The heartthrob of the pirate world

Chapter 42 Armed Color

A ray of sunshine scattered on Bar Island. After the navy captured them overnight, except for a few lucky guys and old dogs, all the pirates on the entire island were lying in the port waiting for the transport ship to come and pack them.

"Sir, please raise your wings a little bit higher, yes yes yes, just keep this movement, it's really cool and aggressive posture."

An egg roll head was holding a camera, bouncing up and down around Isis excitedly, and the eyes of the camera phone bug kept flashing white light: "Excuse me, Mr. Isis, you were staying alone on Baal Island to stop the pirates What is the mentality behind the retreat?"

"Did your superiors persecute you? Don't be afraid, we reporters are never afraid of big things. Except for not dissing the positions of generals and above, the more black material the better!"

"There is no shady scene. I stayed in Barr to stop the pirates because I have the strength to take responsibility. My life is precious. If I sacrifice for justice and wake up more insightful people in the world, it will be worth it!"

Isis opened his mouth to fill his mouth with positive energy, but turned his gaze to Mr. Karp, as if asking, "Isn't this inside the warship? Is it okay to let reporters in?"

Isis is actually a little confused now. He just came out of the room and was about to take a shower, drink a cup of milk tea and wait for the warship to return to Marlin Fandor, but when he opened the door, he saw a reporter with a roll head and Garp.

Karp had a strange expression on his face: "You can just walk around as a normal task process, don't feel pressured, we don't accept interviews with reporters, and their pens will slip."

"pity."

The head of the egg roll sighed slightly, and didn't get the hidden inside story that he wanted to hear. The news is so positive, and it's hell if the extra-issue newspaper can be sold out. Isn't it dark and bloody?
"Mr. Isis, is it convenient to answer your hobbies and mate selection criteria?"

Seeing that the content of the news was unremarkable, the egg roll head immediately looked for the next news breaking point.

In front of him is a powerful, upright, and awesome-looking little brother who will definitely sell out newspapers!

He even thought of the title of the news headline: "Shocked!Naval hero Garp has sharpened his sword for ten years to create the strongest naval supernova, and the dark night of female pirates is coming! "

Subtitle: The Secret Show of Captain Isis! "

"Women will only affect the speed of my sword drawing, and my whole body will devote myself to the cause of greatness, sunshine, and positive energy to fight against the evil pirates to the end"

Isis casually perfunctory the reporter, turned around and continued walking to the private bathroom.

"Isis, don't be in such a hurry to take a shower"

Garp put his arms around Isis's shoulder with a smile: "Now, let the old man check your progress while you have the conditions!"

It’s been almost a month since Isis came to the navy, and the paper drawing and iron blocks that can improve the physical fitness of the six styles are also authorized to let Bogart teach Isis and Anna. Their strength should be much stronger than before entering the navy.

The effect of physical training is super fast, but as the physical fitness increases, the effect will become slower and slower.

It is rare to have an uninhabited island, and Isis has been practicing for a period of time. Of course, Karp has to teach Isis and Anna, lest Isis complain that he is not competent as a teacher at all.

Isis readily accepted Karp's proposal and went to the island with him to start the exam. It happened that he also had a question to ask Karp.

"Come on, Isis, attack without sparing any effort!"

Garp stepped on the moon steps and landed in the uninhabited city, looking at Isis who flapped his black wings a little slower.

"certainly."

Isis fell to the ground to adjust his breathing, and opened up his knowledge-colored arrogance. The dark storm spread on the useless sword, and condensed into a double-pointed spiral spear. Only the handle of the sword did not have a high-speed rotating wind: "Vientiane Wind Dragon Gun!"

The Vientiane Wind Dragon Formation condenses a typhoon, which becomes stronger as time goes by and the more sundries it inhales.

But the Vientiane Wind Dragon Formation has two shortcomings. The first is that it is not enough lethal to the strong in the early stage, and the second is the defect of range moves.

Therefore, on top of this, Isis developed its form change and developed the 'Vientiane Wind Dragon Gun'.

It is a high-speed rotating drill bit, and Isis continuously replenishes the power of the storm. The eye of the storm has also become a sword, and it is absolutely impossible to be easily broken.

