One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

A man who can challenge a white beard and survive is definitely not a derogatory word.

Being the most powerful man in the world, White Beard possesses unparalleled power, and his punches and feet are immensely dignified. Throughout his life, he has fought too much to see all kinds of enemies. Like Croquedale, he has seen a lot of blind arrogance in challenging his new recruits.

It's a challenge, but it's a duel!

Too few people have survived, even for so many years, only Croquedar alone!

It is a great honor for the world to survive under a white beard. He himself sees it as a disgrace to himself.

When the challenge failed to survive, Clockdale was badly wounded, once only one step away from death, struggling on the brink of life and death, and finally resurrected, with great strength.

Clockdall has always been a ruthless, overbearing, senseless man on the surface, but his heart is hotter and more sensitive than anyone else's.

Little brother's dead, makes him crazy.

“Ah ah ah ah ah! ”

Croquedar's face was gloomy, and his body was covered with sand grains, instantly turning into a sand god.

In front of him, the sandstorms swept across the earth, the winds whistled and swept thousands of metres.

This sand, it blends with his corrosion, dried sand! Powerful in nature, dense and numb, as if a layer of cloudy mountains were falling into the sea.

Countless navies watched the sand whistle past and over their bodies. It seemed like a quality-free sand stream, turned into wind, passed through their bodies.

Unconsciously, the skin of a platoon of naval soldiers became dry, wrinkled and silent, turning into a platoon of unconscious dry corpses that had long lost their lives.

Only a few powerful navies survived the storm when their faces changed dramatically.

It was a catastrophe, and a massive sandstorm took Croquedal's anger at losing a companion and pronounced him dead to his enemies.

The sandstorm lasted for more than thirty breaths and brought the whole sky and battlefield to an end.

The red dog struggled out of the sand stream, the lava rolling room, barely converging in human form, able to separate his appearance.

“Crocodile, you pissed me off! ”

Sweep around, red dog furious.

As a result, thousands of naval fighters lost their lives and turned into a dry body.

He stepped out, attacked Clockdall, squeezed his right fist tight, and rotated a lot of magma, forming a huge fist shape.

“Cruel, cruel pirate scum like you, die here today! ”

Swinging violently with his right hand, the massive magma bubbles in high temperatures “mumble" and rushes towards Clockdale.

Clockdall looked up coldly, and he saw that giant lava fist, like a meteorite, telling the fall, with terrible power.

“Sandbox! ”

His right fist tightened quickly, and a large amount of sand emerged from the void, converging on his right hand, after which he swung.

The sand grains form a fist shape and spin off into the sky.

“Boom!”

Two giant fists collided in the air, spreading a ripple.

“Tick-tock! ”

The magma drips down and burns formations of white mist on the ice.

This high temperature, even the sand grains, is unbearable, and gradually there is a trend towards inclusiveness.

“Clockdall, your fruit power, in my eyes, blossoms! ”

“My magma, it contains your sand! ”

The red dog drank cold and jumped in shape and came over Croquedal.

“I am your star! ”

On the ice, Clockdall stood indifferently, his figure was loose, he was pulled out and deep, and the cigar on his mouth had reached its roots.

“Gu Xing? ”

Mumbling the three words, he raised his head slowly.

Cold to cold faces suddenly change, become insane, become grumpy, become torn apart.

“Even if it were Ke Xing, I'd kill you! ”

A roar, Croquedal jumped, his right fist tight.

The red dog was shocked and felt nothing but a fist in front of him.

“Boom!”

This punch hit him so hard in the nose that the dark armed colored hegemony boosted his power, giving Croquedal's attack a good power.

“Cut! ”

Clearly visible, this crisp fracture is heard from the nasal beam bone of the red dog. His whole person, more like a punch, rolled back.

After landing on the ground, large chunks of ice were crushed by this impact.

“Sandstorm! ”

The Clockdalls were in the air, looking down at the red dog and reaching out with their right hand.

Large tracts of sand flow were again controlled, paving the ground and hovering over the ice, turning a blind eye to cover the red dog. The quicksand poured wildly, pressing it to the bottom.

“The sandstorm is buried! ”

His hands slapped hard on the ground and the entire sand shocked, dropping to a foot three metres.

But it's not over.

“Sandstorm burial! ”

Clockdall chewed his teeth hissing and yelled again.

The sand grains have become as hard as steel, increasing again in density and decreasing the sand surface by two metres.

“Ah ah ah ah ah! ”

After this massive attack, Clockdall lowered his head and breathed air heavily.

Successive and aggressive moves drain his health extremely quickly.

A kilometer ahead, a small desert covered the ice. Everything around you, calm down.

The figure of the red dog has long been covered by the sand currents and appears to be dead.

Gradually, time passed, and after thirty seconds, a lot of red liquid suddenly appeared in the sand stream.

Clockdall's pupils shrunk and looked at the place.

“Lava! ”

Red Dog, he's not dead!

In an instant, Clockdall realized this, and he ran quickly towards the place.

After three breaths, the red dog burning the magma emerged from the sand and gradually appeared as it was.

After attacking him like this, he was all wounded and his eyes dripped out of the water.

The cape behind it had long been broken, with only a fifth of the rags still flying, naval uniforms, uniforms and holes full of holes.

He lifted his hands and saw that many of the skin on his hands had disappeared, even his skin had become slightly wrinkled.

This is due to Clockdall's ability, this crocodile in the sand, incredibly despicable and shameless, his sand is not ordinary sand, it is unprotected.

Watching as Clockdall came to his eyes, the red dog clasped his right fist and a rage appeared on his face.

“If you hurt me like this, you can die too! ”

He made a big run, the magma rolled over his right fist, three steps, two steps, and was close to Croquedale.

“Ah ah ah ah ah! ”

Both yelled wildly, and punched hard.

“Dog! ”

Both fists collide, the air is a meal, and the heat and sand begin to drift around.

After three breaths, both of the attackers flew back.