa. He really has a bad taste."

Messer chuckled and turned his head to look at him: "Why don't you pretend anymore? I heard Ace say that you were beating around the bush to get him to talk. Why don't you continue pretending in front of me now?"

Shanks rolled his eyes and said helplessly:

"You two brothers have such a good relationship. Why does he tell you everything?"

Messer turned around and looked at Ace who was constantly fighting and being abused by Yamato in the valley not far away, and smiled:

"Who knows, maybe this is my younger brother."

"Brother?" Shanks noticed the blind spot and asked in confusion, "Didn't Ace say you were his brother? You just grew up fast. Could he be lying?"

Hearing this, the corners of Messer's mouth curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly, then shouted at Yamato who had kicked Ace away below:

"Yamato, are you hungry? Why don't you have any strength to fight? Did I just drain your energy?"

Hearing Meser's voice, Yamato looked towards Meser, tilted his head, and shouted:

"Are you kidding me? How is that possible? I'm full of energy."

"Then give me some strength. Ace is still full of energy. If he can stand up in a while, I will make sure you can't get up.

It's up to you. "

The corners of Messer's mouth curled up into a creepy arc, and his big white teeth seemed to be flashing with cold light.

Yamato curled his lips, rolled his eyes at Messer, looked at Ace who got up from the ground, and said speechlessly:
"Did you offend Moses again?"

Ace looked back at Messer blankly, and then his eye twitched. He saw the red-haired man, and the two of them were talking and laughing. The truth was revealed.

The next moment, Ace turned around and a punch hit him in the face, bang!
Ace flew backwards.

After landing, he rolled over and stood up, looking vigilantly at Yamato who was rushing towards him. The next second, he kicked his feet hard, rushed up and fought with Yamato again.

Messer watched Ace being beaten with a smile on his face, a look of satisfaction on his face. Shanks looked at this scene, his mouth twitched, and Ace turned into a pig's head in the blink of an eye.

He looked at Messer with empty eyes, "You are really nice to him?"

"Thank you so much. I can't kill you anyway. As long as I don't die, I can take a few more beatings."

Mercer smiled and said, "As a boy, you're not afraid of a beating.

Not a girl."

"Then I didn't see you holding back when I saw you beating up that horned girl named Yamato just now?"

Shanks said speechlessly.

"Da is different from her. She is not an ordinary girl. She is a strong person. Since she is a strong person, I must give her all. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to her efforts."

Hearing what Messer said, Shanks curled his lips again:
"Do you think I'm blind? Can't I see that you're much stronger than her? If you get serious, she won't last more than three minutes in your hands. Did you really use all your strength?"

Messer was speechless. Why was he being so serious? It wasn't a life-and-death fight. The purpose was to make Yamato stronger, not to beat her. He rolled his eyes secretly.

"Huh? You figured that out! You're so smart."

Messer looked at him in feigned surprise, and Shanks asked helplessly:
"Who did you learn this weird thing from? Why do you deserve a beating?"

"Heh, there are so many people who want to beat me up, the line stretches from the East China Sea to the Grand Line. You want to beat me up? Then you can just wait in line at the back."

Messer spoke bluntly to him, and Shanks shook his head helplessly. However, at this moment, he looked at the mace in Messer's hand in surprise:
"The weapon in your hand is quite interesting. It's actually of the quality of a large sharp sword?"

"Tsk tsk, when did weapons of this quality suddenly appear in such large numbers? Including your short sword, I've already seen two in such a short time."

Moses touched the word "Frost" on the handle of the staff and laughed.
"Who knows, maybe it's just good feng shui here."

Shanks rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "This has nothing to do with Feng Shui. You should know that my current weapon is just a sharp sword.

I'm thinking of finding a famous swordsmith to reforge it later. Do you know how rare a large sword weapon is?"

"You know, all the powerful sea warriors who use weapons are proud to have a big sharp sword."

"What about the Supreme Blade?"

Messer asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Shanks blinked, and a figure covered in sharp edges appeared in his mind unconsciously.

"Those kinds of weapons are hard to find. Generally speaking, they're hard to come by. The mainstream weapons on the sea are still the sharp swords, good sharp swords, and large sharp swords."

"Oh, then you are really pathetic. You don't even have a good weapon. How pitiful. Tsk tsk."

Messer chuckled and complained.

Shanks' mouth twitched, and he looked at Messer unkindly:

"You're showing off to me, do you believe I'll beat you up?"

"Is there such a good thing?" Mercer blinked and looked at him, "How about we have a go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stupid, it's just a sparring match. I want to test your purity. I want to test my level against someone stronger."

Shanks raised his eyebrows and an amused smile appeared on his lips. As a great swordsman, how could he not enjoy fighting?

"The sword has no eyes. If you are not careful, you will die."

"Don't worry, I can't do anything else, but I'm tough. I can take a beating."

Shanks smiled brightly.

"Now?"

"can."

Mercer said, "Then let's go somewhere else and not disturb them. We can go back to dinner after the fight."

Messer threw his mace "Frost" towards Sabo.

It scared Sabo.

Then he stood up, jumped off the big rock, and said to Shanks, "Come with me."

