I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 216, Section 215: Stillness breeds movement!

"No injustice or enmity?"

Mercer looked at him with a cold smile, "Your head is worth hundreds of millions on the black market. I'm just short of cash these days."

How about I give you my head?

A chilling killing intent swept through the surroundings.

Sabo's expression changed instantly, becoming extremely ugly.

Bogart's expression also changed drastically. At this moment, Messer strode towards Sabo, his pace quickening. As he watched Messer's movements, Sabo's body erupted in flames.

"fire punch!!!"

A two-meter-thick, orange-red, high-temperature pillar of fire shot towards Messer as Sabo swung his fist.

Seeing the shaped fiery fist coming straight at him, Moses didn't stop. He raised his knee and kicked it, blasting it apart with a loud bang! Flames flew everywhere. Watching Sabo run away, Moses gave chase.

At that moment, Mercer suddenly shifted to the side, and whoosh! A flying slash flew out from his side.

Flying into the sky.

Moses continued his relentless pursuit of Sabo.

Bogart saw this and quickly chased after him.

A series of slashing beams were unleashed, a dense barrage of strikes flying towards Messer.

Sensing all this, Mercer clenched his right fist, his aura swirling around it, turned around and threw a punch with a muffled thud!

A deafening explosion of air rang out.

The dense slashes were shattered by a single punch.

Bogart then appeared before Mercer, flashing blades in the air.

With his fists swirling with domineering aura, turning as black as steel, Mercer's left hand swung rapidly in front of him, clang~ clang clang clang clang!
He precisely blocked each of the man's sword swings, then drew his right fist to his waist to gather power. In the next instant, his left arm cut through the dense flash of blades to block the long sword that was swinging down, and his right fist lashed out like lightning. Bogart hurriedly stretched out his left hand to block.

But the next moment, thud! His left hand slammed into his chest, and Bogart was sent flying backward again.

He kept coughing after he got up.

No longer looking at him, Moses glanced at Sabo, who was standing two hundred meters away, engulfed in flames, and amusement flickered in his eyes:

"Are you not running anymore?"

Having distanced himself from the crowd, Sabo's gaze turned serious as he grinned and said, "You just want my head, don't you? Come and take it if you dare."

Mercer glanced indifferently at the remaining five boys who had run over with him. "I only want his head. None of you have a black market bounty on you, so you're not my target. If you get out of here now, I might spare your lives."

Ace's cheek was swollen, and his eyes were contorted in a ferocious expression:
"If I were afraid of dying, I wouldn't have come here. You want Sabo's head? Fine, then come and smash my head first."

Page Van silently twisted his neck, his eyes fierce, his muscles trembling, his body turning crimson, and wisps of steam swirling around him.

The remaining man, bear, and deer maintained the same unwavering gaze.

With a flash, Mercer charged towards Ace first, saying, "If you've got guts, then I'll smash your head in first."

He grabbed his head and swung it, smashing it into Luo's face as he swung his sword. Thud!
Law was sent flying backwards like a rolling gourd, and then swung Ace at Page One's incoming fist.

With a cracking sound, Page One and Mercer worked together, punching Ace's cheekbone so hard it shattered, their expressions filled with shock.

The next moment, Ace was swung onto Chopper in his human form, sending the two flying together.

Dodging Sabo's punch, he turned and landed an uppercut on Page One's chin, sending him flying into the air with a thud.

He stepped closer, grabbed Bepo's right leg, and swung it like a baseball bat, sending Bepo flying with a whoosh.

He continued swinging, smashing Sabo until he exploded into a ball of flames.

Seeing Bogart charging towards him, Mercer swung his human baseball bat and rushed forward, beating Bogart until he was extremely frustrated.

time flies.

A series of booming sounds rose and fell!
Thanks to the Angel 2 gene serum that Ace and the others had been injected with, everyone except Bogart possessed remarkable self-healing abilities and was quite resilient. Even when Moses held back and didn't use his abilities, they were still ravaged to the point of ecstasy.

With each punch landing squarely, they gritted their teeth and fought Moses with all their might.

An hour later, looking at the six little ones lying haphazardly on the ground, unable to move.

Chopper, Bepo, and Law have already passed out.

Pagevan lay on the ground, his entire body swollen more than a circle in size, trembling uncontrollably.

