I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 230, Page 229: Big! Fragrant! Scented! Feet!
Once inside the sea, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Mercer stared intently at Mihawk, who was standing upright in the seawater not far away, holding a knife and floating in the water. He bent over slightly and snapped his fist.

The seawater beneath our feet created a ring-shaped ripple that spreads backward.

His figure swept across the sea as if it were not hindered by the sea at all, and as he arrived in front of him, he slashed out with a blade wrapped in condensed water.

With a slight movement of his eyes, he waved the night in front of him, creating a turbulent current that surged toward Mercer.

Boom!
A dull thud resounded in the seawater.

The two of them each backed away.

Mihawk's gaze remained unchanged, his mouth bulged, and his chest and abdomen were full of oxygen. Having practiced swordsmanship for many years, he had also trained in the deep sea by cutting through ocean currents.

He slashed behind him with his sword, creating a tornado-like impact, and his figure rushed towards Messer at high speed due to the reaction force of the seawater.

Night raised the giant blade high above his head and suddenly slashed down, unleashing a massive and terrifying slash before Mercer's eyes.

The nimble figure darted past the slash, and Shanks, who had just jumped down behind, twitched his lips as a giant slash broke through the seawater and rushed towards him.

He immediately swung his longsword and slashed down.

With a loud bang, the person was instantly slashed upwards in mid-air, looking at the surging waves beneath the sea with a frustrated expression as streaks of light flew into the sky.

The people in the distance looked at each other in dismay as the three of them fell into the sea, but then a beam of light slashed Shanks out of the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense slashes flew out from the sea, shattering the ice on the sea surface into pieces.

Shanks dodged and weaved across the broken ice, looking frustrated as he avoided the relentless attacks. The two below seemed to be consciously excluding him.

His face trembled with anger.

Sensing their presence, the next second, terrifying beams of light slashed down into the sea.

Moses pursed his lips in the seawater, and billowing gray mist rose from his body, floating upwards and covering the broken ice.

Immediately, they sensed streaks of light being swallowed up and appearing in a vast expanse of seawater in a corner of the "small world".

At most, it will create a few ripples.

Ignoring him, he swung his sword to block Mihawk's incoming strike, and his figure was forced back.

Soon,
Sensing his heartbeat quicken, Mercer smiled. After all, he wasn't a fish-man, couldn't breathe in seawater, and didn't have his own technology.

A thought came to my mind.

Mihawk entangled his figure, wielding his longsword and trapping him beneath the sea. His eyes widened slightly as he watched Moses appear completely unaffected.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. If he failed because of suffocation, he would definitely be laughed to death by that guy above him.

But then his mind calmed down and his gaze became incredibly focused. Since he couldn't breathe, he would create an environment where he could breathe.

An aura of dominance enveloped the blade, and the moment Mercer charged, it suddenly vibrated, unleashing a terrifying slash.

Clang! A surge of force exploded outwards.

Mercer's figure was slashed and rushed towards the sea surface, watching Mihawk below unleash another powerful and terrifying slash.

The entire ocean was instantly cleaved in two, creating a terrifying upward chasm that severed the sea.

With a light touch of the toes, the figure stood steadily in mid-air amidst the popping sounds of air bursting.

Mihawk swung his sword, unleashing a gust of wind that propelled him from the trench into the sky. Moses's lips curled into a smile.
"Indeed, the true top combat power of the ocean is generally not defeated by the environment, except for some truly unlucky ones."

For example, a guy with a ship's wheel stuck on his head.

Looking at the seawater pressing in from all sides, Mercer exhaled a cold breath, freezing and crackling as ice gathered on his body. In the instant the surrounding seawater squeezed him, a blue ice pillar with a diameter of 100 meters broke through the sea surface and rushed towards Mihawk in the air.

His feet landed steadily on the ice, his eyes filled with amazement as he looked at Messer, frozen in the ice dozens of meters below.

The icicle, like a sharp sword, pierced the sky, rising two hundred meters above the sea before slowly stopping and continuing upwards. At the point where the icicle met the sea, it continued to spread outwards in all directions.

Spiritualization.

Mercer emerged from the ice, looking at the flat ground that resembled a martial arts arena, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

From this vantage point, one can see very far. Mihawk, slightly out of breath, also looked around.

Finally, he looked at Moses and asked curiously:
"Is this ice-like ability, similar to the Ice-Ice Fruit, also a power of concept?"

Moses nodded. "The concept of all things is the most essential and fundamental force in the world, and also the foundation of the extraordinary."

“Extraordinary?” Mihawk asked, puzzled. “What does that word mean?”

Moses laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will understand later."

