One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Mochi, Leigh, and the other pirates fainted on the spot the moment they came into contact with Conqueror's Haki, their eyes rolling back and foaming at the mouth.

Bucky the Clown, however, shook violently for a moment but was still able to act as if nothing had happened, only his face looked a little pale.

Yang Ming slowly drew his sword, the sharp tip of his Zanpakuto pointing diagonally at Bucky the Clown.

"Bucky, do you dare take my sword?"

Bucky the Clown took a deep breath to calm the surging emotions within him, then smiled confidently.

"You brat, if you manage to hurt me, I'll cut off my head and give it to you to sit on!"

Chapter 117 As long as you believe in tomorrow and take the first step, strength will naturally surge up.

Yang Ming brandished his sword, and a deep blue light flickered deep within the pupils of his Mangekyou Sharingan.

Faced with the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the lines that make up everything in the world are revealed in Yang Ming's eyes. The numerous death lines on the clown Buggy's body intersect to form several death points.

"If I strike you with this knife, you will die."

Yang Ming said earnestly.

Bucky the Clown carefully examined the Zanpakuto in Yang Ming's hand. It had a brown scabbard, a deep purple hilt, and an oval tsuba. The blade was wreathed in blazing flames, and one could vaguely hear the wails of countless wronged souls in the flames. It seemed that hundreds or even thousands of people had died tragically under this Zanpakuto, which sent chills down one's spine.

Seeing that the Zanpakuto's blade was gleaming white and showed no signs of being refined with Haki, Buggy the Clown thought to himself:

"Not even as good as Hawkeye Mihawk's Black Blade Night!"

Confident in his Chop-Chop Fruit powers, Buggy the Clown was overconfident in himself and believed he could survive Yang Ming's attack.

Although Buggy the Clown lacks boundless imagination and cannot develop the Chop-Chop Fruit into a terrifying power like the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, he has been using the Chop-Chop Fruit on himself for many years. Whenever he faces enemies like swordsmen, they are helpless against him.

Just as Luffy ate the Gum-Gum Fruit, making his body as elastic and resilient as rubber, able to withstand great damage, Buggy the Clown's body also possesses a certain characteristic, making him immune to all knife wounds.

Even if Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki were applied to the blade, it would be absolutely impossible to cause any damage to Buggy the Clown.

Bucky the Clown believes that this time will be no exception!

fast!

It's too late to say, then soon!

The moment these thoughts crossed Bucky's mind, Yang Ming suddenly vanished from his sight.

"flash!"

A figure draped in a navy cloak appeared behind Bucky the Clown in an instant. A blade covered in blazing flames slashed along the line of death. Under the sharp light of the blade, Bucky the Clown felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rose all over his body, and an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged up.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced his body, and blood gushed out.

Buggy the Clown's Chop-Chop Fruit, which he relied on for his livelihood, failed for the first time, resulting in a crushing defeat!

A gash that nearly cleaved Bucky the Clown in two appeared on his back, and scorching flames spread across his entire body.

In an instant, the pain from the knife wound and the burning sensation from the flames rushed into Bucky the Joker's mind.

Bucky the Clown has the resilience of a cockroach; despite suffering such severe injuries, he was still able to roll around on the ground repeatedly, using the sand and gravel to extinguish the flames on his body.

Once the flames were completely extinguished, Bucky the Clown's entire body was burned, emitting a strong smell of burning.

Yang Ming frowned slightly as he smelled the strange odor mixed with the smell of blood in the air.

It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to this environment; having experienced so many battles in the past, Yang Ming had long been used to the smell of the battlefield.

What really puzzled Yang Ming was that he had clearly aimed his strike at Bucky the Clown's fatal spot, but in the end, as if possessed, he slashed down along the line of death, bypassing Bucky the Clown's true fatal point.

"Buggy the Clown possesses Captain John's treasure map and was a member of Gol D. Roger's crew. If we spare his life, his identity might be able to contribute to our future plans."

Yang Ming thought to himself as he slowly sheathed his Zanpakuto.

Everything happened so smoothly, as if it were exactly what Yang Ming had in mind.

Having narrowly escaped Yang Ming's blade, Bucky the Clown's gaze towards Yang Ming changed completely.

The boy in front of you may seem harmless, but he is actually like a demon!

When his signature skills for survival become ineffective, Bucky the Clown is now like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"I can't die!"

"I haven't found the legendary One Piece yet, nor have I avenged myself against that arrogant Red-Haired Shanks. How can I die so easily!"

With this thought flashing through his mind, Bucky the Clown, dragging his heavily wounded and dying body, gripped Yang Ming's ankles tightly with his ten fingers like eagle claws, and said:

"Young man, please, give me a chance to start anew!"

Bucky the Clown is old enough to be Yang Ming's father, yet now, for the sake of survival, he's willing to throw away all his dignity and pride as a man.

Yang Ming stared down at Bucky the Clown for a long time, feeling that something was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The luck that surrounds Bucky the Clown seems to also influence the senses and judgments of others.

Yang Ming frowned and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Since you are so sincere in your request, I will mercifully give you a chance to start anew."

"From this day forward, you will be a member of my Akatsuki organization."

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown was overjoyed.

Not only can you survive, but it seems you can also join a mysterious organization. Is there really such a good thing?

But Yang Ming's next words plunged Bucky the Joker back from heaven to the deepest abyss.