Ace was also lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Sabo lay motionless on the ground, his body convulsing.

Only Bogart looked at Messer with a subtle expression. After scanning the room, Messer's eyes flashed with thought. After this sudden ravages, no one had awakened Conqueror's Haki.

Looks like they didn't beat him enough.

Or perhaps, you put too much pressure on them, making them feel they couldn't win, so they couldn't unleash their full potential.

Well, it's not that I didn't unleash my full potential, it's just that I was too strong and they suppressed me again. I couldn't win, and I didn't experience the joy of defeating a powerful enemy, so my emotions didn't fluctuate much.

We can't do it like we did when Doflamingo was a kid.

That would be far too cruel.

The required conditions also cannot be met.

Just then, seeing that the "battle" had ended, a figure ran over from a distance. Runti ran up to him, saw Pageman beaten to a pulp, first let out an "Ah!", then cried out in a sobbing voice:
"Waaaaah! Little Pei, you're so pitiful! My heart aches so much, it hurts so much! Waaaaah!!"

After crying for a second, she looked at Moses with incredibly resentful eyes.

He looked very unwilling.

"Mese, how could you beat Xiao Pei like that? It breaks my heart. Tell me, how are you going to make it up to me?"

Mercer blinked, then his lips twitched. "Shouldn't it be compensation for Xiao Pei?"

"Why should I compensate Xiao Pei? You're spending your own time helping him cultivate. With your strength, you could beat him half to death with one kick. I just felt sorry for Xiao Pei when I saw him being beaten. I felt sorry for him, so you should compensate me."

Runti blinked at Mercer, clutching her chest as if she was having difficulty breathing.

Peggy opened her eyes, which were barely open, and felt a pang of pain in her heart. She had finally managed to escape from Runti for half a month, but she never expected that Runti's return would cause her such heartache.

And then, looking up at Moses, his face contorted with exasperation, he said helplessly, "Brother?"

Mercer chuckled and returned to normal, waving at him:
"Hey! Long time no see. You've gotten quite strong. Looks like you've been working hard."

Upon hearing this, Peggy Wan breathed a sigh of relief, his breath coming in short gasps. A few seconds later, he began to snore, and his body returned to its normal shape, standing at approximately two meters tall.

He looks like a pretty sturdy young man.

"Wow!! Little Pei, don't die!"

Runti grabbed Pageman by the neck and shook him violently, her face filled with panic.

Moses's lips twitched, and he grabbed her by the horn, lifting her up. He said speechlessly:
"If you don't let go, Xiao Pei is really going to kick the bucket."

Runti blinked and let go, and Peggy crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

Bogart's lips twitched as he stood to the side.

"Are you taking this opportunity to get revenge on me?"

Moses shook his head and said:
"How could that be? Look, I didn't even use much force when I fought you. I was trying my best to beat them up the whole time."

Bogart: "."

I looked around.

One word.

awful!
Messer came to Chopper's side. The kid had turned into a smaller reindeer. I don't know what went wrong. Logically speaking, when a Devil Fruit user loses consciousness, he should revert to his original form, which is a reindeer.

All I can say is that the subconscious mind is truly powerful.

This form is as if it has been solidified on his body, or perhaps this form is the most energy-efficient.

Seeing that their injuries were healing steadily, Moses said calmly:

"Uncle, I'll take them with me. You can handle the marines."

Boga nodded, then retorted:
"Can you stop saying that? It sounds like I'm going to kill them. Would it kill you to say 'place them'?"

Messer pursed his lips. "By the way, remember to keep my cat-person identity a secret today. If they ask, just say you chased him away."

He nodded, looking utterly exhausted.

Looking at Ace and the others, he thought for a moment and then waved to Ya Dabao, who was running in the direction Runti had just come from.

"Mei, you're really ruthless."

Ya Dabao flew over and exclaimed in amazement.

Yamato, who had followed, twitched at the sight. He himself had experienced being covered in injuries every few days during those two years.

then.

"Wolves? I don't think so. They won't die anyway. They can recover after a good night's sleep and a full meal. Others would love to have something like that."

With a twitch of its beak, Ya Dabao flew over and took them all back to their own rooms within the castle space.

After giving Moses a look that suggested he go home, he flew away.

