The Pirate Family

There was even a layer of hoar frost on the surface of the wine placed in the cabin.

Giggle giggle.

In the distance, there was a sound of footsteps. The sound was irregular. It was not so much footsteps as if something hit the floor.

And there was a hint of joy in Versaille's eyes.

Because he felt an unusually powerful breath and kept getting closer to here.

Just as a young lion can always find an old lion and then challenge him.

On the entire navy warship, there is only one person who can make himself feel threatened.

"It turns out that you can still move."

Versaille licked his lips, no longer wasting his mind on Magel, and knocked the man into the air with a fist.

Magall rushed out involuntarily and slammed into the window of the cabin. If it hadn't been for a layer of hoarfrost on the window in time, Magall would have fallen into the sea.

"Is that little thing outside your pet?"

A man's lazy voice came from the end of the corridor.

The tall figure of the green pheasant appeared at the end of the corridor.

He scratched his tousled hair, and then he was awakened from a nap, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"It's annoying me."

"That's really... I'm sorry."

And Versaille saw the man finally appeared in front of him, with a hint of excitement on his face.

"It's just that if I don't, you might still be hiding somewhere and dare not come out to see me."

He felt the blood in his body start to boil.

His father, a physique expert, had competed with a peak physique expert named "Wang Zhi" a few decades ago. Although the final result was his father's defeat, Wang Zhi and No killer, but let Versaille's father return to his territory.

After that battle, the meridians of Versaille's father's hands and feet were all interrupted, and he could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

But he did not regret it, but transmitted the experience he had gained when fighting Wang Zhi to Versailles who was still very young.

"In this world, the most powerful thing is the human body. In the face of true pinnacle physical skills, the so-called devil fruit ability is just the icing on the cake."

When he said this, there was a look of yearning on his face.

"When Wang Zhi fights, the blood in his body will burn. This is the secret of his strength."

"In front of the blood-burning warrior, any other power is vain."

"Absolute power can destroy everything!"

Versaille murmured to himself, this is what his father said before his death. His father has always believed that standing on the top of the sea must be the most powerful physical expert.

Although at that time, the several pirate emperors who dominated the new world were absolutely capable.But these words left an indelible memory in the heart of the young Versailles.

He wants to become a real strong man who uses his fist to crush all abilities.

All capable people can only tremble when facing his fist!

This is the ambition of Versailles, and the first step to realize this ambition is to become famous.

There is no faster way to become famous than stepping on the opponent's head.

Versaille looked at the green pheasant not far away, and he felt that the blood in his body was about to burn.

"Is this what my father said, the realm of a pinnacle physical skill expert?"

Versaille bounced slightly on the ground for a few steps. He felt that he had blended everything together, as if his body was an extension of his own will. He looked at the lazy man not far away, and felt every bit in his body. The cells are boiling.

They are all bloodthirsty, longing for the blood of the strong.

Facing a powerful enemy, Versaille broke through again!

"Your head is mine!"

Feeling the surging power in his body, Versaille's eyes were fierce.

The next moment, his body disappeared instantly.

"Similar to a shaving teleportation technique?"

The green pheasant frowned slightly, because he felt that Versaille's speed was obviously faster than before.

"No, it's just pure speed."

Shaving is a typical technique, not complicated, but because the direction of movement is fixed, it is easy for people to see through.

At this time, Versaille did not use this technique, but with his own strength, broke the limit of speed.

"Did you just break through?"

The green pheasant slowly raised his hand, and a trace of burns could be vaguely seen on the cuffs of the white shirt.

There were constant air explosions, coming from the other end of the corridor.

Cracks appeared on the walls of the corridor, and the cracks continued to spread towards the green pheasant.

Just the air induced by the action is enough to produce such a large destructive power!

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Versaille shouted, he felt stronger than ever.

Even Kaido at his peak, no!Even the man known as the devil stood in front of him, at this time Versaille felt that he could punch him!

Versaille's body instantly appeared in front of the green pheasant, and at this time the corridor behind him also became a mess.

He wrapped his fist in the black scarf and slammed it down at the green pheasant's head.

At this time, the green pheasant, his right hand was just raised.

"The green pheasant is dead!"

Versailles made a judgment in an instant. In the face of absolute speed suppression, the opponent had no time to fight back, and due to his own arrogance and domineering, the body elementalization that the natural ability person is best at has no meaning.

In the face of Versaille's fist, the green pheasant did not dodge.

Don't you want to hide... or is it too late to hide?

Versaille didn't know, but he knew one more important thing.

Won!

He could almost imagine that after this battle, he challenged the peak powers step by step to unscrew their heads.

"bored."

At this time, a lazy voice broke Versaille's fantasy.

A thick arm appeared in front of his head, covering all his vision.

Can only see a pair of indifferent eyes through the gap in the arm.

When did you appear in front of you?

Versaille had no time to react, and this arm grabbed his head directly.

Then, Versaille felt an icy cold that almost froze his soul, and instantly spread all over his body.

He had no time to think, his body movements kept slowing down.Finally, the fist stayed in front of the green pheasant's head.

There is only less than one centimeter left from the head of the green pheasant.

However, Versailles had no chance to play this last centimeter after all.

He turned into an ice sculpture.