One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

This did not mean that Gabra disappeared. Rather, in that brief instant, within 0.36 seconds, Gabra generated an explosive reaction force by stomping the ground dozens of times at high speed, propelling it to move at an astonishing speed of about 100 meters in four seconds.

Drake and Jonathan only felt a blur before their eyes, and Gabra's ferocious face suddenly appeared in front of them through the billowing smoke.

Drake barely had time to raise his knee to protect himself before he suddenly felt the force of the opponent's knee overpower him. If it weren't for the brutal training he usually received, which allowed him to get a feel for the edge of the Navy's Six Styles Iron Body, and his desperate use of the immature Iron Body, this single blow would probably have been enough to break his leg.

Even so, Drake was still affected by the force of the opponent's knee kick, and his other foot slammed backward, leaving a long scorch mark as his shoe violently rubbed against the ground.

Jonathan suffered a silent defeat due to his lack of physical skill. After Gabra kicked Drake away, he immediately kicked him away as well.

"Crack!"

While suspended in mid-air, the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Gabra raised his blood-stained arm, licking the wound with his tongue, feeling the unique sweet and metallic taste of blood gradually spread on his tongue, his eyes becoming increasingly filled with malice.

"A bunch of guys who haven't even graduated from naval academy, how dare they hurt me?"

Jabra felt a burning pain on his face, which made him even angrier, especially with the other CP9 members watching.

Dadi Mastasson felt a malice lock onto his figure and, without hesitation, raised his gun and fired seven shots in quick succession.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang..."

Before the seven bullets could hit the enemy, Gabra disappeared from Dadi Masdasson's sight again.

When Gabra used Shave to approach Dadi Masdasen, a cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"That's not how you use a gun."

"Rapid Fire with Finger Pistols!"

Gabra suddenly raised one index finger, concentrating all his strength into it, and unleashed a powerful strike with his hardened finger in a flash.

Finger Pistol, one of the Six Styles of the Navy, is a technique known as having the power of a gunshot.

In that instant, dozens of finger gun bullets rained down on Dadi Mastasson, instantly piercing dozens of identical wounds on his body. The powerful penetrating force of the index finger easily pierced through the human body.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, gallbladder, large intestine, small intestine, stomach, triple burner, and bladder—eleven internal organs—suffered severe damage in an instant.

A suffocating sense of death gripped Dadi Mastasson's heart, and his blood gushed out as he collapsed limply into a pool of blood.

It's a long story.

In reality, only two or three minutes had passed from when Gabra knocked Smoker away to when Dadi Masdasen was covered in blood.

Once everything had settled down, Yang Ming saw that several of his friends were seriously injured.

Tina had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as her companion fell. As Gabra tried to take Dadi Mastasson's life, a surge of anger welled up inside her.

"stop!"

Tina's arms sprouted jets of black steel pipes, forming a fence that attempted to encircle Gabra.

Gabra raised his eyelids, glanced at it coldly, and sneered disdainfully:

"too slow!"

Gabrati used his leg sweep to clear the closing iron fence in four seconds, covering 100 meters.

When he reached Tina, this rough man showed no mercy. He raised his leg and delivered a knee kick to Tina's soft, flat abdomen, causing her to arch her back high and almost vomit bile.

Gabra looked at the only unharmed boy in the arena and said with a grin:

"Kid, what are you standing there for? Are you scared out of your wits?"

"Don't worry, it's your turn next!"

Having defeated several marines in succession, Jabra's confidence swelled to an unbridled level. Instead of using Shave, he chose to walk step by step toward Yang Ming.

His bangs obscured Yang Ming's lowered eyelids, his hands gripping the knife hilt tightly, his chest burning with rage.

"Burn yourself out, surpass yourself."

"This is the true essence of Flame Breathing!"

A wave of fire rippled out from Yang Ming's feet.

The next instant, Yang Ming stomped his foot, unleashing a speed comparable to a shave!

Gabra's pupils suddenly contracted, and then an excited smile appeared on his lips.

"This is the kind of opponent I've been longing for!"

Just as Gabra used Shave, he saw the figure of the boy in front of him suddenly submerged in a long dragon of fire.

"Ninth Form! Purgatory!"

The fierce and domineering flames instantly engulfed Gabra's figure. His arrogant voice still echoed in the air. But when Yang Ming swung his knife down, Gabra's charred body flew out of the raging sea of ​​fire like a kite with a broken string.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Gabra, engulfed in flames, slammed straight into a wall next to Rob Lucci. The powerful impact even caused the concrete wall to collapse, raising a cloud of dust.

Rob Lucci awoke with a start, his sleepy eyes suddenly sharpening.

Flames crept at Yang Ming's feet as he raised his knife, pointing it directly at his opponent.

"Rob Lucci, would you like to dance too?"

Chapter 30 Sharingan

"Rob Lucci, would you like to dance too?"

The flickering flames lay prostrate at the boy's feet, like loyal subjects kneeling before a revered king.

Unable to be touched by the raging fire around him, the boy in the white training uniform, with his deep eyes, issued a declaration of war to the most talented CP9 agent in history.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

When Yang Ming revealed the other party's identity, Smoker and the others couldn't help but show some shock and horror.