Yamato turned around and looked around. There was a lake not far away. He muttered to himself:

"Did we practice our cultivation in this area before?"

Mercer looked at the lake opposite, a slight smile playing on his lips, and nodded.
"Yes, we've practiced here many times before."

Looking at this, Runti suddenly laughed, her smile radiant as she looked at Yamato:

"Let's have a contest. We'll bet on tonight's grilled pork chops. Whoever wins, all of the other's pork chops are theirs."

Yamato blinked, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Runti with a grin, as if she were a fool. He was just about to stretch his muscles when this opportunity presented itself:

"can."

Runti smiled knowingly, thinking to herself: You big fool, there won't be any grilled pork chops tonight.

Dense blue-white arcs of electricity erupted from his body. He clenched a pair of cold white fists with a steely sheen and rushed in front of Yamato in the blink of an eye, kicking out.

This is called all is fair in war.

A burst of cold air erupted in front of Yamato, condensing into a crystal-clear ice surface to block Runti's sneak attack. He sneered:
"Do you really think my Observation Aura is just for show? Do you really think I've been playing around all these years training with Moses?"

Runti sneered in return: "Idiot, you've been living together for over two years and you're still a virgin, it's utterly shameful."

Tch! Talk about sharp tongues.

I, Da Runti, have never been afraid of anyone.

Dahe's face flushed red with anger, and the two of them started wrestling, neither willing to give in, their punches landing hard.

Mercer's lips twitched. He moved away from them to the lakeside, took out a sea king rod he had crafted himself from his Devouring Space—an alloy rod capable of catching sea kings—and spread a blanket under himself.

He sat cross-legged on it, cast out the fishing line, and caught fish like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Then she took out another one and handed it to the side. Asia appeared and took it, and went fishing with Messer.

Looking at the black wings on her back that remained invisible, she smiled and said:

"There are no outsiders here, you don't need to pretend."

Asia blinked, put down her fishing rod, sat down next to Mercer, lay down on the blanket, rested her head on Mercer's lap, and closed her eyes to rest.

"I'm a little tired, Lord Mercer. May I sleep here for a while?"

I watched as she asked questions, but in reality, she had already made a decision.

"what ever."

Asia straightened her left leg, which she was using as a pillow, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She fell asleep in no time.

Looking at her relieved expression, Mercer smiled faintly.

Hanging up a fish, he manipulated the gray mist to condense into blade-like shapes, severing its head and tail, gutting it, cleaning it, and then roasting it over a flame.

Finally, sprinkle on the soul-stirring seasoning.

Laguna Sea Salt.

Beside him was a large alloy rice bowl with a diameter of two meters.

As time passed, one fragrant grilled fish after another was tossed into the basin.

Wow! It's grilled fish! And it's made with Laguna sea salt.

"I was just hungry, Mercer, did you prepare this especially for me?"

Yamato and Junti ran over after their fight.

The two chatted as they washed their hands in the clear lake water, and then began to eat with their hands.

"It's so delicious! Everything made with this sea salt tastes good. Luckily we bought a lot last time."

"Are you an idiot?! Just because sea salt tastes good doesn't mean that Messer's roasted food is bad. You can't even speak properly, you big moron."

The crispy fish bones made a "crunch" sound when you bit into them.

Yamato's lips twitched. "You sycophant, all you do is flatter," he thought. "Mese won't be happy about that." He turned around and looked back.

Messer's lips curled up, and Runti gave her a smug look.

Yamato suddenly felt that the grilled fish in his hand was no longer delicious, so he opened his mouth wide and stuffed several fish into his mouth.

Seeing a fishing rod next to Mercer, she ignored Runti and walked over to Mercer, plopping down next to him.

The next second, I suddenly felt something soft under my buttocks.

It rubbed against me.

Asia's mimicry appeared, sat up, and looked at her with a deep gaze, "You're sitting on my stomach."

Yamato was startled and jumped up to apologize repeatedly, but then he saw Asia's wings and froze.
"ember?"

Immediately shook his head.

It's Asia.

He crouched down and touched Asia's black wings, asking curiously, "How did you grow wings? They're exactly the same as Jhin's."

Feeling a little uncomfortable being touched, Asiya slapped her hand away, equally curious.

"Who is Jin? And these wings of mine are something I was born with."

