One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Despite the Death Knight's severely damaged armor, its ability to withstand any powerful attacks prevents it from being instantly killed, allowing it to survive until its last breath.

Meeting Beret's horrified gaze, the Death Knight charged forward, slashing down with his greatsword, cutting the overconfident pirate in two.

Warm blood splattered on the ancient armor, adding to the death knight's grim aura.

One pirate after another lay dead in pools of blood. After Yang Ming used up a wave of Philosopher's Stones, he summoned another batch of Death Knights from their corpses to make up for the casualties from the previous battle.

The pirates, who had initially been eager to cause trouble after seeing the auction, in which the Donquixote Family held a stake, fail, immediately fell silent after learning from the blood and tears of their predecessors. They dared not show their faces again, for fear of provoking these unreasonable death knights.

We can't afford to mess with them! We can't afford to mess with them!

A pirate ship sailed in from afar, its pirate flag bearing the Don Quixote family insignia fluttering in the wind. Nearby pirates and bounty hunters, with their sharp eyes, recognized the sign and immediately knew that a menacing figure had arrived. They retreated in terror, not daring to provoke the behemoth that was the Don Quixote family.

The pirate ship slowly approached the shore and anchored in a harbor.

A hunchbacked, slovenly man was the first to disembark from the pirate ship, holding a cane with a plum blossom symbol in his hand. He gazed at the smoke billowing from the depths of the Sabaody Archipelago and let out a series of strange laughs that were difficult to decipher.

Beside Torrepol stood a thin middle-aged woman. Jora was still young and not as fat as she would be ten years later. Her aesthetic sense was as bizarre as ever. She had golden curly hair, wore a triangular frame, had sharp features, and purple lips and white teeth.

"I'd like to see who dares to displease the young master!"

Two members of the Donquixote Family, leading a group of fully armed pirates, quickly advanced in one direction.

The Don Quixote family had been operating in the Sabaody Archipelago for many years, and their spies were everywhere, making it easy to find someone.

When the group arrived at the ruins of an auction, they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Before the ruins of the collapsed building, a legion of death knights stood in two rows, majestic and solemn, inspiring fear.

Surrounded by a group of death knights, a black-haired youth sat on the ruins, flanked by two jade dogs, one black and one white. He wore a strange mask, and eerie purple soul fire swirled around him, adding to his intimidating aura.

Through his deep, dark eyes, gazing at the Don Quixote family members who had traveled from afar, a deep voice emanated from beneath the Abyss Mask.

"Have friends come from afar?"

"Are you ready to die here?"

Chapter 71 I'm going to be the Pirate King!

Shocking! Doflamingo, the Demon King, ascends to the rank of Shichibukai!

The World Government and the Five Elders send congratulatory messages, warmly congratulating Doflamingo on his continued success!

A notorious lawless pirate transforms into a renowned philanthropist: is this a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay?

After reading through all the newspapers delivered by Newsbird, Yang Ming casually tossed them aside.

The shadows cast by the feet stretched out like sharp needles, turning the newspapers fluttering in mid-air into a honeycomb.

The headline of the newspaper featured a large image of Doflamingo, now riddled with holes, lying on the ground in the wind, as if foreshadowing the future of this great pirate.

This scene caused the two Don Quixote family executives to raise their eyebrows, their expressions turning serious.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

With just this simple move, Trebol and Jorah determined that their enemy was a Devil Fruit user. Whether it was a Logia or Paramecia type was unknown for the time being, but what was certain was that the opponent's ability was related to shadows.

Two years ago, Gecko Moria was appointed by the World Government as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. He was a user of the Shadow-Shadow Fruit.

Trebol and Jorah were no strangers to the Shadow-Shadow Fruit. They glanced at their own shadows out of the corner of their eyes, diverting their attention to their feet to avoid being ambushed by enemies using their shadows.

Their subtle actions naturally did not escape Yang Ming's eyes, and he saw them all.