"Six years ago, a major incident occurred in a certain kingdom where pirates imprisoned soldiers and threatened the king to hand over the throne. I heard that the World Government later sent Rob Lucci, a 13-year-old agent, who single-handedly killed 500 soldiers and wiped out all the pirates to quell the situation. Could that person be the man in front of me?"

The World Government is adept at maintaining balance. By adjusting the annual military budget, it creates competition between the Navy and the CP organization. If one side increases its military budget this year, it will inevitably lead to a decrease in the other side's annual military budget.

This is why the relationship between the Navy and the CCP is not harmonious, and the two sides often secretly compete with each other.

There are many rumors circulating within the Navy about Rob Lucci, the rising star of the CP organization, and even Smoker and others have heard of him.

Smoker and his companions never expected that they would be so unlucky as to happen to be there when Rob Lucci was on Enies Lobby.

Logically speaking, a powerful agent like Rob Lucci, who is usually busy with missions all over the world, would not be able to stay on Enies Lobby for an extended period of time.

In fact, the reason why Rob Lucci and his CP9 friends gathered at Enies Lobby was because they were ordered by their superiors to plot against Pluto's blueprints in Water 7.

However, before the mission was even assigned, Spandam was embroiled in a scandal and is now abusing his power by borrowing high-ranking agents like Rob Lucci to work for him, attempting to eliminate the young naval officers who have embarrassed him.

Eight hundred years ago, 20 kingdoms formed the World Government. The descendants of 19 of these kings claimed to be descendants of the Creator, enjoyed all privileges, and were known as the Celestial Dragons.

Each Celestial Dragon family has a number of vassal families around them. These vassal families usually act as fronts, reaping huge profits for them.

Spandam's family is a vassal family of the Roswald family. The male members of the family have served in the CP organization for generations. Spandam obtained the position of CP9 leader by virtue of his shrewdness, cunning and unscrupulous means.

Spandam did many shady things during his tenure and knew that once he was removed from his position, he would face retribution from others and would probably spend his next life in prison. Naturally, he would spare no effort to take revenge on Yang Ming and his gang.

This is not surprising. The Celestial Dragon families are not a united front. Over the past eight hundred years, they have harbored many grievances and conflicts. No Celestial Dragon family would mind seeing the Roswald family suffer.

Rob Lucci seemed oblivious to his companion's miserable state, his hands in his pockets, his eyes gradually sharpening.

He was like a wild beast awakened from its slumber, exuding a terrifying aura.

Yang Ming met Rob Lucci's gaze without fear, their eyes sparking like dazzling electricity.

Smoker and the others, still grieving, stared solemnly at Rob Lucci, sweat gradually trickling down their foreheads.

"Flawless!"

"The other person was standing there seemingly casually, but there was absolutely no flaw in their defenses!"

"Can the captain really defeat such a monster?"

Everyone present held their breath, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

When masters clash, it's a battle of wills!

Everyone was shocked that Yang Ming was not affected by Rob Lucci's aura, but little did they know that he was not actually looking at Rob Lucci, but was looking at the prizes on the lottery wheel.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from Naruto. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to activate the prize wheel?"

Summoned characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi...

Ninjutsu/Taijutsu: Great Fireball Technique, Water Dragon Technique, Dark Travel Technique...

Limitations of Blood Succession: Ice Escape, Magnetic Escape, Melt Escape, Explosion Escape...

[Single Tomoe Sharingan]: Powerful perception ability, able to see clearly and predict the opponent's movements.

Yang Ming felt a cool sensation in his eyes, and his dark pupils seemed to be stained with bright red blood. A single tomoe appeared in each pupil and slowly rotated clockwise.

Rob Lucci was the first to notice the subtle changes in Yang Ming. His thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, forming a deep frown.

He couldn't quite figure out the boy in front of him!

A beast-like intuition reminded Rob Lucci that his opponent was not as simple as he appeared.

Therefore, Rob Lucci deliberately used verbal provocation to provoke Yang Ming at the beginning of their meeting, and allowed his fellow CP9 member Jabra to act recklessly, all in order to indirectly test his own thoughts.

Unfortunately, Gabra was a useless person. He only managed to detect that the other party seemed to possess superb swordsmanship related to fire, but he failed to detect any other abilities.

Rob Lucci stomped his black leather shoes hard on the ground, leaving neat and uniform footprints in the spot. Then he suddenly accelerated and shot off. With a speed of 100 meters in four seconds, he even gave people the illusion of disappearing from the spot.

The single tomoe in Yang Ming's pupil began to spin rapidly. The high-speed movement that ordinary people's dynamic vision could not capture was as clear as a slow-motion scene in front of the single tomoe Sharingan.

"Second Form! Ascending Blaze!"

"Lanjiao!"

Yang Ming raised his sword and slashed diagonally upwards, his arc-shaped strike colliding precisely with the nearby crescent-shaped strike!

The blazing flames surged upwards from Rob Lucci's forehead, nearly burning away the black top hat he wore. A few broken, scorched strands of hair fell and drifted away in the wind before his eyes.

Rob Lucci stood firmly on his left foot, while his right foot, made of flesh and blood, was as hard as steel. When it clashed with the standard longsword in Yang Ming's hand, it did not fall into a disadvantageous position. Instead, a series of crisp clanging sounds like the clash of metal were produced.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle bells..."

The leg clashed repeatedly with the knife, sparks flying from the friction.