"Impossible, how could that kind of short body resist my slash?" Altoles broke out in a cold sweat.
"Why? I'm running out of strength, so let me try it." Crocodile's right palm formed into a fist, and he slammed it into Altoles' abdomen at lightning speed, sending him several meters away with a punch.
"Shoot and kill him." Altoles spouted a mouthful of blood, then screamed at the crew around him and ordered. BANG BANG! A series of gunfire sounded.
But Crocodile had anticipated this. With a flick of his right hand, a dust storm was thrown out by him. The moment he landed, it became extremely large. When the bullets came, they were caught in the dust storm and lost their target.
"Whether you can survive or not depends on your luck." Crocodile pushed in the void with his right hand, and the speed of this sandstorm suddenly increased. Before a few trash fish could react, they were swept up in the storm.
Then, under Crocodile's control, they were thrown out. When the dust storm reaches farther, such as in the desert, the power will be stronger, and Crocodile doesn't know when this force will stop.
As Crocodile said, whether they can survive or not depends on their luck, but most likely they can't.
"The next thing is for the two of us." Crocodile realized that this person is not strong, but now he just wants to verify the things in the experience package and strengthen his actual combat ability, so he is still somewhat useful.
"Chun." Crocodile was not in a hurry. He took out a cigar from the inside of his coat, lit it, and exhaled the smoke ring with great enjoyment. His addiction to cigarettes broke out.
"Asshole, dare to underestimate me. I am a famous swordsman with a bounty of 45 million. I will cut you into pieces!" Altoles roared, looking at Crocodile's inattentive appearance. For a moment, his shame value soared to the extreme, and he once again swung the big sword and slashed frantically.
The big sword danced airtight, and the sword shadow was heavy.
Crocodile didn't panic. He wanted to raise the golden hook in his left hand to fight back, but he thought it was poisonous. If it broke, he would poision himself. So he used the power of the Devil Fruit to turn his right arm into a sand blade, and with a fierce wave, the Desert Spada, the blade made of sand, flew out and slashed. There is nothing wrong with slashing from the ground or slashing in the air. It's the same.
Flexible use of moves is the real power.
Boom! The shadow of the sword collided with the treasure of the desert, and the shadow of the sword instantly dissipated. Altoles was swept away. If he hadn't blocked it with a big sword, it would not be surprising if the blow had directly cut him in half.
Blocked by a big sword, the desert blade that deviated from its track passed over a building, cutting off the top of the building.
The top slid down and smashed to the ground like a cannon.
"Sure enough, the vitality of people in this world is very tenacious. Even ordinary people may not necessarily die if they are shelled from the front." Looking at Altoles, who had only suffered a bruise, Crocodile said with a little emotion.
"Stand down or I will cut off your head in the next blow," Crocodile said coldly. He would not speak nicely to anyone who wants to take his name.
"I must kill you, Crocodile." Altoles became more and more mad. He felt that he was just careless. He still had a lot of tricks to press the bottom of the box to no avail. In the end, he must win.
But after only a moment, he was completely dominated by fear, and for the first time realized the gap between the two, which made him regret his ignorance, but he couldn't change the result.
On this challenger, Crocodile simply experimented on how to control the ability of the Devil Fruit. The lethality of sand is actually not as good as that of lightning or fire, but it also has the ability to absorb water from the enemy. This ability, if used well, can also make the enemy lose the ability to fight instantly.
Physical skills are more direct. Although there are technical aspects, the most important thing is to have strong enough strength, fast enough speed, agile body, and lasting physical strength. These are the fundamentals of physical skills.
"Don't kill me, I'm willing to serve..." Altoles' eyes were full of fear, and his bruised body was no longer as mighty as he was just now. He snapped to his knees, ready to beg for mercy. Crocodile is too strong. Under his hands, he is like a child; his confidence has collapsed.
"Sables." After Crocodile was almost familiar with the battle mode, he sent out a dust storm again, sending away the pirate who came to challenge, leaving his life and death to fate.
