Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

The cadres of the Don Quixote family, there are still eight people left!

At this moment, they received an order from Doflamingo:

Even if it is desperate, it will take half an hour until the people of the World Government arrive in the Kingdom of Aden!

After all, being on the battlefield, these eight cadres have no time to think deeply about Brother Doflamingo's intentions.

But as a member of the family, they have complete trust in Doflamingo!

Therefore, almost in an instant, these eight cadres each broke out their strongest combat power.

As Doflamingo ordered—

Desperately!

…

"I said, I said... it's going too far, you!"

The sticky fruit ability Torrepol rushed to the front.

The killed Jorah and Sugar were both members of his special ability unit, among which Sugar was an indispensable key role for the Don Quixote family.

The killing of these two people at the same time means that the entire plan of the Don Quixote family has to be readjusted, and the loss is not too big!

Because of this, Torrepol was extremely angry.

"I said, you will pay the price!"

He jumped up dragging his sticky body, waved the scepter in his hand, and slammed Rowan from behind.

Swish!

The top of the metal scepter fell, but was stopped in the air by the black spear that Rowan turned around and swung horizontally.

Ding!

The two sides collided, making a harsh collision sound.

Torrepol's face suddenly turned ugly, and he only felt that his arm was numb, and the tiger's mouth burst with blood.

Good weight!

Looking at the pitch-black spear, Torrepol couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Is it armed domineering?

Just being armed and domineering, can it bring him such amazing power?

Or, that Ryan Rowan's own physical strength has reached a "terrifying" state? !

No matter what the answer is, continuing to confront him head-on is an act of courting death.

Torrepol made a quick decision, tossing up his sticky robe.

The so-called "robe" is actually a large amount of mucus secreted by the sticky fruit ability.

This slime is extremely tough and viscous and can be used both offensively and defensively.

At the same time, this slime is flammable, and a little flame can cause a violent explosion!

At this time, Torrepol was planning to use this characteristic of his own mucus.

He first threw out the slime robe, stained with Rowan's black gun, and at the same time, his figure burst back, and a little spark appeared from the tip of the scepter in his hand.

The sparks landed on the slime, igniting it immediately, and spreading to Rowan's direction.

boom!

In an instant, with a violent roar, Rowan's figure was engulfed by the fire.

"Huh, huh..."

Torrepol gasped heavily, "I said, I said, even if it is a natural devil fruit, if the 'sand' is affected by the 'high temperature', it will still be injured a little bit!"

But just when he relaxed slightly, he suddenly felt something on his arm.

Turning his head to look, Torrepol found that it turned out to be a "wire" that bound his forearm.

Is it Dover's ability?

Torrepol narrowed his eyes and noticed the strangeness.

It wasn't Doflamingo's silk thread, but a black thread made of grit!

The other end of the line is connected to the mass of fire that gradually disappeared.

The black spear waved, dispelling the flames, revealing Rowan's body that was completely wrapped in a domineering aura of armament.

Full body armed color domineering!

The flame skipped the black "armor" and could not cause substantial damage to Rowan at all.

Seeing this scene, Torrepol instantly felt his scalp tingle.

He just wanted to step back, but found that he was actually pulled by the black line on Rowan's left hand.

The violent sandstorm began to gather in the palm of Rowan's left hand, and gradually spread to the black line.

The closer you got to Torrepol, the bigger the sandstorm became.

It looked like an incorporeal beast, opened its **** mouth, and swallowed Torrepol in one bite.

Whoa!

Those violent gravels were like the previous flames, instantly swallowing Torrepol's body!

"Wow ah ah!"

Torrepol's screams came from the sandstorm.

Seeing this, the other Don Quixote family officials couldn't sit still.

Fighter Rao G let out a low growl, clenched his fists and rushed forward.

This burly old man is a master of Diweng Quan, whose strength comes from the illness and pain of the elderly, which can be described as a kind of "more and more powerful" boxing.

He is loyal to the Don Quixote family and is Jorah's card friend. At this moment, his heart is naturally full of fire.

"There is a flaw, G!"

Rao G's hands were in the posture of the English letter G, and he stepped towards Rowan's back.

The Profound Truth of Diweng Boxing - G's Mark!

boom!

This is Rao G's strongest move. No one has ever been able to continue to stand after this move.

But at this moment, Rao G's eyes widened.

Because the touch from his fists is not the feeling of hitting the human body at all!

Rao G quickly took out his reading glasses from his pocket and looked up.

I saw Rowan inserted his black gun on the ground beside him, and clenched his fists with both hands, posing a posture of some kind of fighting technique.

His elbows and knees closed, blocking the "G-mark" with the power of breaking mountains and rocks!

What surprised Rao G the most was that Rowan did not maintain a domineering posture of full-body armor, but simply blocked his move with his own fighting skills!

"This... this is impossible..."

Rao G's reading glasses shook.

On the other hand, Rowan smiled and set up his posture, and then waved to Rao G.

"Come."

A single word seemed to make Rao G realize something, and his expression instantly became extremely angry.

"Don't look down on me!"

The muscles all over his body exploded, his strength increased several times, and he punched again.

Rowan turned sideways, fiddled with Rao G's fist with his shoulder, then shook his body violently, turned his left fist into a palm, and pushed it directly to Rao G's chin.

boom!

Rao G flew up in the air, his eyes rolled up, he felt dizzy, and his consciousness had already flown away from his body.

"G..."

He murmured in his mouth, trying to regain his consciousness.

But in the next second, Rowan suddenly raised his right leg, the sole of his foot crossed Rao G's body, and then fell with a bang!

boom!

The heel hit Rao G directly, and with a roar, Rao G was embedded in the ground.

The smoke dissipated.

Rowan jumped slightly, the fingers of both hands swayed, and finally recovered from the fighting stance.

Senorpic noticed Rowan's movements, and Diamanti frowned on the same side:

"Hey, did he mean that?"

"Ahahahaha, is it what we think, let's try it!"

Diamanti pulled out the long sword from his waist and activated the flying fruit ability, turning the sword into a soft but deadly curved shape.

Rowan grinned.

He waved away the sandstorm around Torrepol, causing the dying Torrepol to fall to the ground.

After that, Luo Wen didn't even go to get his black gun, but grabbed it with both hands out of thin air.

The surrounding gravel immediately began to respond to Rowan's movements.

Countless gravels gathered and attached to Rowan's body into a thick set of heavy armor.

The honor guard not far away seemed to have been ordered to plant the flag in his hand on the ground, and then threw the great sword on his waist and the shield of the soldier on the side to Rowan.

Rowan, who was in heavy armor, took the sword and shield, slowly exhaled, and turned to look at Diamanti.

Diamanti - Swordsman, gladiator, and future king of the Dressrosa Arena.

Rowan, wearing heavy gravel armor, holding a sword and shield, smiled and looked at Diamanti.

At that moment, the remaining six cadres understood what Rowan meant.

The [Golden Dawn] in front of him wants to defeat them in what they are best at - defeat them!