Mihawk's gaze calmed down, and then his eyes turned to the side, where Shanks appeared.

The three people stood at three corners of the ice surface, which was 100 meters in diameter.

Shanks, looking displeased, glared at Moses and said:
"Why didn't you bring me up too? Why did you make me jump up here myself?"

Moses glanced at him, then appeared in front of him with a slight movement and slashed out with his sword. Shanks hurriedly blocked, but was immediately sent flying.

A surging sound of wind breaking through the air rang out.

Watching him plummet through the air in a parabolic arc, gesturing wildly and cursing, Mercer couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"How embarrassing."

As she spoke, Moses looked at Mihawk, whose lips also curled into a smile, and asked in confusion:
"I've noticed that neither of you knows how to use Moonwalk. Do you look down on this technique?"

Mihawk's eyes flashed, and he shook his head: "The Six Styles technique is very useful, but for some reasons, I don't really want to learn it."

Mercer shook his head. "Although I don't know your reasoning, it's rather foolish not to learn the skills that allow you to fly and dive into the sea."

"Since you use a knife, you naturally know how important advanced technology is to the performance of the body. Hmm, I'm just being nosy."

Mihawk's eyes flickered. The battle in the sea had left a deep impression on him. Moonwalk allowed him to walk on the seawater as if he were strolling.

It's not some dramatic story; it's just that since I used to be a Navy hunter, it would be a bit embarrassing to use the Navy's Six Powers again.

But now.

You may not need to use it, but you can't be ignorant of it. As for saving face, you should learn from Shanks.

A smile played on his lips as he looked at Moses.
"Thanks."

Mercer looked somewhat bewildered, but then shook his head and asked with a smile, "Still want to fight?"

Mihawk's eyes flashed with fighting spirit as he nodded and charged forward quickly, gripping the hilt of his sword in his right hand, the blade of night drawing sparks as it sliced ​​across the hard ice.

He got close, gripped the knife with both hands, swung it up, and slashed down fiercely.

A crackling sound came from within Mercer's body as thousands of bones instantly locked together. In his dragon bone form, he wielded his swords with both hands and slashed with lightning speed.

Clang! Under the terrifying rebound force, both of their bodies leaned back slightly at the same time. Mercer twisted his waist, and his power burst out instantly.

Wielding his frost blade, Mihawk unleashed arcs of light, his figure flashing as he also swung his giant blade, clanging and clanging.
Shanks charged forward again, but Mihawk unleashed a powerful slash, the terrifying wind pressure sending him flying once more.

"I****"

A few seconds later, as soon as he landed, Shanks felt the intense crashing sounds above him and his lips twitched violently.

"Those two bastards, they actually excluded me?"

As he spoke, he swung his longsword, and a terrifying slash struck the ice pillar diagonally.

A smooth cut appeared, and instantly, the icicle slid down at an angle.

At the same time, a series of incredibly smooth slashes were unleashed.

The entire icicle shattered into pieces and fell from mid-air.

Shanks' lips curled into a smile. Seeing the two still fighting as they fell from mid-air, he pushed off with his feet and soared into the sky with a loud bang, unleashing a terrifying, overwhelming slash towards them.

Mercer glanced at the petty guy below and his lips twitched. He then slashed Mihawk away with a single sword strike.

Immediately, Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki swirled around Hanlu, imbuing it with a watery, slicing quality, and in an instant, a sword slashed down.

Shanks looked at the sword, a smirk playing on his lips. Black and red arcs of electricity crackled around the blade as he rose straight into the sky, unleashing a devastating slash!

A deafening clang followed by a terrifying shockwave.

As he landed, feeling the strange dissipation of the domineering aura on the blade, he focused his mind, and the domineering aura within his body flowed and gathered.

To expel that clinging force.

Upon landing, Moses charged straight at Shanks, empowered by the concept of dragons and converging the concept of slashing into the blade.

He relentlessly suppressed Shanks and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

With a burning light in his eyes, Shanks countered the slashing will on the Messer sword with terrifying Conqueror's Haki. He discovered that this conceptual power could be more easily countered with the willpower of Conqueror's Haki.

Both wanted to experience the power of this concept more, so they gradually began to team up in batches to fight against Moses.

The pressure suddenly increased.

As time passed, Messer's body changed, and his dragon-human form became more deeply integrated with the concept of dragonification.

Every move he made exuded terrifying power; he would occasionally spew out scorching flames or bone-chilling icy air from his mouth, or unleash slashing force with his fists and feet.

For a time, it actually managed to hold on to the two of them.

Shanks was overjoyed.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

His clothes were tattered and torn.