Shanks smiled, jumped off the rock and followed Messer. The two of them disappeared into the forest, one in front and the other behind.

Mercer did not do anything like running faster to make him catch up, but instead led the way forward at a moderate pace.

Wandering through the woods.

A moment later, the two came to a spacious open space. The open space was surrounded by cliffs more than ten meters high on three sides. Messer brought Shanks out from the only entrance here.

The ground is quite flat and it's a good place to fight.

Mercer pulled out the Hanlu from his waist with his right hand, raised his eyebrows at him, and said, "Hanlu, a high-quality and sharp sword."

Shanks was ten meters away from Messer. Upon hearing this, his face darkened and he drew his sword from his waist with his left hand.

"Griffin."

Messer chuckled.

He ran his left hand over the sword and looked at Shanks.

"Identification"

Strength rating: B+
Although his strength was only shown to be B+, the sense of danger he gave to Messer was very strong.

After such a long time, Messier had long discovered that the strength evaluation identified by the light curtain was only based on the strength of one's basic physical attributes, rather than on the quality of one's own abilities.

As for Shanks, Messer discovered that his swordsmanship, armament Haki, and observation Haki were all A-level. Although his Conqueror Haki was only B+, there was no doubt that Shanks had real combat power that was not inferior to A-level.

Just like Messier himself, although his strength rating is C+, his combat power is enough to fight against B-level strongmen without being at a disadvantage.

Here.

In other words, Shanks undoubtedly has the ability to fight against admiral-level strongmen.

There was a hint of heat in his eyes, but they became calm in an instant, and his breathing rose and fell, and he was in a state of harmony with nature.

Moses looked at him calmly and intently.

Shanks' eyes flickered.

I thought to myself: This kid always feels a little weird.

next second.

Messer suddenly appeared in front of Shanks, and the cold dew in his hand drew an arc of light without causing any sound of wind, as if he appeared in an instant.

When Shanks saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank. He turned his wrist and the long sword in his hand made a sound of wind. In the blink of an eye, the two weapons collided.

Clang!
There was a sharp sound of metal collision, and a surge of force burst out between the two people.

Cracks appeared under the feet of the two men.

The next moment, Moses tapped the ground with his feet and stepped back.

Still without a sound.

Shanks sensed Messer's presence with wide eyes:
"Isn't your control over power too abnormal? Have you been practicing since you were in your mother's womb?" Messer pursed his lips and his figure flashed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Shanks again. His figure surrounded Shanks, and a series of powerful and cold rays suddenly appeared, as fast as lightning.

Shanks brandished his sword, using his observation Haki to predict and perceive, his eyes shining with a deep red light. He moved swiftly in a small space, and flashes of steel danced around him.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
Click, click, click! ! !

The surging force poured into the ground from the moving soles of the two people, and the ground shattered in an instant.

Ding! An explosion sounded.

As soon as Moses retreated,
A blinding streak of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Messer swung his sword to block, and suddenly, Shanks's sword sent him flying.

In mid-air, with the coordination of his sight and spiritual vision, and with his unique perception, Messer suddenly stomped his feet on the air, and his figure suddenly rose one meter high.

At this moment, a dark blue flying slash suddenly flew past Messer's feet.

In the blink of an eye, it slid into the distant cliff face. Rumbling! A cut several meters deep appeared.

The gravel rolled down.

Messer landed steadily from mid-air, his palms a little numb because the force of that blow just now was quite strong.

As his breathing rises and falls, his domineering aura flows through his body like water waves, endlessly.

Shanks raised his lips slightly. After this fight, he already knew the boy's specific strength. He was not as strong as himself, but he was not easy to defeat either.

As slippery as a loach.

The future foresight used by Jianbunshoku just now was not able to defeat him. This kid's nerve reaction ability is abnormally strong.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

This is an opponent worthy of my full effort.

"You were the one attacking just now, now it's my turn."

The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and Shanks suddenly appeared in front of Messer, with the tip of a knife instantly stabbing towards him.

Messer turned his body to avoid the thrust, and the cold dew in his hand suddenly appeared like a stream of water, shrouded in dark blue light, and he swung the sword to cut.

Shanks turned his wrist and changed the angle of his long sword as he rushed forward to fight.

Keng!
The two men's weapons bounced away.

next second.

The two figures turned into afterimages, and in an instant they kept rushing towards each other.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The harsh sound of metal clashing continued to rise and fall.

Messer's figure was like an undulating wave, and the waves enveloped Shanks.

"cut!"

Shanks roared, and then a terrifying crescent-shaped slash appeared in front of Mercer in an instant as he swung his sword.

The domineering aura on Hanlu instantly hardened, wrapped in a dark color. The blade of the Messer blade was raised horizontally, and a boom! An explosion sounded.

Meser's figure was chopped and sent flying again.

At this moment, Mercer, who was in mid-air, swung his sword at Shanks who was rushing towards him at high speed. The dark blue water flow on the sword turned into a sharp blade of water, and in the blink of an eye it cut in front of Shanks.

As his arms swelled, he swung the long sword violently, and Messer's water blade was instantly bounced away.

