Who made him the Pirate King?.

Chapter 155 "I'm not your father!"

Chapter 155 "I'm not your father!" (Fourth update, 1.4 subscriptions required!)

Storm increasingly felt that Hawkeye Mihawk was a man who said one thing and thought another.

He clearly said that he was not interested in Red-Haired Shanks.

As a result, when Storm mentioned the issue of red hair, this guy couldn't help but be moved.

Oh, number two~

Storm sneered in his heart.

By the way, why can’t “Two-handed Red Hair” become the Yonko, but “One-handed Red Hair” can become the Yonko?

Of course it was because the red-haired man with one hand blocked his "Little Left" directly in the New Era!
Then all the gears of destiny began to turn...

Red hair on both hands, what kind of a weird thing is that?
The bandit king Sig can easily kill fifty-six pieces of sea trash (so real)!

Even a sea king less than a hundred meters long could bite off his left hand and then leave calmly (Bao Zhen)...

But the one-handed red hair is different.

Once your left hand leaves your body, you will have the domineering power and can become the Pirate King by rushing into the New World!
What is a person with the ability of "Face Fruit"? What is a guide for the new era? (Tactical retreat)

Storm no longer paid attention to Mihawk, whose mind had drifted to who knows where.

He looked at Crocodile who was unconscious beside him, then glanced at Mihawk, and a bold idea came to his mind again.

Storm raised his right hand and released the power of the [Clay Fruit]. Piece after piece of scaly gray-black clay was released by him, covering the surface of the sand crocodile's body.

"wrong."

Mihawk's voice sounded like thunder beside Storm.

The world's greatest swordsman crossed his arms across his chest, looked at the unconscious Sand Crocodile, and shook his head.

"The banana crocodile in Alabasta has yellow-green scales, not gray-black."

Storm turned his head, glanced at Mihawk, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

As expected of the name “Eagle Eyes”, his eyes are so sharp!
Got a friendly reminder from Mihawk.

Storm instantly changed the color of the clay.

Crocodile's appearance began to undergo amazing changes under the control of his power.

Hard yellow-green scales covered the surface of its body. Its body stretched and lengthened while its limbs remained the same length. The golden poison hook on its left hand disappeared, and was replaced by a short but sharp claw. A thick and powerful tail also grew out from its back...

Click——click——

The sound of a camera-phone-mutin was heard.

Storm turned his head to look at Mihawk again.

The latter held a freshly-made photo of a "real sand crocodile" between his fingers and shook it at Storm.

"One for one."

Storm instantly understood what Mihawk meant.

Exchange an "artistic photo of a harpy" for an "artistic photo of a desert crocodile".

"Tsk~ You're talking as if I don't have a camera Den Den Mushi!"

Storm snorted coldly, took out his camera-den-den-mushi and started taking a lot of photos of his latest "masterpiece".

Mihawk could only take back the photo in his hand with regret.

He stared at the photo with his sharp eagle eyes for a while in silence, then put it in his pocket.

…Crocodile is much uglier than eagle.

After Storm finished dealing with the trivial matters on Crocodile's side, he put away those carefully taken "desert crocodile art photos" and then walked towards Edward Weibull on the other side.

The power of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's [Dragon Roar] was too strong, completely beyond Buckingham Stussy's endurance. The old woman has not yet woken up.

But Edward Wembley, who was standing by, had amazing physical fitness and had not fainted until now.

Storm walked over to Edward Weibel, who was haggard and skinny.

If he had not witnessed Edward Weibel's "weight loss" process with his own eyes.

He was also unwilling to believe that the straw-like thing on the ground was the fat Edward Weeble.

Edward Weibel naturally also saw Storm approaching.

His brain wasn't very smart, but at least it was better than the fish in the sea legend that had a memory of only seven seconds...

Edward Weibel remembered it well.

Although the little guy who was approaching now did not attack him like the other two guys.

But this little guy came here with the other two little guys!

These three little guys are in the same group!
"Don't come over..."

Edward Wimble was severely dehydrated and unable to move. He could only try to intimidate the enemy with words.

"My mom will be here soon!"

Your mother - let's call her "Mom" - is still in a coma!
Storm paid no attention to Edward Weible's threats.

He waved to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon in the sky, and several buckets of fresh water fell from the sky.

Storm condensed several lumps of clay and threw them into the sky like ammunition, hitting each wooden barrel filled with fresh water with incredible accuracy.

Fresh water rushed down from the sky, as if there had been a localized heavy rain.

