One Piece: Tyrant Bear

A man stepped out of the armor.

Thin, weird, with an ifi on his head to receive signals.

There was a flash of lightning, and he came out, carrying a knife.

"Clap clap."

The palms slapped, and biscuit powder appeared around them, gathering together.

Quickly condense into a soldier, armor soldier, one is not enough, the second, the third.

"superior."

"Bang bang."

Under the powerful attack and armed arrogance, the biscuit soldiers shattered.

Cracker sneered: "It's useless, my soldiers will recover infinitely, no matter how many times you break them, they will recover."

"Clap clap."

With the regular slapping of the palms, the biscuits condense together and become solid soldiers.

Cracker stood back, using soldiers to protect himself, and sent some soldiers forward to attack.

He can consume dead bears without using his hands at all.

"It's useless, your attack is useless to them, even if you smash them, they can still recover."

"Clap clap."

The soldier stood up, intact.

The bear's attack was ineffective and had no effect.

"The biscuit fruit is very strong. You know how to protect yourself, but what you don't know is that the more you protect yourself, the more you are weak."

His weakness is himself.

There is another one, afraid of water, the bear can't find the water for a while.

Not everyone is as beautiful as Nami, holding a weather stick, rubbing and rubbing water.

"Hey, is it?"

"Clap clap."

The palms were slapped, and the soldiers appeared and surrounded them. It was basically impossible for the bear to get close.

"Pressure cannon."

"Push the pressure cannon hard."

With crazy output, the pressure cannons rushed over one by one and exploded.

With a bang, the mushroom cloud rose, and taking advantage of the opportunity, the bear teleported.

"The armed color is hardened."

"Got you."

"Boom."

With one punch, the power explodes.

The ground vibrated and sank.

The cracker was in the middle, and the fist hit him on the head, sinking his whole body into the mud.

The soldiers around him realized that it was too late.

"puff."

"Boom."

Another punch hit him on the head.

With two punches, the facial features were deformed, and the face was ferocious.

"Waves. Salt Burrito."

Quickly drawing the sword, he couldn't let the bear continue to bombard him.

The pain made his face grim.

"I'm going to kill you, bastard."

"Clap clap."

"Clap clap."

Palms slapped and cookie soldiers appeared, not one, not two, not three.

There are many, surrounded one by one.

"Roll. Pretzel."

With a desperate move, Cracker didn't intend to continue to hide his clumsiness, and he had to use all his strength to deal with this person.