"Lord Jorah, we've spotted a very strange ship ahead."
On a turbulent sea, on a pirate ship filled with artistic distortions, a pirate lowers his binoculars from the lookout tower and shouts at the parasol bar on the deck.
"A very strange ship?"
Many pirates on the ship came to the railing to see what was going on.
On a deck chair under a parasol, a robust middle-aged woman with triangular-framed glasses, striking sharp features, curly hair, and lip gloss put down her juice, straightened up, and looked over.
"This ship looks terrifying, could it be a ghost ship?!"
"It's not even dark yet. Aren't ghost ships supposed to appear at night?"
"They don't fly a pirate flag, so they're not pirates."
"If we don't stop, we'll collide with them."
Some timid pirates swallowed hard, feeling the ominous and terrifying presence of the Death Ship as the distance between them grew closer.
"Whoa hohohoho~"
"We need to bypass it and head to Dressrosa to meet up with Torrepol and the others. The young master said he wants to carry out the takeover plan."
Jorah lay back down on the recliner. She had come with a mission from the young master and didn't want any unforeseen complications.
Moreover, the ship looked abnormal at first glance.
The yin energy is extremely strong.
It doesn't seem like something from the mortal world.
"Yes!"
"Helmsman, change course."
"Roger that!"
There was a brief flurry of activity on deck, and soon the ship began to veer off course.
"Something's not right, that ship has changed direction too."
"They're coming for us."
On the lookout tower, a pirate lowered his binoculars.
"Ready to fight."
Jorah jumped up from the recliner, her slightly ugly face hardening. "I'd like to see who's looking for death."
"Yes!"
In an instant, all the pirates were fully armed and ready to go, each equipped with the most advanced muskets, and their cannons were also aimed at the slowly approaching skull ship.
"Strange, there seems to be no one on the ship."
"Could it really be a ghost ship?"
"Is there vegetation on the ghost ship?"
As the two sides drew closer, many people swallowed hard, for there was no sign of life on the strange and eerie ship. Was this twilight truly a ghostly sight?
"Shh!"
Just as everyone was stunned, a figure appeared out of thin air on the previously empty ship railing, crouching down and looking down at them with a chilling expression.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ghost!"
That moment.
All the pirates' hair stood on end, and they all retreated in horror.
The atmosphere had already reached that point.
In addition, the sudden appearance of the virus could have caused people with heart conditions to die on the spot. Even Jora was startled and almost lost control of her bladder, despite being menopausal at her age.
boom! ! !
Several pirate guns misfired, and bullets whistled towards Hermes.
Hermes had originally intended to have a conversation, but these pirates showed no sportsmanship and started firing bullets right away.
That's really street smart.
The iron block bulged.
The bullets felt like a tickle when they hit me.
Hermes was also a tyrannical person with zero tolerance for pirates and thugs, especially since they had attacked him. The coolest way to deal with them was, of course, to retaliate in kind.
"Gatling."
He raised both hands to make a gun gesture, and began to unleash a continuous barrage of finger strikes.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
The rhythmic sounds, occasionally piercing flesh, created the most beautiful symphony. Rows of pirates screamed and fell, and the deck was instantly stained red with blood.
"Damn it, it's the enemy."
"Fire! Fire!"
"kill him."
The pirates weren't intimidated and reacted at lightning speed.
The rocket launchers are being deployed.
It perfectly illustrated what a battle at sea is all about; the counterattack was fluid and efficient, with not a single step superfluous.
However, all the attacks that hit Hermes only produced black smoke and tore his clothes, and did nothing else.
"Destructive art".
Jorah, who was standing to the side, couldn't sit still any longer.
He immediately launched an attack using the power of the Art Fruit.
A large amount of transparent smoke, like bubbles and clouds, shot out from his palm and rushed towards Hermes.
Any target hit by the smoke will become an artwork in Jora's imagination, and whether it is flat or round is up to Jora.
Hermes wasn't stupid either.
He knew that there were many Devil Fruit abilities in the world of One Piece that could decide the outcome of a fight, and this ugly old lady was obviously a Devil Fruit user, so it was better not to touch her.
They vanished instantly from the ship's railing, reappearing four meters away, grabbing a pirate and throwing him into the transparent smoke.
At the moment of collision.
The pirate had turned into a twisted human-shaped vase, rolling erratically on the ground. Although he hadn't lost his life, he couldn't even stand up.
"Hooray! You actually dodged my attack! How annoying!"
A sickeningly sweet, coquettish voice escaped Jorah's lips as she cupped her face in her hands and swayed her slender body, delivering a devastating blow to Hermes.
Looking at her figure below the neck, Jora has a pretty good figure, with her curves accentuated by the long dress.
But with that wrinkled face covered in paint, and her age of sixty or seventy, it's hard for any normal person to resist her acting cute and coquettish like a young girl.
Hermes clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost couldn't ejaculate.
"Crescent Moon".
Hermes didn't hold back either, kicking with his right foot to create a one-meter-high crescent-shaped white slash that tore through the deck and hurtled towards Jorah.
"Storm Kick, are you a Marine?"
Jorah hurriedly dodged away, his expression serious.
As a member of the Don Quixote family, Jorah was naturally worldly-wise.
She could tell at a glance that Hermes' attack was the Navy's Six Styles Tempest Kick, which made her suspect that Hermes was a Navy soldier.
"You've got some knowledge!"
As Hermes spoke, his footwork continued relentlessly. He kicked out several times, taking down the surrounding pirates, and then kicked out at Jora. This kick used the Mini-Mini Fruit, making the Tempest Kick exceptionally large.
Jorah's hair stood on end.
It was only a little over a meter tall a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it was over ten meters tall, and the pirate ship cracked open.
The opponent's Tempest Kick doesn't seem to be the Tempest Kick I'm familiar with. Are the Six Styles of the Navy really that terrifying?
Madfak.
"Heavenly Art".
Jorah, enraged, began to unleash his ultimate attack.
More colorful clouds spewed from his hands, quickly covering the surroundings, turning everything in their path into murals or works of art, including some pirates.
When Lan's feet came into contact with the clouds, they turned into colors, then sprayed as paint all over the ground, completely losing their sharp and destructive power.
"Hooray! I'm an artist who ate the fruit of art! Who are you anyway?!"
"The fruits of art?"
Hermes pondered, no wonder the other party looked familiar. Wasn't this the Heavenly Demon Donquixote Doflamingo, or "Little Ming's" subordinate?
They've already made enemies with Xiaoming as soon as they set sail?
The pressure suddenly increased!
"If you've got the guts, state your name. I am a subordinate of Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."
Seeing Hermes stop attacking, Jorah made a harsh statement. In her eyes, the young master was invincible. From the moment they robbed the Celestial Gold and forced the World Government to recognize the young master as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, their status had already risen.
Not everyone is qualified to oppose the Don Quixote family.
They must be scared of some nobody.
Those are the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Since the Navy announced the Seven Warlords of the Sea, only four have been confirmed in total, and the young master is one of them.
In the underworld, the young master is even more of a dark emperor.
Who can rival the young master?