Edward Webber bathed in this fresh water rainstorm. His extremely dehydrated body greedily absorbed the fresh water from the surrounding area. His whole body slowly swelled up as if it was being inflated.

Although it is not as flexible as the "Rubber Man".

But Edward Weibel's figure is slowly getting back into shape.

Storm watched the scene with interest.

Edward Weibull's body was like a dry riverbed, constantly absorbing fresh water from the surrounding area.

But he did not return to his original fat appearance. Instead, he became a tall, muscular middle-aged man.

Unlike Edward Weibull before.

More like Edward Teach!

of course.

Edward Weibel still has very obvious suture scars on his left eye, neck and left arm.

And his crescent-shaped white beard is also thinner and longer than the real white beard and "Edward Teach".

But it has to be said.

Every fat person has potential. Losing weight is the most effective medical beauty.

Edward Wembley now looks like a mighty and domineering super macho man, except for his slightly silly expression!
"Sand Crocodile's [Sand-Sand Fruit] is indeed very interesting."

Mihawk walked over to Storm and gave a positive comment on Edward Weeble's new look.

"This way, he looks more like Whitebeard's son."

"I am Whitebeard's son!"

Edward Weibel absorbed enough water and became more energetic.

He snorted at Mihawk, then looked at Storm and said something naively.

"thank you!"

Without waiting for Storm to respond.

Edward Weeble then picked up the still unconscious Buckingham Stussy, picked up his naginata, and ran away without saying anything.

"Bai Long, aren't you going to do anything?"

Mihawk looked at Storm, who was standing there, motionless, and couldn't help but wonder.

"If you don't take action, this 'Whitebeard' will run away."

"Not urgent."

Storm shook his head and spoke calmly as he looked at Edward Weibel who was gradually running out of the desert area.

"Let's take a look first."

Edward Weeble, holding his weapon and holding his mother, rushed out of the desert created by Crocodile using his ability.

The moment you step out of the yellow sand.

Edward Weibel seemed to have lost power. He stood still and stopped running.

He knew the sand was dangerous.

Just now, he was defeated by the sand.

So as soon as Edward Wimble recovered, he immediately ran out of the desert to avoid being swallowed by the sand again.

however.

After running out of the desert area, Edward Weeble returned to his original state.

A "silly son" with an empty brain who always needs Buckingham Stussy to give orders no matter what he does.

"Mother……"

Edward Wilbur looked at Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious in his arms, and asked and answered himself.

"What should I do now? Sleep? I know..."

Buckingham Stussy said nothing.

Edward Weibel seemed to have gotten the answer from his unconscious mother.

Edward Webber sat down on the ground, put Buckingham Stussy down, and then lay down on the ground.

Mihawk looked at the "confusing human behavior show" not far away and felt a little uneasy.

Although he really wanted to compete with Edward Weeble, who had the strength of young Whitebeard.

But after seeing what the other party did with his own eyes...

An idea suddenly occurred to Mihawk.

——Don’t play with fools!
"Why is Whitebeard's son like this..."

"Who knows? You can go and interrogate his mother."

Storm answered casually and then walked directly towards Edward Weibel.

Just as he was about to listen to his mother's words, Edward Weibel, who had gone to bed early, heard Storm's approaching footsteps. He immediately sat up straight like a restless child.

Storm raised his right hand and released the power of the [Clay Fruit]. His right fist instantly stretched and lengthened like rubber and punched Edward Wembley in the stomach.

Snapped!
Edward Weeble looked at the clay fist that was bounced away by his strong muscles and couldn't help scratching the part that was hit.

"what are you doing?"

"Edward Weeble?"

Storm looked at Edward Weibel, then gestured to the side.

"Who do you think that is?"

The shape of the clay fist that was just bounced away has changed dramatically.

The "imitation" power of the Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit was quietly operating at this moment.

A brand new, slimmer version of Edward Weeble stood quietly on the ground. Even the naginata in his hand looked very much like the Kusugome Kirigiri, one of the Twelve Supreme Swords.

Edward Weeble's little eyes widened as he looked at the "white beard" in disbelief and suddenly let out a loud roar.

"father!"

"……cough!"

Storm coughed lightly.

Even though he had underestimated Edward Weible's intelligence.

But I didn't expect it to be overestimated...

Storm looked at the "Clay Weibull" on the other side, manipulated it and started talking.

"Weeble! What did Buckingham Stussy tell you?"

"father!"

Weibull climbed up from the ground nimbly and stood there respectfully.

"Mom told me a lot... She said I was your son..."

"No!"