Yang Ming is using the alias of the pirate Lee Sin, which means he can't use many of his previous methods to avoid revealing his true identity. This means his combat strength is somewhat reduced, but this move is also a precaution to divert some of the enemy's attention.

If they were to travel by normal means, it would take them at least half a month to get from the waters near Dressrosa to the Sabaody Archipelago.

But now, in less than three days, Trebol and Jorah have led the Plum Blossom Army to Yang Ming, clearly with the approval of the World Government. Their pirate ships have sailed from Mary Geoise, the holy land at the top of the Red Line.

It has to be said, the Celestial Dragons are the Celestial Dragons.

Even though Doflamingo has now become a bandit and a fearsome pirate, he still bears the surname of the Celestial Dragon family, Donquixote, and thus enjoys privileges that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

All roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome.

This is truly an extremely cruel world.

Yang Ming quickly glanced at the Plum Blossom Legion and made up his mind.

The Plum Blossom Legion numbers around five hundred men, each a hand-picked fighter from the most notorious thugs in the land. They are experienced in hand-to-hand combat and gunfights, each armed with a new flintlock pistol and a finely forged steel sword. Some even carry small steel cannons. Their firepower is sufficient to invade a kingdom with weak defenses.

Torrepol, that slovenly old man, is more disgusting than I imagined.

This hunchbacked man was wearing a cloak shaped like a quilt with strange circular patterns on it. Underneath his neatly styled bangs was a pair of round-framed sunglasses that hid his cross-eyed eyes behind the dark lenses. His complexion was withered and sallow, clearly indicating that he had been staying up late for many years, resulting in a lack of energy.

The middle-aged man had a stubble on his upper lip, and his lower lip and cheeks were covered with thick, glue-like hair that resembled a beard. His mouth was slightly open, revealing sparse, leaky teeth, and two lines of clear snot slid down from the tip of his nose, giving off a vaguely nauseating feeling.

Torrepol slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, let out a strange laugh, and said:

"I said, I said."

"Someone like you dares to challenge the prestige of the Don Quixote family?"

"What a fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"

As Trebol's voice fell, the Plum Blossom Legion pirates immediately pointed their guns at Yang Ming and pulled the triggers in unison.

At that moment, the Death Knights, who had been standing like statues on the left and right sides, immediately raised their broad shields, layering them to form an iron fortress in front of them.

The dark, solid bullets struck the wide shield, producing a series of clanging sounds, but they could not shake the steel barrier in the slightest.

Two teams of one hundred Death Knights charged out from both sides, each wielding a blunt greatsword. Once the sword struck a human body, the pirate was either instantly cleaved in two or crushed to pieces by the terrifying power of the greatsword.

Torrepol sat in the center, directing and coordinating the Plum Blossom Legion.

If it were an ordinary pirate crew, they would probably be intimidated before even engaging in battle when faced with this army of the dead. However, the Plum Blossom Army was clearly an elite force among pirates, and under Trebol's command, they showed no signs of panic.

The pirates in the front row immediately drew their swords. The steel swords in their hands were the finest products produced by the Donquixote Family. Both their sharpness and hardness were superior to the standard naval swords.

The pirates in the middle row kept pulling the trigger until they emptied the magazine, then immediately reloaded and continued to suppress the enemy with firepower.

The pirates in the back row formed small groups of two or three. One pirate carried a steel cannon, while his companions carried heavy solid ammunition into the muzzle and then lit the fuse.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Amidst the resounding cannon fire, solid shells traced graceful arcs through the air before crashing down upon the densely packed Death Knights.

The expected scene of heavy casualties did not occur. These dead emerged from the center of the explosion with a tenacious spirit. Their stiff legs could not bend their knees, but they still ran like horses, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, charging ahead. While the pirates in front were stunned and dumbfounded, they collectively tore a gap in the plum blossom formation.

Seeing that these Death Knights were fearless and fought with extreme brutality, completely in a fight to the death, Torrebol, in order to prevent heavy casualties for the Plum Blossom Legion, immediately ordered Jorah, who was waiting nearby, to take action:

"Jora, you have ten minutes to take care of them!"

