Fire Fist of the Rebirth Pirate Comes to the World

That's right, the principle and the process of this purple fire had never been explored by Ace, or rather, after making his initial investigation, he became so enamored with the power of the new power that he couldn't help himself, only thinking about how to use it, rather than understanding it at all.

The Great Bear was right, what he ate was not the fruit of flame, nor was it the fruit of temperature; what he took was the burning fruit of the natural system.

The flame is just a product of "burning", and he is not a mere flame controller, but rather a creator, and all he has to do is to control how to "burn", not just raise the temperature of the flame.

"What a foolish thing to do, why haven't I realized that I've come to like this feeling from the bottom of my heart, this blazing, burning feeling!"

Big Bear's heartfelt golden words touched Ace deeply, and it was only when he touched the cold, piercing water and lost his own ability to burn the fruit that his entire body truly woke up.

"What foolishness, why haven't I realized that I've come to like this feeling this blazing, burning feeling from the bottom of my heart!"

It turned out that what one really wanted was not the so-called power, but the freedom that had never been forgotten since the beginning, as unbridled as a flame.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait so long!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ace brought up an abrupt wind that straightened his entire body off the ice and floating in the air.

The flame, a red flame as passionate as life, burned in his hands, twisted, confused, mysterious and unquenchable life breath filled in it, this is from the domineering life like vitality, there is no longer any incandescent or white gold, the color of the flame, should be like this.

Immediately after, a streak of azure flame appeared between his hands, the blue fire radiating a cool color through Ace's palms, straight as a deep blue tide, its breath had both the fury and chaos of the deceased's unwillingness, and the frosty coldness of the Underworld Abyss.

"Let us fight together again!"

As if it was a mundane sound from the soul, making the two different attributes of the flames in Ace's hands slightly tremble, in the blink of an eye into countless bright starlight, he now stretched out his hands, violent and cold flames continue to emerge from his hands, but emitted a purple mild light, no longer the previous horrifying atmosphere that wanted to choose and devour.

Ace raised his hands that were emitting purple flames high, and a dazzling light that could not be looked at directly emitted from them, this was the light of the flame, not the domineering or ghostly power contained in it, there was not a trace of breath flowing in the flame at all, it was just the most original and indescribable light of the flame!

This is burning!

Bring warmth and light to the flame that burns!

"I like my brother the most" meditation, Ace seemed to hear such warm words, but seemed to be filled with an inexhaustible amount of happiness.

Ace quietly looked at the bright purple flame beside him and grinned, only to feel the world before him open up, as if stepping into a wonderful new world that had never been seen before, and his heart was suddenly horrified, ecstatic, ashamed, and appreciative as the tide rushed and intertwined, and in excitement, his eyebrows danced, and he couldn't help but want to cheer wildly.

"Although you have never been ahead of me, and I have been reluctantly catching up, wait, I will one day be waiting for you at the end!"

--Wait for me, Whitebeard!

It was the night that Ace roared out the most heroic declaration of his life, ever.

Chapter 21 - The week that decided the winner

A succession of high-voltage air cannons hit Doda who had turned into a panda, causing him to retract a pair of arms that were trying to pick up an iron rod that was two meters away from him again, and the multiple traumas he was suffering from could only now hide behind a half-cut ice pick and gasp for air, the sweat at his forehead running down his black-and-white cheeks and rushing out a faint trail on his face that was covered in blood-soaked snow.

The stored electricity gloves worn by Doda's two palms were almost only less than 10% of the current left, but the power of the air cannon that kept coming from the distance did not show any sign of weakening, once he was forced to expose his position, then not to mention the old captain who was searching the battlefield for the silhouettes of the people, would immediately swing his sword in a furious cut in his direction, and Gondor, who had hidden his breath early on, would also launch a killing attack at the first opportunity.

"No, absolutely not to fall down right here, I haven't seen the boss become a pirate king, I haven't seen little Naz grow up, I haven't seen my cousin and the boss get married together, how can I fall down like this"

Doda paused, remembering his most important man, and seemed to be filled with strength once again, "It will be done, hide your breath and make the killing blow! Even if it hurts the other side!"

"Haha, there you are, little panda."

Doda, who was immersed in the fantasy he had created, did not notice that a figure was less than ten meters away from him, and this distance was enough to be the death knell for him.

Cuenca, dressed in an old-fashioned tattered naval uniform, in a burst of laughter, raised his long knife and infused it with eight points of strength, and the abstruse power of the blade rose so high that even with only eight points of strength, it was enough to cut down the snowy mountain in front of the two men until it collapsed.

The first time I saw him, he was in the middle of the battlefield, and the second time I saw him, he was in the middle of the battlefield, and the third time I saw him, he was in the middle of the battlefield.

The Warship Killing Blade, where it cut was indestructible and unbreakable, the destructive intent of the blade was like an invincible battleship that crisscrossed the four seas, the pure overbearing impact, its power was comparable to a volcanic tsunami.

