One Piece: Nobody has more Devil Fruits than me.

"happy!"

Russell, completely unconcerned about his injuries, burst into laughter, "Indeed, this ocean is more interesting with guys like you around."

Monkey D. Dragon calmed his breathing and looked around. "This wasn't my intention. Making such a commotion, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in this town for long."

He only wanted to see Luffy off and didn't want to clash with the Navy for the time being.

The Revolutionary Army's true enemy is the World Government. The Navy is held back by pirates, and the Revolutionary Army has no intention of engaging in conflict with them.

"We finally have a chance, let's have a few more rounds."

Before he finished speaking, Russell sprang forward, his body covered in white steam, and kicked Monkey D. Dragon in the face.

shave!

It was incredibly fast; Monkey D. Dragon appeared above Russell with a backhand and unleashed a Dragon Claw punch.

He knew the power of this move because he was able to use it.

It's no exaggeration to say that the entire street would fall apart, so Russell didn't choose to confront it head-on.

This is the kind of reaction a person with rich combat experience can make, instead of acting like a naive greenhorn who takes every move he tries. Monkey D. Dragon looked at Russell's face, which wasn't much older than Luffy's, and wondered where this guy had accumulated his experience.

He felt that his grandfather's training of Luffy was already outrageous enough.

"Torn apart!"

The Dragon Claw Fist passed through Russell's limbs and struck the street, instantly shattering the ground and unleashing a terrifying shockwave.

Russell's body moved quickly together, his hands stretching out into the distance as if in segments, then shooting out like bullets.

pat!

The fist hit the bullseye.

Monkey D. Dragon was sent flying, and while in mid-air, he quickly stepped forward to reduce the impact and landed on his feet.

Moonwalk!

Then, he swept his hands out, unleashing two massive slashes in mid-air, "Storm Kick!"

Russell dodged the attack with a backward leap, and retaliated with his own strike, "Super Finger Pistol!"

The two fought back and forth, leaving the navy on the other side dumbfounded.

why?

"Naval Six Styles, when did so many people learn them? Aren't they all pirates?" The Marines felt it was a bit like a dream.

The Six Styles are a closely guarded secret of the Navy.

"Hmph, what's so strange about a guy who used to be a naval officer knowing the Six Powers?"

Smoker, with a cigar in his mouth, had a gloomy expression.

Why is this man, Monkey D. Dragon, in a place like this?

That's not all. There are quite a few people in the Navy's high command who know Monkey D. Dragon's identity. As Zephyr's student, he knows this much.

When the God Valley Incident ended, the Marines that Vice Admiral Garp personally protected ended up becoming the World Government's most troublesome enemy.

It's not surprising that the original Navy knew the Six Powers, but how come a pirate is so proficient in using them?

"Oh, everyone's here."

Russell glanced back and saw his men and the navy facing off.

Then I saw the white-haired creature, and my eyes lit up immediately.

"Is that the old smoker who calls himself the White Hunter? I was originally going to come find you, but I made a deal with this guy first."

Smoker is still easy to recognize.

There aren't many white hairs on the sea.

Even now, the person I see most often is Ella.

"Devil Russell!"

Smoker roared, his upper body detached and turned into smoke, and he charged forward wielding a seven-foot-long sword.

"That's a stereotype. Are you really that reckless?"

Russell drew Muramasa, his domineering aura swirling around the blade, and slashed down.

He casually said, "You guys keep shopping, I'll take care of things here."

"Arrogant! Do you think I'm not here?" Smoker yelled.

"Forget about you. If your teacher, that old guy Zephyr, were here, maybe it would be alright."

Russell grinned, and the instant Muramasa and Smoker's weapons made contact, a tremendous force sent Smoker flying.

"Heat Breath!"

Flames condensed in Russell's mouth, then spun rapidly, unleashing a wave of heat.

Before Smoker could even regain his footing in mid-air, a wave of red fire engulfed him.

"Sighing Smoke!"

Smoke burst forth from his hands, colliding with the heat wave. Smoker was sweating profusely. That guy is clearly only a Zoan type, so why is he acting like he ate the Flame-Flame Fruit?

If anyone could unleash flames, even dogs wouldn't eat the Flame-Flame Fruit.

"Is your strength only enough to handle direct confrontation?"

In a world completely obscured by smoke and flames, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Starfall Dragon Fist!"

Smoker looked up, his eyes wide, and as soon as he raised his hand, his body felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.

Chapter 86 Ah, the clumsy Crocodile

boom!

Smoker's body was sent flying with a thud, as if he had been hit by something.

"You have neither physical strength nor ability, so all you can do is bully those pirates who haven't even made it to the Grand Line. Is this the justice you uphold?"

Russell appeared in mid-air and then stomped Smoker under his foot.

"It's such a disappointment that someone like this is hailed as a Navy supernova. No wonder that old guy Garp wanted to invite me to join the Navy. He must be really afraid of a generational gap."

While believing that young naval soldiers represent the future, we must also respect objective reality.

This ocean is the place where talent is most valued.

If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Geniuses who grow up within a system eventually have their limits; they are not as good as pirates who grow wildly on the high seas and make their own way in the world.

"Russell!"

Smoker struggled to get up from the ground, but found himself completely powerless to struggle, and couldn't even transform into an elemental.

"The Smoke-Smoke Fruit is a waste on you. I will help you develop it properly."

Russell reached out and lifted Smoker up.

"Are you going to kill him?" The dragon slowly walked over from the other side.

"I am a pirate, not a murderer."

Russell grinned and said, "Don't worry, stealing abilities doesn't mean the original user will die. In fact, Devil Fruits that like to find their owners may even reappear next to their original owners."

He knew that Monkey D. Dragon was worried about his son, whom he had only met a few times, and what would happen if the son died after the Devil Fruit was stolen.

Who would do business with you if you killed their child?

He preferred watching people have fun to killing.

Just like how people always think of Kaido when they mention dragons, Russell is unhappy about it. Who isn't a dragon? He'll just steal Kaido's Fish-Fish Fruit and give him a Snake-Snake Fruit instead.

"The Revolutionary Army has a few Devil Fruits here. I can send them to you if you need them."

Monkey D. Dragon glanced at Smoker, who had been tossed aside, and said, "He has an old man backing him up, and he's been quite active in the Grand Line lately."

"You mean Zephyr, right?"

Russell stretched out his hand, and smoke swirled around him—this was the method of a Logia-type Devil Fruit user.

"An old man with asthma, he's from a bygone era."

Russell grinned and said, "Underground boxing, huh? I'd love to have a go at him. Unfortunately, the old men in the Navy are all stubborn to the bone. Otherwise, they would understand that the Navy's problem isn't with the Navy itself, but with the World Government behind it!"

Zephyr ultimately failed to see the truth in his decision to destroy the world and eliminate pirates.

As long as such a world government exists, pirates will continue to appear in an endless stream.

To eliminate pirates, we must address the root cause!

“Unfortunately, Professor Zephyr does not agree with our ideas.” Monkey D. Dragon shook his head.

When he first joined the Navy, although most of the Navy personnel did not know his identity, the higher-ups were aware of it because of his connection with Garp.