This isn't just Torrebol being arrogant.

Torrepol was timid and meticulous, and always preferred to plan carefully before acting.

After careful observation, Trebol discovered that these Death Knights possessed physiques far superior to ordinary pirates, strength comparable to small giants, and more refined combat skills. Combined with their fearless nature as the undead, they would form a highly effective cannon fodder army.

However, these death knights, though powerful, are no match for the truly strong.

Jora stood on her tiptoes, raised her arms overhead, and struck a graceful pose like a swan, her voluptuous figure spinning away.

"I've arrived! Get out of my way!"

Jorah is not only an artist but also an assassin. Beneath the seemingly comical dance, she leaps into the air, her feet in red high heels carrying a sharp, razor-sharp edge. With a sweeping whip kick, the Death Knight's helmeted head caves in instantly, his head and neck separating. The headless corpse mechanically takes two steps forward before collapsing into a cloud of dust.

If you look closely, you'll notice that Jora's feet are covered with a thin layer of Armament Haki, which gives her such powerful destructive force.

The midday sun seemed to be focused on the spotlight on the stage, casting its light on the strangely dressed artist.

Jorah narrowed her eyes, parted her purple lips to reveal her white teeth, and waved her arms gracefully. With her captivating dance moves, she spewed out large amounts of transparent, bubble-like smoke from her palms, enveloping the death knights who were trying to surround her.

Jora is a Paramecia-type Art Fruit user, capable of transforming any target into an artwork as imagined by the user, and can also turn his imagination into smoke and throw it at his opponents. Whether it is a person or an object, it can be transformed into a unique artwork according to the user's imagination.

This is a Devil Fruit ability with a very low lower limit and a very high upper limit.

If people in this world imagined beings like the Jade Emperor, Buddha, the Three Pure Ones, Cthulhu, the King in Yellow, the Living Tribunal, and Thanos, they might make some unexpected and delightful discoveries.

Limited by the era and his own perspective, Jorah tended to favor abstract art similar to Picasso.

When the strange smoke enveloped the Death Knights, these originally sinister and domineering undead instantly transformed into a comical sight, their entire bodies smeared with colorful paint, forming distorted abstract works of art, and losing all fighting power.

Even the Death Knight's ability to not be instantly killed by enemies, which was originally not presentable, became ineffective after he was transformed into an abstract work of art, and he was taken away by a single bullet from the pirates.

"Ohohohohohoho!"

"This is art!"

Jorah danced alone among the Death Knights, moving with unparalleled ease. The smoke billowing from his hands was like deadly poison, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him.

Of course, Jorah did not let his guard down.

She knew very well that these death knights were just an appetizer; the real main course was yet to come!

It's too late to say, then soon!

Just as Jora's excitement reached its peak, the shadow beneath her feet suddenly shifted, transforming into a long, sharp spear that attempted to skewer Jora from bottom to top.

The triangular-framed glasses reflected a white light in the sunlight, and a sharp, cold laugh came from Jora's mouth:

"I was prepared for this!"

Jorah twisted his waist, pretending to dodge.

But at that moment, two jade dogs, one black and one white, suddenly jumped out from the shadows, opened their mouths and tore at Jora, pulling him directly from the air to the ground.

Before Jorah could react, a thick, ink-like shadow swept in from all directions, completely engulfing her last vestiges of consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, a capable cadre had died tragically in the Sea of ​​Shadows. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Torrepol's forehead. His gaze, filled with suspicion and uncertainty, fell upon Yang Ming, and he said in a trembling voice:

"With your skills and strength, the six kings of the underworld can't possibly persuade you to join."

"Who are you?"

An endless shadow loomed over Yang Ming, as if crowning this king of shadows.

With his black hair flying wildly behind his head, Yang Ming slightly raised his chin, spread his arms, and said in a calm tone:

"I am Lee Sin, the successor to the will of Lox D. Giebeck!"

"I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!"

Upon hearing this, Torrepol's body trembled!