One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

"Tear!"

The expensive suit was torn to shreds in an instant, revealing a strong, muscular upper body.

His muscles, honed over many years, are as solid as stone, and his wheat-colored skin is covered with scars left by the scorching flames, which have not yet been completely washed away.

"see it?"

Rob Lucci stood with his legs apart, knees slightly bent, back slightly leaning forward, hands on his hips, and a deep voice roared from the depths of his throat:

"All the scars on my body are thanks to you!"

"Now, I will take it all back!"

As he finished speaking, Rob Lucci's body was covered in yellow and white hair, with black spots evenly distributed all over his body. His entire body swelled up horizontally, his arms were bulging with muscles, and his veins were bulging like eels. A terrifying killing intent was formed invisibly.

Rob Lucci possesses the Zoan-type Cat-Cat Fruit, Leopard Mode, which allows him to transform into a leopard-man form. He combines the agility unique to felines with the wild instincts of carnivores, while also possessing the calm mind and sharp thinking ability required of a special agent assassin.

"shave!"

After a series of small, quick steps, Rob Lucci stomped his right foot down suddenly. The bluestone floor couldn't withstand the force and cracked in several places in an instant, leaving a deep footprint in the spot.

The Six Styles of the Navy were developed from the initial prototypes explored by many Navy veterans, and then summarized and innovated by the Navy hero Garp.

Generally speaking, ordinary naval officers and petty officers using the razor technique can only achieve a speed of 100 meters in four seconds.

In his leopard form, Rob Lucci unleashed a terrifying speed of 100 meters in two seconds, and nearly 100 meters in one second.

As a blur of yellow and white afterimages appeared on the field, Jabra and the other CP9 members stood guard nearby, wary of Tina and the others interfering in their battle.

Strangely, Tina, Jonathan, and the others did not stop them at all; instead, they seemed to be watching the show with amusement.

Their actions were all observed. Gabra frowned slightly and whispered to his companion beside him:

"I feel like I've overlooked something."

The CP9 members secretly perked up, paying close attention to the changes on the battlefield.

Yang Ming showed no intention of drawing his sword. Instead, he leisurely rolled up his sleeves, and a thick, oil-like Armament Haki covered his fists. In his scarlet pupils, windmill-shaped patterns slowly rotated.

At the same time, he spared some attention to the system prompts.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from the Type-Moon series. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to start the prize wheel?"

A lottery wheel slowly appeared, divided into two categories: magic and treasures.

Magic: Mystic Eyes of Petrification, Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Mystic Eyes of Distortion...

Noble Phantasms: Gate of Babylon, Chains of Heaven, The King's Army...

[Riding]: You can ride any person or thing that is regarded as a mount very well.

???

Yang Ming felt a momentary daze, as if something had pressed down on his face. He sighed silently, thinking it must have been his imagination.

In his eyes, Rob Lucci's speed was unusually slow, like a movie clip with missing frames, stuck in place at every rhythm point, which Yang Ming could see clearly.

Compared to Enel and Admiral Borsalino's light-speed speed, Rob Lucci's speed is simply too slow.

Of course, this is also related to Yang Ming's recent involvement in high-level games. After frequently interacting with various experts, encountering his former enemies again always feels somewhat unsettling.

"You're not even going to draw your knife?"

Rob Lucci gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles bulging noticeably.

"Stop looking down on people!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the leopard-man, whose size was much larger than Yang Ming, revealed his true form. Rob Lucci clenched his fists, his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.

"I'm not the same person I used to be!"

"Six Secret Techniques! The largest Six Kings Spear!"

With his fists carrying the terrifying power to shatter rocks, he unleashed a piercing sonic boom. Amidst the intense friction, a shockwave enveloping Yang Ming's entire body burst forth from his fists.

Yang Ming gifted Tina the Crusher King gauntlets, which enabled her to unleash energy blasts.

Rob Lucci was able to unleash an even stronger shockwave without any external assistance, powerful enough to blast an armored vehicle apart. This shows how much effort he had put into his physical skills over the past year!

Of course, only a martial arts genius like Rob Lucci could unleash an attack like a shockwave with his flesh and blood.

Faced with Rob Lucci's relentless onslaught, Yang Ming raised his right arm like a giant ship passing through the eye of a storm, following the dead lines exposed in the lines that make up all things, and with a right hook, he slammed Rob Lucci to the ground.

"boom!"

A thunderous sound rang out in the square, and the ground rose and fell violently for a moment.

A deep pit, nearly three meters in diameter, had sunken into the ground paved with bluestone slabs. Rob Lucci lay in the pit, his face covered in blood.

The shockwave struck Yang Ming, causing only slight wrinkles to his clothes; it didn't cause him to bleed profusely, nor did it even budge him in the slightest.

Bloodstains remained on Yang Ming's clenched fist, and drops of blood, as bright and vivid as red agate, were dripping onto the ground. His resolute face bore a resemblance to Garp in his youth, which stirred the blood of the navy personnel.

In contrast, Gabra and the other CP9 members looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces filled with disbelief.

"vomit!"

Rob Lucci braced his hands against the broken crater, feeling a churning pain inside his body. As soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out his broken teeth along with blood and foam.

"How...how...did you become so strong?"

Because of his lisping teeth, Rob Lucci could barely speak clearly and managed to finish the sentence.

Yang Ming stretched out his right hand toward the leopard-man in the deep pit, the black windmill pattern in his pupils spinning rapidly, like a demonic whisper echoing in Rob Lucci's ears.

"Do you crave power?"

"Come, come to my side, and I will grant you strength!"