Rumble!
A deep cut appeared again on the cliff not far away.

Shanks' body froze for a moment.

Moses seized the opportunity and fell to the ground.

His feet burst out with domineering power, his body was as fast as the wind and as fierce as fire. In the blink of an eye, he created a water wave and slashed towards Shanks with cold dew.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
He swung his sword with great force, and each blow would deflect Messer's cold dew. As Shanks flashed, the two men's weapons collided fiercely.

As Moses' breathing rose and fell, his figure changed, and the sword in his hand also changed, sometimes like water waves, sometimes like a breeze, sometimes like a raging fire, or as heavy as a mountain.

Ever-changing.

Not giving Shanks any time to adapt.

Messer sensed Shanks's sword-wielding skills.

Constantly compare your skills to your own.

He was also constantly familiarizing himself with Shanks's sword-wielding style.

The battle between the two men reached a stalemate.

Time is passing.

The rumbling sounds came one after another.

The surrounding rocky environment was destroyed by one blow after another.

Messer's eyes were fixed intently on Shanks and his inky black sword. The two of them displayed their skills tirelessly and without reservation.

Show it to the other person.

Messer learned weapon skills from Shanks, and Shanks also learned all kinds of incredible abilities from Messer.

Although Shanks was a little confused, as a great swordsman he could still see some clues.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark and the fierce battle came to an end.

Shanks once again unleashed his Armament Haki, and the pitch-black crescent-shaped slash pushed Messer back.

Messer's arms were trembling and a little sore. As his breathing rose and fell, the little domineering energy left in his body fluctuated in frequency, like water flowing through his arms, relieving the discomfort.

Seeing Shanks across from him sheathing his sword, Messer shook off the water droplets on the sword and sheathed it as well.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Shanks scratched his head and laughed at Messer:

"That's all for today. I'm hungry. Let's stop fighting and go back to eat."

He looked at the cliff not far away and shouted:
"Beckman, bring Uta over here. We are going back."

After saying that, Shanks looked at Messer and said, "I had a very satisfying fight today. I'm going to stay here for a while. Can we spar often?"

Moses nodded and laughed:

"Okay, then you can call your powerful friends along, and I'll call Yamato and the others, and we'll spar together."

"I've noticed that you and that Beckman are the only ones on your ship who are any good. The others can't beat me. You can't let them slack off."

Shanks laughed, then nodded in agreement, "Just as I thought, I was just about to tell you.

Those lazy guys, this time in the East China Sea is a good opportunity to give them a good workout."

Moses narrowed his eyes slightly and said cheerfully:
"I'll help you teach them a lesson then."

Shanks grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Then let's make a deal. We can bleed and cry, but no maiming or death. I'll also help you beat up those little friends of yours. How about that?"

Messer looked at him and smiled, Shanks also smiled, and the two of them immediately became accomplices.

"Why are you two laughing so creepy? Shanks, you weren't like this before."

At this time, a flat-faced little girl with red and white hair, wearing an orange dress and deerskin boots, ran over and frowned at Shanks and Messer.

Messer looked at Beckman behind her and nodded. Beckman, with a cigarette in his mouth, smiled and greeted Messer:

"Let's get acquainted. My name is Ben Beckman. Everyone knows me. You can just call me Beckman."

"Portgas D. Messer. You know, you can call me Messer."

"My name is Uta, I can let you call me by my name."

Uta looked at Messer coquettishly and said seriously: "Shanks told me what happened today. Thank you for saving me. I won't pursue the matter of you beating me up before."

Shanks looked at this scene with satisfaction, feeling that his detailed explanation to her in the afternoon was worth it.

Beckman, who was standing by, raised the corner of his mouth, like an old father seeing his sensible daughter.

Messer curled his lips and looked at her and hooked his finger. Uta walked up to Messer puzzledly and asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

Mercer pressed his right thumb against his index finger, and with a bang, his index finger hit her forehead, leaving a red mark on her fair forehead.

"Ah~ It hurts, are you going to die? If you hit me again, I'll fight you."

As he spoke, he rushed over. Mercer put his hand on her forehead, suppressed her with a snap of his fingers, and pouted:
"You're asking for a beating for saying such a thing. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Uta screamed "Wow wow" because her short arms and legs could not reach Messier. Messier rolled his eyes and pushed her with his hand. Using his strength, Uta staggered backward. When she was about to fall to the ground, Beckman behind her grabbed her back.

"You, you, you bully me again. I don't want to care about you anymore."

Uta yelled at Moses in anger, pain and grievance.

Ignoring her, Messer looked at Shanks and said, "I'm going back now. I won't be leaving with you guys."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left quickly. A hundred meters away, Ya Dabao flew over, and Messer's body also shrank and disappeared.

Shanks and the other two looked at the crows flying into the sky and looked at each other in confusion.

Shanks said subtly, "Then Crow is also a user of special abilities?"

Beckman exhaled the smoke from his mouth. "You can imagine. That guy is really mysterious."

Uta: "What a mystery, what a bad guy."

Shanks and Beckman exchanged wry smiles.

(End of this chapter)