The sandstorm will gradually get bigger and bigger. Once caught in it, escaping becomes increasingly difficult, making survival nearly impossible.
"If I fight in the desert, it will greatly improve my ability. But from the map of the world, the probability of fighting at sea is generally greater, and I am still a Devil Fruit user. I cannot rely solely on physical skills. The fruit ability is not strong enough. I don't know if I can obtain another Devil Fruit like Blackbeard in the future. At the same time, there is also a problem of mutual growth and restraint among Devil Fruit users. You cannot judge purely by strength. In actual combat, experience, mentality, resilience, and strategy are the keys to winning or losing."
Crocodile was somewhat dissatisfied with the ability of the Sand-Sand Fruit. Although the strength of a Devil Fruit user is related to their development, some people say there are no useless Devil Fruits, only useless users. But Crocodile believes that even the same type of Devil Fruit varies in initial potential. A good Devil Fruit can definitely make progress easier in the early stages, achieving better results even with the same effort compared to a weaker Devil Fruit.
"Forget it, I don't want to think so much for now. The most important thing now is to make good use of the Sand-Sand Fruit ability. If it can be developed to the awakening stage, it would be even better." Crocodile thought, walking into the desert alone. He wanted to see to what extent his Sand-Sand Fruit could be used in the desert.
"Sables." Crocodile opened his hands and activated the fruit ability. In an instant, he felt his physical strength deplete quickly. After experimenting with some basic sandstorm abilities, Crocodile decided to play a big one.
That is, not just to roll up a tornado sandstorm but to try to see if he can set off a giant sandstorm that roars like a tsunami.
Yellow sand flew everywhere, and the sand in the entire desert shook and flowed.
Crocodile could perceive that his power covered a wide area. The desert land, under the urging of his ability, was like a flowing swamp, surging, wind and sand tumbling.
But there was no real sign of a giant sandstorm. Crocodile felt very strenuous and had no choice but to narrow the scope. It seems that his physical strength and ability are not enough to set off a huge sandstorm comparable to the natural world. Even if he caused a Sandstorm, it could only be small.
If he could really cause a tsunami-like sandstorm in nature, his strength could be upgraded to a new level, becoming one of the forefronts amongst warlords.
"A sandstorm is rising!" Crocodile went all out, and the sand in a large desert land surged, no longer stuck in a state of flow.
"It's still not enough. It doesn't have much lethality." So Crocodile narrowed the scope again. This time, it was rumbling, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. The desert rioted.
A large-scale sandstorm roared, but in fact, it was two or three times larger than the Sandstorm after it became bigger, just in a different form.
The Sandstorm is in the form of a tornado, while sandstorms are in the form of surging waves.
However, being able to activate such a heavenly power exceeded Crocodile's expectations, and this is the first time he has truly controlled this kind of disaster-like power.
This kind of surging power makes Crocodile very obsessed, providing a kind of pleasure in controlling everything.
"It's so powerful; it's worthy of the Warlord." Just after Crocodile released the sandstorm, a figure walked out from the sandstorm. Crocodile saw the person who came, and his face immediately became extremely solemn.
Portgas D. Ace, Captain of the Second Division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Luffy's elder brother, the catalyst of the War of the Best, the son of the Pirate King.
How could he be in a sandstorm?! And he actually met him? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
"You weren't just sleeping in there, were you?" Crocodile looked at Ace walking out of the sandstorm and couldn't help asking. He hadn't sensed anyone there before, and it seemed unlikely that someone would choose to sleep in the middle of a desert under a scorching sun.
"Yeah, hahaha, it scared me a while ago. I thought it was an earthquake," Ace laughed heartily. Despite his smile, Crocodile could tell that Ace wasn't someone to be taken lightly. Ace had heard tales of the current Warlord and knew of Crocodile's reputation as someone who once challenged Whitebeard.