"Mr. Garp, it shouldn't be difficult to get started with Armed Color Domineering, right? I think, with my current physique, I should be able to display the entanglement. Why haven't I been able to comprehend it so long?"

Isis, who spread out his black wings, adjusted his breathing and used paper-drawn techniques to control some muscles to make his body function at its peak. When he moved, he could only see a black phantom.

The Wind Drill shot straight at Garp, the air around him was drawn by the spear, and a large area of ​​the street began to collapse.

"Because... you haven't put all your strength into it yet, the armed domineering spirit has always existed in the human body, the stronger the physique, the easier it is to arouse that power"

The storm spear held by Isis in his right hand collided with Garp's hardened palm, and the wind pressure turned into a shock wave that overturned a large number of houses, so that the streets behind Garp were also damaged to varying degrees.

"Come on! Isis uses all your strength to vent out the emotions in your heart, whether it is anger or the blood boiling during the battle"

Garp uses offense as defense, and his height of [-] meters leans slightly forward, waving his fists with a sense of oppression. The hardened armed color begins to show undetectable entanglement airflow, and every punch will have an air wave impact.

"Is the armed color hardened and wound?"

Isis's lower body has already drawn forward and backward lunges, holding the storm spear with both hands and slashing frantically. With the help of the knowledgeable color that has shrunk to the extreme, the double-pointed spear completely blocked Garp's endless fists.

The high-strength wind pressure and the armed airflow will escape before the two collide. The ground where Isis and Garp are located is slowly sinking and disappearing. The scattered sand and stone are like bullets, turning the dilapidated town into ruins.

"boom!"

Although Garp lowered the power of the armed forces and did not use external or internal destruction, but Garp's terrifying power to destroy mountains and veins with one punch is not something that Isis, who has just begun to exercise his body, can resist.

When the storm spear disintegrated to the critical point, Garp punched Wuwujian with a straight punch, and all the pure brute force was transmitted to Isis, making him almost unable to hold the violently trembling long sword.

It was only when Isis retreated and knocked down a large piece of dead wood that he unleashed his brute force.

"gun!"

Isis held the right hand of the spear on the ground, and placed it on a power point behind him. He took a big breath of air to increase the oxygen content in the blood.

Burning Island encounters a low pressure, and a huge hurricane disaster is forming on Baal Island.

Isis stomped on the ground vigorously and charged in front of Garp like a hurricane. Black lines appeared on both sides of his cheeks and his ears became pointed. He opened his mouth to reveal slender canine teeth and shouted: "Fengyu. Destroy!"

Garp's eyelids twitched slightly, and he raised his hands in front of him to display the armed color, and muttered in his heart: "Damn. The armed color was not forced out, but the second form of the phantom beast."

With a shot from Isis, the entrained hurricane of the sky seemed to hit a wall, squeezed into a vertical blade-shaped storm and spread outward, cutting the town to pieces, and dozens of secluded valleys appeared on the ground.

"call"

Isis clasped his hands uselessly, gasping for air to adjust his breathing and supplement the oxygen in the blood, so as to relieve the dizziness caused by hypoxia: "Old man, you don't talk about martial arts anymore, you're all armed."

"Well, I can only blame you for not being cute enough!" Garp watched the black lines on his face recede and Isis returned to his original form, and said, "Try to use less of that trick just now, you can't handle it with your small body now. "

"As for the grades. Full marks! Come on, don't just stand there, the old man treats you to a big meal. Hahaha."

Cap did not remind Isis of the changes that had taken place in him.

He didn't awaken the form of the perfect body, but because the moves were too powerful, it disturbed the devil fruit factor sleeping in his body, and made him appear part of the characteristics of the full form of phantom beasts.

In the shot just now, Isis used meteorological knowledge to create a prototype hurricane, and then used the power of nature to perform moves that far exceeded his own strength, which consumed an astonishing amount of physical strength.

Garp reckoned that after Isis's blood boiled feeling faded away, he would be able to lie in bed moaning for two or three days because of his body strain, and Anna would stare at him with a bad face for two or three days.
(End of this chapter)