"However, I don't trust you. Use the power of the Chop-Chop Fruit to split your heart in half and let me keep it for you."

Bucky the Clown froze, speechless.

"What?" Yang Ming glanced at the other man sideways, his eyes flashing with cold light. "Don't tell me you can't do it?"

Bucky the Clown swallowed hard, reluctantly handing over his heart to Yang Ming, which meant that his life and death would be in someone else's hands from then on.

But now the situation is beyond his control, and Bucky the Joker has no choice but to bow his head.

With his blood-stained gloved hand pressed against his chest, the entire hand emitting a hazy glow. Under these special circumstances, it was somewhat like the effect of the Ope Ope no Mi (Operation Fruit). Bucky the Clown looked pained, and after some hesitation, he finally managed to split his heart apart.

Yang Ming casually flipped his hand and stored the heart in his spatial ring, causing Bucky the Joker's pupils to suddenly contract, and he inwardly cried out in despair.

"As for the others..."

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice:

"They know too much."

The members of the Buggy Pirates, including Mochi and Leigh, felt a chill run down their spines. Before they could react, their eyes met those windmill-shaped scarlet pupils, and everything went black as they lost consciousness.

Yang Ming gently rubbed his slightly throbbing brow with two fingers, and his pupils returned to their deep black.

Recruiting Buggy the Clown into the Akatsuki organization is a seemingly insignificant move, but it might have a surprising effect.

The three-month period is neither long nor short.

As summer fades into autumn, it is harvest time in the fields.

Looking out, the fields were a golden sea, with heavy, ripe wheat ears and a faint aroma of wheat in the air. Farmers dressed simply, under the scorching sun, with towels draped over their shoulders and sickles in their hands, were busy harvesting in the fields.

As Yang Ming walked along the country path, he could see the outline of the Yixin Dojo building in the distance. In his hands, he held a treasure map that looked quite old; it was none other than Captain John's treasure map.

Perhaps it was fate, but most of the treasure Captain John inherited from the Rocks Pirates was coincidentally buried in a corner of Water Seven.

Do not!

With so many coincidences, it is clearly not ordinary.

It's important to know that Mr. Tom, known as the world's greatest shipwright, not only built pirate ships for Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, but he also possesses the blueprints for Pluton, a treasure coveted by the entire world!

If Captain John hadn't died and were still alive today, he would at least be a formidable figure on par with the Four Emperors.

His burying of the inherited treasure in Water City clearly had some deeper meaning.

Yang Ming's lips curled up slightly as he thought to himself:

“I sent Bucky to help Bellemere spread rumors at sea, which unexpectedly coincided with some terrible truth.”

Koushirou had already prepared a tricycle loaded with weapons, which was covered by a dark curtain.

Yang Ming lifted the curtain. Although he believed in Koushirou's character and thought he wouldn't deceive anyone, Yang Ming still carefully checked the document.

These replicas have long, narrow blades, sharp edges, and a chilling gleam, with a faint, eerie aura lurking within them.

It must be said that Koushirou is indeed worthy of being born into the Shimotsuki family. Even though his craftsmanship is not as good as his father Kousaburo's, he can still make a replica of the second-generation Kitetsu so realistic that ordinary swordsmen cannot tell the difference between the real and fake. Perhaps only the world's number one swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk, can detect that something is wrong at a glance.

Even though Yang Ming knew beforehand that these were fakes, when he wielded a replica of the second-generation Onikiri, accompanied by a fleeting flash of sharp light, and easily cleaved a towering tree that was as thick as three people could hug in two, he couldn't help but doubt that it was the real thing.

"I am very satisfied with this batch of goods."

"If there's an opportunity, let's work together again next time."

With a casual flick of his wrist, Yang Ming stored the entire carload of second-generation Onikiri replicas into his spatial ring.

Just as Yang Ming was about to leave, the dojo gate opened, and a pretty young woman in a naval trainee uniform came into view.

The impeccably tailored, pure white naval uniform accentuated Kuina's dashing figure. She strode confidently to Yang Ming, slightly raised her head, extended her right hand, and held up her little finger, saying:

"You said you'd allow me to challenge you if I got into the Naval Academy at Naval Headquarters, so you can't go back on your word!"

Yang Ming immediately saw through Guina's little scheme, made a pinky promise with her, and chuckled softly:

"There's no need to care about what others think. Anyone with a dream can achieve their goals, and even girls can make a name for themselves."

"As long as you believe in tomorrow and take the first step, the strength will naturally come."

Chapter 118 Heading to Skypiea, Beginning the Subjugation of Enel

More than four hundred years ago, an expedition from the Kingdom of Lubniz in the North Sea visited a magical island. The famous botanist and expedition admiral wrote a book to describe this golden land, which was covered with gold, in the most gorgeous language.

Unfortunately, when the greedy king ordered the expedition to search for the island again, they did not find the legendary golden land, but only a desolate island shaped like a skull.

The adventurer who discovered the land of gold was known to later generations as Rolando the Liar, and his adventure books were jokingly referred to as fairy tales.

More than four hundred years later, Gaya Island, which had been deserted, once again welcomed a group of visitors.

The warship, tens of meters long, cut through the waves, its sails billowing like the protruding beer belly of a middle-aged man. Propelled by the strong wind, the three-masted sailboat moved at great speed, leaving a long trail behind it.