Using the cover of the punch he had just delivered, Yang Ming had already implanted the Shadow Technique mark into Rob Lucci's body. Now, combined with the mental illusion control of the Mangekyou Sharingan, Rob Lucci was momentarily dazed and inexplicably reached out to touch Yang Ming's hand.

Chapter 133 I Will Fulfill Your Dreams with My Own Hands

Seeing that Rob Lucci had actually accepted Yang Ming's invitation, CP9 Commander Spandam was filled with disbelief and roared wildly:

"Rob Lucci, are you planning to betray CP9 and the World Government?"

A hint of struggle appeared in Rob Lucci's pupils; his strong will was battling against the genjutsu of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

The Shadow Mark that had been planted on Rob Lucci was now shimmering with a faint light, enhancing control in conjunction with the illusion.

Yang Ming raised his hand to rub his aching temples and glared at Spandam with annoyance.

The blustering but cowardly CP9 commander was immediately choked, Spandam gave an awkward smile, and dared not speak again, because Yang Ming had placed the sharp edge of his Zanpakuto against him. The cold blade revealed a chilling aura that was penetrating his body through his skin, making him shiver.

If it were any other naval officer or soldier, they might not have dared to do anything to Spandam.

But Yang Ming is different. He even dared to kill Spandam's father. If he killed another CP9 officer, he would at most face the Five Elders' targeting and impeachment.

Yang Ming had his reasons for keeping Spandam on the side.

He deliberately formed the Akatsuki organization, recruited Bellemere and Buggy the Clown, and painstakingly spread rumors on the high seas, claiming that Captain John had buried a treasure in Water Seven, in order to attract a large number of pirates to flock to Water Seven, saving him the trouble of searching for pirates everywhere.

If Yang Ming can wipe out this group of pirates, he will gain a lot of merit and take a solid step towards running for Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

Rob Lucci remained silent, seemingly uninterested in the life or death of the CP9 commander.

This martial arts prodigy possesses a strong will and is still battling illusions, not yet completely at a disadvantage.

But perhaps even he himself didn't realize that deep down he admired Yang Ming and was unwilling to continue working under the useless CP9 commander. He planned to change his boss and join Yang Ming's ranks, which seemed to offer a brighter future and would not require him to worry about criticism from the CP organization.

To some extent, the CP organization and the Navy are two competing forces.

If Rob Lucci were to switch to the Navy, given Yang Ming's understanding of Fleet Admiral Sengoku, the latter would surely agree readily and provide him with adequate protection.

After everything settled down, Jabra and the other CP9 agents were quite interested.

Yang Ming ignored Gabra and the other burly men, his gaze fixed on Kalifa.

Compared to those rough, burly men, this intellectual older sister was naturally more attractive, and Yang Ming hadn't forgotten that he had always wanted to find a cook.

Although Tina can cook, it's always barbecue. Even if barbecue is delicious, Yang Ming is already tired of eating it all the time. He might as well find a personal secretary who can handle both social situations and the kitchen, and... cough cough.

Yang Ming is still a child; we must not make unfounded connections.

Kalifa is tall and slender, with golden wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, adding to her femininity. A well-tailored, tight-fitting bodycon dress accentuates her alluring figure. Her ample breasts resemble steamed buns, and her curves are smooth and elastic. She wears black over-the-knee boots, and her two long, slender legs are straight. Years of exercise have given her firm calf muscles, which have a subtle sheen.

Seemingly noticing Yang Ming's scrutinizing gaze, Kalifa adjusted her glasses with her hand, raising her eyebrows slightly. If it were anyone else, she would have already uttered her favorite phrase:

"Rude guy!"

Considering that even Rob Lucci was no match for Yang Ming and now seemed to have switched allegiance to him, and given that Yang Ming was not an adult but only an eight-year-old boy who didn't seem to have any bad intentions, Kalifa didn't feel comfortable making a scene.

Having recruited Rob Lucci, Yang Ming naturally extended an olive branch to these CP9 agents as well.

"To be honest, I admire you. Come aboard my ship, and I'll give you a platform to showcase your talents, so you won't just be unknown agents anymore."

Seeing that Kalifa and the others were tempted, Yang Ming pointed to Spandam, whose face contorted with rage, and pressed his advantage, saying:

"You should all know very well what kind of person this CP9 commander is. Calling him narrow-minded and vindictive is an understatement. If you continue to stay in the CP organization, do you think that if you see him make a fool of himself today, Spandam might secretly make things difficult for you and cause you to die unexpectedly in some mission?"

Yang Ming's words truly resonated with Kalifa and the others.

Furthermore, since the Navy is also an agency under the World Government, their defection from the CP organization to the Navy is not considered a betrayal of the World Government, and they will not be wanted or pursued. Without this psychological burden, Kalifa and other CP agents joined Yang Ming's command.

This also includes the ordinary CP9 agents who were previously defeated by Tina.

At a time like this, not a single CP9 agent spoke a word of justice for Spandam. This shows how pathetic he is as a person, and his despicable character is plain for all to see.

"You, you, you all..."

Spandam's finger trembled as he pointed at the group of expressionless former CP9 agents, his heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

He knew he was doomed!

Even if he manages to survive and return to CP9, his time as CP9 commander will be over.

Regarding the personnel arrangements for this group of CP9 agents, apart from Kalifa being appointed as Yang Ming's personal secretary, the others were all placed under Rob Lucci's command, forming a special unit with a number of 25 people.

Gabra and the others found that apart from having a new boss, nothing seemed to have changed, and no strict restrictions had been imposed on them. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and felt more favorably disposed toward Yang Ming, this new and old friend.

This highlights the importance of identity, position, and persona.

If Yang Ming were a pirate, it would be virtually impossible for him to recruit this group of CP9 agents.