On the other side, Donald's battle with Bessie continued.
Compared to the quick fight over there, they fought with real knives and guns. Every swing of the gun and every slash of the sword was a skill game in close-fitting state.
His swordsmanship and spear techniques are comparable, his domineering aura is similar, and his physique is similar. When he fights, it will be endless.
However, the battle between Marines and pirates is not one-on-one.
Dang!
The swords and spears of both sides collided and competed with each other. The force emitted by them even cracked the ground under their feet.
At this moment, Basil ran over and punched Bessy.
"Straight Nails!"
This punch hit Bessy's face and his body was turned to the side. Donald seized the opportunity and his spear went straight for Bessy's neck.
At this time, there is no morality.
Marines fighting pirates talk about morals.
Although he, Donald, was honest and a little unlucky, he also knew what to do.
This is a good opponent, but it also depends on the occasion.
If he could fight one-on-one, of course it would be a good thing. He wanted to fight this Bessy.
But he would not be disgusted if someone helped him.
After all, this is a pirate.
Getting rid of it quickly was the right thing to do.
Just as the edge of the gun was about to stab Bessie's neck, the sword in Bessie's hand suddenly emitted a green light.
"Plague: Pulmonary Plague!"
His sword also waved at this moment. The blade did not touch Donald, but at the moment of waving, the green light turned into a gust of wind and blew on Donald.
"Cough, cough, cough!!"
At this moment, Donald's movements became sluggish and he coughed a few times uncontrollably and the gun in his hand froze.
At this moment of stagnation, Bessie suddenly turned around and the spear sickle cut the skin on his neck, but it also allowed him to avoid this fierce stab.
After dodging, he raised the blade and slashed at Donald's neck.
Buzz!
Bang!
However, at this moment, an arrow came out of thin air. Bessie held the blade and blocked it to the side, blocking the arrow. At the same time, she kicked Donald's abdomen and kicked him away.
Donald stood on both feet on the ground and plowed a trail behind him before he could stand still. However, he could not help but bend down and cough violently. Blood spurted out of his mouth and his expression was haggard at that moment.
"Brother Donald!"
Basil was shocked and his body turned into an afterimage. He used 'Shave' to quickly approach Donald and held him up.
"Ah…"
At this moment, Donald's breathing was rapid, and the sound of his breathing was like a leak, as if he was seriously ill!
"What's going on?!" Basil's eyes widened.
"Illness?"
At this time, Stork approached with a big bow and stared at Donald with a frown, then turned back and said, "Fanny?"
Fanny, who had been watching the battle, had long noticed Donald's abnormality. The moment he raised his head, she shouted in surprise, "Sazir, stay away from Donald. That symptom is like lung disease, it's contagious!"
"Pneumonia?"
Hearing Fanny's scream, everyone nearby turned their heads.
"That's impossible! Donald has always been healthy, haven't we always been checked?!" Basil said anxiously.
This is absolutely impossible. Not to mention Marine's own examination time, even Vice-Admiral Kuro does a physical examination every few days for fear that he will catch a serious disease.
In addition to G-3's own doctor, Fanny's level is also not low. Although she is a little confused when making that kind of enhancement drug, her diagnosis and diagnosis are much better than G-3's doctors. The special medicine she makes is also very powerful and there is no problem!
This was one of the reasons why Kuro tolerated her.
Moreover, these people are very confident in their bodies and will not fall sick so easily.
It's just that diseases are not rare in this world, and it can't be said to be absolute.
But they only get sick when they get old. They are so young and will not get sick so easily.
Moreover, Donald has never had such symptoms. Why did he suddenly…
Stork thought of something and looked over at Bessie, frowning.
Bessie waved the half-sword in her hand and smiled. "I am a 'Death Knight'. It is my responsibility to spread the disease."
"Ah? You want to eat… that thing, and it's very high? And you want to throw it everywhere?" The stork didn't want to say the disgusting and smelly word.
Everyone was speechless.
She couldn't hear it clearly, but others could.
"You made it?!" Fanny asked loudly.
"Of course."
Bessy nodded and showed a confident smile. "I am an 'epidemic patient' who has eaten 'epidemic fruit' and can freely control germs. I am also a product of germs.
Pulmonary plague, measles, bleeding of the brain, bloodworm, leprosy, liver disease, mad cow, hysteria, cholera…
No matter what kind of disease it is, I can create it!"
Bessie raised her sword, and the blade emitted a green light. "The Marine with the gun is infected with pneumonia. The symptom is poisoning all over his body. He will keep coughing blood and he will be weak. If he is not treated in time, he will die in three days. However, he will not need three days here. He is weak and will not be my opponent. You are the same!"
"It's really pneumonia!"
These words made Fanny heave a sigh of relief. She ran over quickly and poured a bottle of potion into her mouth as she ran. When she was next to Donald, she took out another bottle of potion, held Donald's head and poured it into his mouth.
As the potion was swallowed into his stomach, Donald's heavy breathing immediately became stable and he stopped coughing.
"This disease can be cured a long time ago. It's not like ancient times." Fanny proudly shook the medicine bottle in her hand and then took out another bottle from her backpack and handed it to Basil.
"You just touched it, just in case you also drink some."
"I see." Basil nodded and took the bottle and drank it in one gulp.
Bessy smiled. "There's no need to go through so much trouble. This is the bacteria I created. If I die, the bacteria will naturally cease to exist and you will recover.
But my purpose, of course, is not to kill you with disease, but to make you weak, whether it is the weakness of the recovery of the cured disease or the weakness of the maintenance of symptoms, it is the same. As long as you are weaker than me, I will kill you with my sword.
Those people… whether it's Broad, Morgase, or the annoying Fatima Armes, they are not the strongest. I, Bessie, am the strongest person besides Smith!"
He held the semi-sword tightly with both hands, and the green light on the blade was even stronger. "How many times can you treat the disease? Can you solve each disease quickly? In this world, I have been to many places and come into contact with many diseases. I also have diseases that can't be treated and are terrifying and cause large-scale death. You… will not be my opponent!"
He took a step forward and waved the sword in his hand in a semicircle, creating a fan-shaped light.
"Plague-Black Death Disaster!!"