It was just an encounter maneuver, but Cuenca didn't hesitate to show any mercy!

At the critical moment, it was two menacing red laser rays that shot straight at Cuenca, who was still gathering momentum, bound to save Doda, who was in danger, even if it meant hindering the other party's actions.

"Haha, the second one came out on its own." Cuenca laughed with full carelessness, the long blade closed and released, instantly cutting out a sharp blade, the strength of the blade was rigid and overbearing, the originally invincible second ray of laser light had been cut open by the other party's blade!

"Miscalculation." Hiding in the shadows, Grace's heart sank, his position was exposed, and he immediately prepared to dodge, and it was just as he thought, almost right at Grace's heels, a curved scimitar chopped into the ice, crumbling a crack.

Almost as soon as Grace and Gondor showed themselves, more men began to move in, and as soon as Gondor's blow failed, Morgan opened his fingers, drawing moisture from the air.

The essence of Fisherman's karate is to compress the moisture in the air, in the form of an "impact" wave, to penetrate everything through the water in the atmosphere, it's a power concentrated killing weapon! And Morgan's true nature was originally a sharp-toothed great white shark cruising the depths of the dome!

Giant explosions rang out, like meteorites heavily crashing into the surface of the glacier, and the violent, almost typhoon waves shook out a large avalanche of icebergs thousands of feet around directly.

"Holy shit!" When Hulk saw Morgan being hit hard by an air cannon that came down from the sky onto the ice, smashing a huge hole dozens of meters deep and burying his entire body in snow, he couldn't care less about the risk of being discovered, and cursed at the bear who was firing the cannon from high above, and rushed straight at Cuenca who was breaking out in a big way.

"Yeah, that's what a real man does!" Cuenca laughed maniacally and raised his sword forward, where the long blade reached, the blade was horizontal, straight into no man's land, Hulk was only one face, and a hideous scar was cut out of his chest.

The first step you need to take as a warrior is to get close enough to your enemy.

And the second step was to make yourself forget about fear in the face of an enemy of disparate strength.

So Hulk stood up again, his body as red as if he had been placed into a boiling boiler, his body emitting curling steam around him, and even the knife scar on his chest seemed to be gradually healing.

"Oh, is it a body technique similar to the 'Life Return'?" Cuenca stared at the other man with interest, and did not rush forward, but in his eyes, there was another person transformed into a black mane, passing through the drifting snowflakes like a phantom, with the strange sound of "ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh" laughter, no, it is not quite accurate to say that it was a person, because this guy was the dead Brooke.

"Interesting." Cuenca drew his blade and stepped, the ten foot radius of the icy land shattering like dust, and right now, all they needed was just - cut!

"Come on, let's fight!"

"Overcoming fear is a prerequisite to becoming strong."

Standing at a high place that could provide a panoramic view of the entire battlefield, Big Bear said in a low voice, "Although it is only a temporary exercise, it can inspire the deepest fears in their hearts, and after their initial powerlessness, they will eventually find the courage to face it, as they will realize that apart from death, the only way left for them is to resist."

The big bear's words left Yuna, who was standing quietly behind him, speechless and even somewhat in agreement that a competent warrior was actually far more afraid of death than anyone else, but because they were afraid, it was all the more important for them to survive at all costs.

And she, indeed, couldn't just die, she couldn't live without Ace, and she couldn't live without Naz.

"What several of them need is simply the determination to become strong, and Enylu has found his own path, but you and the other two are different" the big bear pointed at Naz and Cornelius who were trapped in two huge bubbles respectively, "one doesn't know how to use his own Power, one can't even give birth to the thought of fighting this bubble was taken out of them, in other words their own power, and if they can't make it beyond their original limit, time will come when they will be subjected to the repercussions of all their own power."

"They're just ordinary children and little girls," Yuna said coldly, looking at Naz with growing concern.

"But they're a warrior now." The Great Bear didn't back down from that, instead he said quietly, "You don't have to worry, that's as much power as their bodies can handle, it's not fatal, but you"

He took a set of information from the bible folder in his hand and handed it to Yuna, who took it with confusion and couldn't take her eyes off it once she saw the title on the first page.

--Gunfighting!

"This is?" Yuna just roughly skimmed through the first few pages, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her mind working out the various formulas on its own, the information on it was so appalling that even a cursory glance at it had already moved her to her senses.

"It's the only thing I can do for you guys, though I can't guarantee that it's going to line up, but forget it."

Looking at the bear's indifferent face, an indefinable realization crossed Yuna's mind, a woman's intuition is to hold a considerable amount of trust, the bear's eyes deep hiding a trace of desolation, she felt, as if standing in front of their eyes is not the dreadful "tyrant bear", but a lonely hero whose life is about to end.

"The most important thing now is to raise the strength to a new level in the only week's time, by means of this magical gun fighting technique!

"After all, it's the last week to decide the winner."