One Piece: Winged Dragon of the Beasts Pirates

It doesn't work? How could it not work?

Ah Ren felt completely lost.

Her invincible ninjutsu failed her?

Ian was naturally not surprised.

Resistance to the three Egyptian God cards in the anime, kid.

So you're into copper smelting, right?

I will never tolerate such heinous acts.

"actually,"

Ian grabbed Ah Ren's hand and lifted her up a little, saying, "I also like someone a bit more mature."

"Yes, really?"

Ah Ren gave an awkward laugh, "Then we can—"

Divine Flame Cannon!

The flames instantly engulfed Ah Ren, mercilessly blasting her away.

Ian would show no mercy to someone who wanted to turn herself into an old man; he'd rather she become more mature.

And not far ahead of him.

"Run! Momonosuke!"

Shimotsuki Yasuie stood in front of Yamato, unarmed, his fists clenched.

Behind him was Momonosuke, who was still somewhat bewildered after regaining consciousness.

"Don't stop! Keep running forward!"

Following along was definitely the right thing to do.

Even if it's not of much use, at least for now, I can do my best.

"Run!"

With a thunderous roar, Shimotsuki Yasuie charged towards Yamato.

Momonosuke sniffled, cried, and turned to run away.

This time, I'm going to beat you to a pulp!

Yamato transformed into a werewolf and swung his bat to meet the attack.

At that moment, a golden shadow swept past the two combatants.

Shimotsuki Yasuie watched as Ian flew past and tried to stop him.

However, Yamato's iron rod prevented him from escaping, and he could only watch helplessly as Ian caught up with Momonosuke in the blink of an eye.

"Take one more step and I'll burn you to a crisp."

Ian looked at Momonosuke, who was taking small steps forward, and spoke calmly.

As expected, Momonosuke Kozuki's body instantly stiffened.

He turned around with a look of fear on his face, his upper and lower teeth chattering incessantly.

Momonosuke—

Shimotsuki Yasuie, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Yamato, sighed inwardly.

Why stop?

why!

"Lord Momonosuke! This is the last thing I can do."

Ian looked down at Momonosuke's feet. Coincidentally, Shinobu, who had been blasted away by Ian's breath, had landed right there.

The woman's body was covered in burn marks, making her unrecognizable from her previous beautiful appearance. She lay on the ground, unable to stand up, and shakily raised her hand to touch Momonosuke's ankle. "I'm sorry, but right now, this is the only way."

"Wow!"

Momonosuke screamed in agony. His body was growing at a visible rate. In the blink of an eye, he went from a boy to a teenager, and then immediately became an adult, with his hair and beard growing wildly.

By the time the changes stopped, Momonosuke had aged at least twenty years! He now looked exactly like a young man.

He looked completely bewildered, unaware that he had already lost twenty years of his life.

"Run! Lord Momonosuke!"

Ah-Shinobu said with difficulty, "You, who inherited Lord Oden's bloodline, must not die here!"

Ian didn't react at all; he just stared at Momonosuke quietly.

Kozuki Oden was also a born monster, and Momonosuke, who inherited his bloodline, is a true bloodline monster. In the original work, after being forcibly matured by Shinobu, his physique became unusually strong.

but.

Momonosuke looked down at Shinobu, then at the gleaming gold-plated Ian, and finally—

He crouched down on the ground, clutching his head, crying, "Waaaaah! I, I won't run away! So, so please don't burn me!"

Ah Ren was stunned.

Ian couldn't help but chuckle.

This is Kozuki Momonosuke.

He's completely ruined his appearance.

"Lord Momonosuke!"

The roar grew louder as it approached.

Are there any experts?

Ian looked up.

One of the Nine Red Scabbards, Kikunojo of Remnant Snow, this effeminate man is rushing towards us.

What's going on, Uncle Jhin and Uncle Quinn? Didn't you say no one could get close?

Ian looked into the distance and saw that Uncle Jhin and Uncle Quinn were both surrounded and attacked.

Ashura Doji, Nekomamushi, and Inuarashi surrounded Uncle Jin. The three of them did not defend themselves at all, letting Jin attack them, but they just held him back.

Uncle Queen was the same, but he was surrounded by Kanjuro, Kawamatsu, and Denjiro.

Kanjuro, the mole, is quite serious; he truly is a master actor.

It turned out to be the case.

Ian understood: the other six were desperately stalling for time so that Kikunojo could come and rescue Momonosuke.

Kikunojo rushed over and yanked Momonosuke up from the ground, shouting, "Lord Momonosuke! Run! Run!"

"Me, me, me, me—"

Momonosuke didn't dare to run away; he just stared at Ian with a look of terror on his face.

Ian, however, simply watched Kikunojo's hand gripping Momonosuke's wrist.

Kikunojo's face was covered with dark veins, and he was having great difficulty breathing. He was coughing violently, and blood was even flowing from his nostrils. His fair hands were also covered with veins, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

How dare this guy touch Momonosuke directly?

Didn't Uncle Quinn smugly explain to them that the virus from the Plague Bomb could be transmitted through physical contact?

"Is that you? Cough cough cough cough—"

Kikunojo saw the object of Momonosuke's fear. He pointed his sword menacingly at Ian, but coughed as if he were about to cough up his lungs. "Is it you who made Momonosuke-sama like this?"

Is it possible?

Ian felt he was being slandered and retorted, "That's just how he is."

"shut up!"

Kikunojo had already pounced on Ian.

Once this guy is defeated, the fear in Momonosuke's heart will dissipate.

Ian's expression changed instantly.

I'm super, don't!

Don't you dare touch me!

I don't want to get a virus!

Without any hesitation, Ian unleashed his ultimate move.

Phoenix God, open!

The golden and red flame-winged man instantly stood still, and the ground beneath his feet melted in an instant.

Kikunojo did not back down, and his black longsword pierced through Ian's body in the next second.

Then he fell into a daze.

what happened?

Unable to hit?

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The rampant virus inside his body caused him to cough painfully again, coughing up large clots of blood, and his back involuntarily hunched over.

Don't blame me for taking advantage of your vulnerability.

Ian raised his hand and aimed it at Kikunojo's head.

"The fire of divine wrath".

The crimson and gold flames instantly struck Kikunojo's frail body.

"Uhhhh!!"

With a scream, Kikunojo was blasted away, engulfed in flames like a helpless leaf in a flood.