There were some dried bloodstains.

Mercer was panting heavily. If it weren't for the fact that he could still absorb seawater or extract essence from ice to replenish the rapidly depleted energy in his body, he might not have been able to hold on.

Shanks stood not far away, his clothes also torn to shreds, with blood seeping from some parts of his body.

Mihawk was shirtless, with a huge, charred gash on his chest, from which blood was faintly seeping. He was panting heavily.

Shanks looked at Moses with disdain; the little brat healed faster than Moses could hurt himself.

At first, the healing was slow, but eventually, they stopped trying to hide it altogether.

The freshly made wound disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He was practically comparable to that phoenix Marco; he was utterly disgusted.

Do you also possess some kind of concept of self-healing ability?

Moses's lips curled into a smile. "Guess?"

No need to guess anymore, I'm not blind, but I'm still a little annoyed, what should I do?
Shanks' lips twitched, and he charged forward, brandishing his sword. Moses' breathing rose and fell.

He's gotten used to this high-intensity combat over the past two days, especially now that he's all alone.

The concept of slicing is attached to the sword.

With a slight movement of his feet, Moses suddenly appeared in front of him. The next moment, the two of them gripped swords and slashed, creating afterimages.

Clang! Clang clang clang clang clang!
Shanks' eye twitched. Was this guy's stamina inexhaustible? He felt that he still had about half of his stamina left.

Certain in my heart.

He continued to wield the blade, still imbued with Conqueror's Haki.

Mihawk's eyes flashed when he saw this, and he also swung his knife at the attack.

The battle continues.

On the distant shore, Uta sat munching on an apple, staring blankly into the distance with a look of utter helplessness.

"Is it not over yet? How much longer are they going to fight?"

Beckman, with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other, chuckled and shook his head. "It'll probably take at least another day or two."

Uta's shoulders slumped, and he looked at Erii beside him with a dry laugh:
"Aren't you going to eat? Aren't you hungry? You've been standing here ever since they started fighting."

Erii remained motionless, her eyes fixed on that direction, but she managed to utter a few words:

"I'm not hungry, and I'm in great shape and have plenty of energy."

Uta said helplessly:
"You can't do this. Your body won't be able to handle it. If Mercer finds out, she'll definitely be unhappy."

Erii blinked, and Uta said again:

"But even if you don't eat, you still need to drink water."

Erii hesitated for a moment, then pulled a small, translucent, gourd-shaped crystal bottle from the pocket sewn into the waistband of her skirt. The bottle was mostly filled with a clear, light blue liquid. Erii shook it and said:
"I've been drinking plenty of water. This is a drink my brother gave me, and it makes me feel quite comfortable."

Erii tilted her head, looking at her with some reluctance, but still opened the bottle and pulled Uta's hand, pouring a drop of liquid the size of a little finger into her palm.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Just lick it with your tongue."

As she spoke, she placed the bottle opening to her lips and tilted it, sticking out her pink little tongue to lick a drop of the B+ grade water essence that flowed out of the bottle.

Uta blinked, and following Erii's example, drank the water essence. Immediately, it melted in her mouth, and a magical feeling of being nourished throughout her body appeared, filling her with an exceptionally comfortable sensation.

There is also a slight feeling of fullness.

Uta stared wide-eyed at Erii, opened her mouth with a very complicated expression, and fell silent. She had never seen anything like this before. Even with her small brain, she knew that this was a magical and wonderful thing, simply because her body now felt as energetic as if she had just woken up.

"This must be very precious, and you just give it to me like this?"

Uta began, somewhat moved.

Erii nodded, a sweet smile on her face, and said very honestly:

"Yes, it's very precious. If nothing unexpected happens, only my brother could make it. But my brother told me to ask him for more when I run out. I usually use it like water."

Uta's lips twitched involuntarily, and Beckman, who was watching from the side, also had his eyes twitch. Those light blue droplets gave him a feeling of being full of energy, and he could feel that they had great benefits for his body.

He couldn't help but admire Mercer; he was truly amazing. He was also happy that Uta was able to drink such good stuff.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked:
"Eri, could you explain it to me? I'm a little curious."

Erii blinked and shook her head. "I won't tell you. My brother never said I could tell anyone. Forget about it. If you want to know, just ask my brother yourself."

As he spoke, he closed the bottle cap, put it in his inner pocket, and gave him a rather wary look.

Beckman's eye twitched, and he looked helpless, but this feeling of a kitten guarding its food was kind of cute.

"Don't worry, I don't have any bad intentions."

Erii glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm not worried, because I'm not afraid of you, and you can't catch me."