Yamato was a little envious and wanted to touch it, but Asiya glared at him and stopped him.

Yamato scratched his head, not really wanting to talk about what happened there, and looked at Messer.

"Jin is also a member of the Lunaria race. He is the second-in-command of the Beast Pirates in the New World."

Yamato is the daughter of Kaido of the Beasts.

After a brief explanation, Asiya nodded slightly, her gaze indifferent:
"Oh I got it."

"So Jin is from the Lunaria race, and Asia is too. This is the first time I've known that, hehe!"

Mercer listened to Yamato's words with a hint of helplessness, while Runti pouted, "You big idiot, you don't even know this after all this time."

"You didn't listen to a word Moses and the others said before."

Yamato's lips twitched, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes as he looked at Runti. He gritted his teeth.

"Little Tizi, I think you're asking for a beating again. Believe me or not, I'll beat you until you cry."

"Tch! Loser! Waste of resources! Big boobs, no brains! Always eating well! You big idiot!"

Runti's little lips looked as if they were coated with honey.

His chest heaved with a gentle, masculine air.

"Ha!" Mercer laughed.

"You two really have a good relationship."

"Who's on good terms with this big, stupid dog (the foul-mouthed woman)?"

The two said in unison, "We hate each other."

Messer laughed and said, "Then why, during those two years, whenever we encountered something delicious or fun, did you and I immediately think of Runti?"

Asiya chuckled, "Renti over here is the same. You, Yamato, and Xiaopei, the three of you are practically inseparable from it."

Immediately, Yamato and Runti looked at each other, then looked away, both blushing and red-faced.

Runti blinked and said to Messer in a cute way, "Daya really said that?"

Mercer nodded. "Yes."

"Hehehe! Yamato, do you like me that much? I've heard that dogs like their owners, so am I your owner?"

Yamato's lips twitched, and he stared at her as if she were dead. Suddenly, he appeared in front of her, grabbed her demon horn, and threw her away.

At the same time, he rushed out and shouted, "As expected, Runti, you're still so annoying. I won't be called Yamato if I don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy."

"Who's afraid of who? You loser, if you're not called Yamato, then you should be called Stupid Dog, just like how I'm afraid of you."

"Frost. No servants, only icy teeth."

"Thunderous. Polished Gun".

"You son of a bitch"

You're the one who's a ***

Moses sighed.

Very lively.

Asya snuggled into Messer's arms, took out a grilled fish the size of two palms from the basin next to her, and ate it while enjoying the one-sided beating she was witnessing not far away.

Excitement flickered in his ruby-like eyes.

"Go if you want to. She'll be even happier if you fight against Yamato together with Runti."

Asia nodded at Mercer, finished the grilled fish in a few bites, wiped her lips, and with a light touch on Mercer's lips, her figure disappeared like a gust of wind.

Strength rating: B
The talents of the Lunaria race are indeed exceptional.

Runti, on the other hand, is rated C+.

However, it also boasts a powerful dual-color design.

If the ability to absorb fruit is fully unleashed, even a B-rank would be hard to defeat in a short time.

Continue fishing.

A small, golden-brown, glistening roasted yellow croaker was dangling from its mouth.

Observation Haki watched the three of them fight with amusement.

……

In the blink of an eye.

Four months have passed.

Mid-May.

noon.

Not far from Windmill Village, on the high seas, Moses sat on the deck of a large ship reading a newspaper.

At that moment, the Den Den Mushi, which was eating vegetable leaves nearby, called out, looking at the face it had mimicked on the other side.

Mercer raised an eyebrow and answered the call:
"What, is there something you need from me?"

Crocodile remained silent for two seconds:

"Do you have time now regarding the trade for the domineering cultivation method we discussed last time?"

Moses laughed. "What fruit?"

"I don't know. It's a Devil Fruit that's not recorded in the encyclopedia. It's quite unique. I don't know what type it is."

Crocodile said calmly:

"Do you want to make a deal? You decide the time and place, but it'd better be quick."

Moses laughed:

"One month from now, West Sea, Lasgap. See you there."

Crocodile: ".Okay."

Click!

Mercer hung up the Den Den Mushi.

He stood up and stretched.

Quiet and thoughtful.

I'll just go there for a look around.

We can also visit the Flower Country on the way.

(End of this chapter)