A Duel of Two Ds. Rayleigh shrugged helplessly, "Ara ara, who would have thought someone could recover under such circumstances? I can't help it!"
"Go ahead and heal! You're seriously injured!"
Roger chuckled, and Rayleigh didn't oppose. He quickly returned to the side of the members of the Roger Pirates. Soon, Crocus began to examine Rayleigh's injuries.
After a while, he frowned and said, "This needs a full bandage. Rayleigh, let's go back to the ship. The advanced medical equipment is all there."
"Mr. Crocus, is Mr. Rayleigh okay?" Buggy hurriedly asked.
"Don't worry, kid. I'm not that easy to die!" Rayleigh laughed loudly. Then he glanced at Roger, who was confronting Grimm. "The key is, Roger over there—when he gets serious, he's very terrifying!"
"Pirate King? What an unexpected challenge!" Facing the somewhat scruffy-looking big man in front of him, if his beard grew longer, wouldn't he be Plank? Grimm muttered to himself.
"Pirate King? I can't take that title!" Roger suddenly replied, making Grimm stunned.
Earlier, Grimm had spoken very softly, even he himself didn't hear clearly, yet Roger at such a distance still heard him.
"Then I wish you early on to become the Pirate King! I believe in you, you will realize your dream someday. Holy Light bless you!" Grimm straightforwardly said.
Roger was a little stunned by Grimm's words. He originally wanted to knock Grimm flying, but now he didn't. In fact, he even found Grimm a little cute.
But, of course, fights must go on. You can't just stop because the other side flattered you.
Grimm sighed helplessly. Looks like he can't escape now—he's probably going to lose another Resurrection Coin.
At this moment, Grimm suddenly thought that he could use the "Silver Hand" in a fight against Roger. Although its attack power was low, it was tough.
He said as he retracted the Ashbringer, and the glow of the Silver Hand immediately radiated out.
[Silver Hand Equipment]: Strength -90%, Toughness +90%, Healing +90%.
Come on, let's hurt each other!
"Hammer?" Roger's expression hardened, and a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "Could it be that the hammer is your real weapon? Weren't you not serious just now?"
With that, Roger started to get serious.
Everyone's face changed in surprise. Even Rayleigh, who was halfway to walking away, turned his head back. "Was he underestimating me just now?"
Then Grimm summoned his legs with force, charging toward Roger with enough momentum to flip a warship.
Looking at Grimm's imposing stance, Roger drew his sword horizontally, radiating an unmatched, formidable aura.
Swish!
Suddenly, Roger disappeared from the spot. When Grimm caught sight of Roger's figure, he suddenly felt an incredible aura behind him. His body froze, controlled, and turned around—then came a blow.
"Still a long way to go!"
Roger's sword, wrapped in Armament Haki, instantly blocked Grimm's great hammer.
Suddenly, Roger's expression changed slightly because he found he couldn't draw his sword out anymore.
Looking straight ahead, he saw Grimm tightly gripping his Western sword with his hand, blood streaming from his palm as the sword's edge cut him, but he remained unmoving, wearing an extremely lewd smile on his face.
"Take this, Pirate King!"
Grimm grinned and let his sword slash across the right side of his body, then threw the Silver Hand at Roger.
"Knight's Judgment!" A blow struck Roger's face.
Two seconds later—
Roger: "Huh! It doesn't hurt or itch?"
Grimm: "Huh! Toughness is good. My hand doesn't hurt or itch at all!"
Roger kicked Grimm, and they both retreated again.
Roger was a bit confused. This guy's attacks could hurt Rayleigh, so why did they have no deterrent effect on him? Even though he wrapped himself in Armament Haki, his attack power was too small.
Moreover, Roger thought his own attacks were very strong—twice as powerful as Rayleigh's—yet he only left a completely inconspicuous scar on Grimm's body, which healed instantly. Although this guy could heal, the speed of recovery was obviously more than twice as fast as before.
"The Immortal Angel!"
"See, Sikal was right!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Roger swung his sword one after another. Grimm only blocked attacks aimed at his head; he didn't bother with other places, just casually using [Holy Light].
"Hehehehe..."
Grimm was internally ecstatic. As expected, his proficiency with the Silver Hand instantly increased by 1%.
Seeing Grimm suddenly grin with an extremely lewd expression, Roger couldn't help but look at him curiously and asked: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's so interesting..."
Grimm raised his head, and the Holy Light continued to fall, healing his wounds. Even though he had 90% toughness, he thought no one in this world could hurt him anymore. But unexpectedly, Roger's moves were deadly, and each use of the Silver Hand greatly increased his proficiency.
"Great! Roger, I'm really happy to meet you. I know I'm no match for you, but I won't give up—(training proficiency)..."
"You little monster!" Roger grinned.
Monster?
"You're a monster too!"
Listening to their conversation, others couldn't help but have a dark expression: "Are you all monsters or what?!"
The fight continued. With Roger's keen insight, he had already identified Grimm's weakness.
No matter how much he ignored his injuries—legs broken, arms cut off, even a big hole in his chest where his heart was—Grimm wouldn't care. You could say he was fighting without regard for his life, whatever it took.
Even when facing many madmen in his youth—Whitebeard, the Golden Lion, the World Destroyer, and the aloof Redfield, or even the infamous 'Mad Dog' Cap—compared to this kid, they were all brothers.
Of course, Grimm's completely attackless hammer strikes on Roger, he didn't even bother to use attack skills—since they didn't hurt! He even didn't bother to use Armament Haki.
But after such a long fight, Roger had already figured out the problem.
That was, no matter where Grimm was attacked, he would protect one spot—the head.
Once he realized this, Roger started testing. All attacks were directed at Grimm's head.
And he found out—yes, the weak point was the head. But then, the question arose: why, when Rayleigh attacked Grimm's head before, Grimm still fully revived?
Roger thought for a long time and finally concluded: "Does this guy have some restriction after his head is blown up?"
Recalling his recent fight with Rayleigh, Roger remembered that if Grimm's head was blown off, a beam of divine light would appear, piercing the sky and earth. Other places only emitted faint golden light.
A smile appeared at Roger's lips. He fully attacked Grimm's head, with bullets and sword qi continuously assaulting him. Grimm's lips curled slightly: "Oh? You've found the weakness?"
But Grimm was unfazed. With 90% toughness, plus [Insightful Holy Seal] and [Blessing of Wisdom], it was very hard to hit his head.
And every time he attacked the head, the attack line was very obvious—how big is the head, after all?
So Grimm could very accurately predict Roger's next move.
The battle then fell into a stalemate.
The other members of Roger's crew looked on speechlessly. What were these two doing?
Roger kept poking Grimm's head, and Grimm kept blocking, with no other change.
This kind of fight—just looking at it, there were only two words: So Boring.
Originally, Buggy, full of passion, was already dozing with his eyelids drooping. So boring!
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