Beckman raised an eyebrow and smiled, about to say something, when Erii's eyes flashed with a brilliant golden light, and the concept of slashing disappeared in an instant.

Beckman's pupils suddenly contracted.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

He gave a dry laugh.

Without making a sound, he focused his gaze on the distant battlefield.

At that moment, Moses swung his sword to repel Mihawk, simultaneously using his Frostbite to block Shanks' attack. Sparks flew as a figure appeared rapidly from behind a large block of ice in the corner of his eye. The next instant, a shout rang out:

"You damned bastard, what have you done to my Mercer? Die! Big! Fragrant Kick!!!"

Hancock appeared suddenly, her body wreathed in flames and black and red arcs of electricity. As she cursed, her dark right foot instantly kicked Shanks in the side.

With a muffled thud, a terrifying ring-shaped impact spread out, and the surrounding ice surface shattered instantly. Shanks' eyes widened instantly, and he only had time to cover them with a layer of Armament Haki before spitting out a mouthful of blood and shooting out like a cannonball.

A whooshing sound rang out, followed by a deafening boom! Like a muffled thunderclap, it slammed heavily onto the remnants of an ice pillar tens of meters high, a hundred meters away.

It instantly created a deep crater with a radial pattern.

As soon as Hancock's right foot landed with a side kick, the ice beneath her feet cracked, and she was about to pursue again.

But then, Moses grabbed her wrist, and Hancock cried out "Ah!" as she was pulled back, looking at Moses with a blank expression.

"Hmm? Why are you pulling me along?"

Mercer's lips twitched, just then Mihawk's unfriendly voice came:

"Empress, Boa Hancock, what are you doing? Are you going to start a war?"

Hancock was instantly enraged, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes and a dark expression:

"Are you speaking to me? To start a war? Hawkeye, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Cough cough! A sneak attack?"

Standing a hundred meters away by the icicle, Shanks stood up, his gaze fixed on Hancock with a somber expression.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise..."

There's no need for further harsh words; those in the know understand that Shanks is already enraged.

Hancock, showing no sign of backing down, also wore a grim expression:
"I'd like to ask you two shameless men who ganged up to hurt Messer, why don't you try a one-on-one fight?"

Shanks watched as Hancock shielded Mather behind her, looking like she was ready to fight him right now.

His lips twitched violently.

This woman really shouldn't be killed.

After all, it has something to do with me.

After all, Ms. Shakky, Mr. Rayleigh's old flame who had been living in seclusion with him, was the emperor before Kuja.

They were also very familiar to me.

They've helped me a lot too.

If they were to kill their current emperor, they would lose face somewhat. However, if they couldn't explain why, they would give him a good beating.

Moses looked at Shanks with a helpless expression, pulled Hancock behind him, and grinned at Shanks, saying:
"Don't be angry, we're all on the same side. It's just that you haven't met before. Hancock just arrived here and doesn't know anything. I apologize on her behalf."

As he spoke, he shook Hancock's hand, turned his head and gestured for her to be quiet. Immediately, Hancock obediently fell silent.

Mihawk was quite surprised to see Hancock like this; this arrogant woman wasn't like this before.

Moses sighed, noticing Shanks' still sour expression, and walked over, putting his arm around Shanks' shoulder and chuckling:
"Give me some face, I'll apologize to you on her behalf."

As he spoke, gray mist spread from his hand, and a B+ grade water spirit appeared in his palm. Seeing that he was still glaring at him, Mercer had no choice but to stuff the water spirit into his mouth.

With a gulp, Shanks swallowed, and the next instant, his eyes widened suddenly.

I can feel the injuries that have appeared in my body in the past few days, and even some of the injuries from before, being constantly nourished.

"What is this thing? Do you have any more? If you want me to forgive you, just give me a hundred or two drops first."

Hearing this, he knew that the man was no longer angry. But when he heard this, the corner of Messer's mouth twitched. He pushed away the shameless man who was laughing and joking, and casually threw a water spirit of the same quality at Mihawk.

With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, Mihawk reached out and caught the flying water sprite. "What's this?"

Moses laughed and said, "Hancock is one of my people, but she's not with me often. If we run into each other at sea and she gets into trouble, please help me out."

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, thinking of Shanks' reaction, put the water essence into his mouth, his eyes twitched, and he glanced at Moses in surprise, then silently felt his body being cleansed and purified by a massive amount of water elemental energy.

Upon seeing this, Moses' lips curled up slightly, indicating that he agreed.

Mihawk is worth the price.

Hancock looked at Moses with deep emotion and a touch of trepidation in her eyes.

"Mercy, did I do something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)