One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

"But I have no money left."

Fujitora smiled, untied the money pouch from his waist, and turned it over to show that it was empty.

“No, you do.” Yang Ming lightly tapped Fujitora's chest with his finger. “You yourself are the biggest bet. If you lose to me, you'll work for me. How about it?”

Fujitora smiled, his face full of confusion.

He has always been unknown among the people and has never used his great strength to make a profit. Logically speaking, no one should have come to recruit him.

But the boy in front of him seemed to have set his sights on him.

This is how the same thing?

Yang Ming, without waiting for Fujitora's agreement, snapped his fingers and addressed the surrounding gamblers and gambling den staff:

"I'll count to five, and you'd all disappear during that time."

"Otherwise, I'll make you disappear."

Chapter 176 Fujitora's Resolve

The blue brick pavement, weathered by wind and rain, bore mottled marks and was trampled by countless disorderly footsteps. Many gamblers emerged from the gambling den, still cursing and swearing, their anger finding no outlet and their resentment futilely unfulfilled.

The flag fluttering on the railing bore the large character for "gamble." At that moment, as if some terrible news had come true, the entire flagpole, affected by some kind of powerful fluctuation, broke in two and fell to the ground with a "crack," raising a cloud of dust. The gamblers around were so frightened that they dared not stay any longer and scattered in fear and unease.

The gamblers gathered at the entrance of the gambling den scattered in a panic. The gambling den's doors were wide open, and two figures, one tall and one short, could be seen sitting on either side of the gambling table. Their eyes met, and a sense of tension seemed to fill the air.

Old Cai, Abu, and Holisa were no ordinary people either; they were important figures in the Babao Water Army. At this moment, they involuntarily retreated to a corner of the gambling den, watching the two people whose auras were clashing with uncertainty.

Old Cai glanced at Yang Ming on the left, then at Teng Hu on the right, and smiled, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"The mere clash of their auras was enough to make me feel such immense pressure..."

If it were just Yang Ming alone, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, this new brigadier general rose to power by stepping over the corpse of Drought Jack, so it's understandable that he has such a powerful aura.

but……

What's the story with that blind man?

When he first entered the gambling den, Lao Cai made a mistake that everyone makes: judging people by their appearance. He saw that Fujitora was blind and dressed in extremely simple clothes, and he could tell at a glance that he was a poor man. He had seen tens of thousands of people like this before, and he did not take Fujitora seriously at all.

But now, the aura emanating from Fujitora Issho, the immense pressure like a mountain, is something Old Cai once felt from the leader, Chingjao!

Old Cai finally understood why Yang Ming was able to rise to the rank of brigadier general at such a young age, while he was merely a pillar of the state.

In terms of judging people alone, he is far inferior to Yang Ming!

"This child is destined for greatness; he will transform into a dragon once he encounters favorable winds and clouds!"

Old Cai's face was grave, his gaze lingering on Yang Ming for a long time, thinking to himself:

"It seems that only by asking my grandfather to take action can we control the situation."

The boy, under the watchful eyes of the three, sat calmly in his chair, looking completely unaffected by Fujitora's imposing aura.

Yang Ming gripped the dice cup tightly with his five fingers like claws, sweeping the dice from the gambling table into the cup like autumn leaves in the wind. While rapidly shaking it from side to side, he also paid some attention to the system prompts.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from Naruto. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to activate the prize wheel?"

Yang Ming's attention was drawn to the lottery wheel that was out of sight of others.

Summoned characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi...

Ninjutsu/Taijutsu: Great Fireball Technique, Water Dragon Technique, Dark Travel Technique...

Limitations of Blood Succession: Ice Escape, Magnetic Escape, Melt Escape, Explosion Escape...

【Extinguishing Fire】: Spews out a huge fireball, forming a vast sea of ​​fire.

"Ta-da! Ta-da..."

The dice clattered crisply from the dice cup. Yang Ming stared intently at Fujitora, smiled slightly, and said:

"I don't know much about other gambling games in the casino, so let's play the simplest one: big or small."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming slammed the dice cup onto the gambling table, gesturing for Fujitora to guess the value of the dice.

Fujitora smiled and then fell silent.

When God closes a door, He opens a window.

Despite being blind, the blind man possessed extraordinary hearing and a sixth sense. Even without using Observation Haki, Fujitora was able to perceive through his keen hearing and sixth sense that all six dice in the dice cup were stacked together, with the number six visible on the top die.

After a long silence, Fujitora finally spoke, saying:

“Young man, I don’t know why you insist on having me join your ranks, but if you think you can recruit me through a high-stakes gamble, you’re being a bit naive.”

"I bet it's small!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming smiled mysteriously.

"You can't be so sure. Sometimes, people need to try new ways of living. Someone as strong as you, are you really willing to be an ordinary person? I don't believe it!"

The moment he closed his eyes, the shadow of the Rinnegan appeared in Yang Ming's pupils. Under the influence of the powerful repulsive force, all the dice in the dice cup were crushed into powder.

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, they had returned to their usual deep black color. He casually raised the dice cup and said with a smile:

"Look, the dice in this cup have all turned to dust. They're neither big nor small. No matter what, you're going to lose."

Fujitora smiled: "..."

Old Cai, Abu, and Holisa looked at each other in disbelief, secretly astonished by Yang Ming's shamelessness.

I never expected that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually be such a cunning and sly fellow.

In one word: 6!

With his hands clasped under his chin, Yang Ming smiled and stared at Fujitora, saying:

"Let me introduce myself. I am Commodore Yang Ming."

"Yang Ming?"

Fujitora smiled, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

Although he frequented gambling dens, the recent execution of Drought Jack had caused quite a stir. Fujitora had also learned some information from conversations with other gamblers, and the protagonist of this drama was none other than Yang Ming.

The surname and given name Yang Ming are indeed in the style of the Flower Kingdom. However, it is said that Brigadier General Yang Ming is from the East Sea, so it is obviously impossible for someone with the same name to exist in the short term.

Fujitora was already feeling a bit uncomfortable. Anyone would probably feel resistant if they were suddenly recruited into a group by a complete stranger.

However, Fujitora's initial resistance dissipated considerably upon learning that the person before him was Yang Ming.

There was no other reason than that Yang Ming's speech to countless spectators on the day he executed Drought Jack had earned Fujitora's approval!

"Those who tolerate evil are themselves sinners."

"Our navy will never sit idly by or stand idly by when faced with any evildoer, even if it comes at a bloody price!"

"Defend our honor with our blood!"

Fujitora Issho always believed that the creation of the Seven Warlords of the Sea system was fundamentally flawed and must be abolished.

However, the current checks and balances between the various forces promoted by the World Government and the Navy, who do not want any one side to grow stronger, have enabled the smooth implementation of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

People will only associate with those who share their interests and tastes, and will only identify with those who share similar beliefs.

Although the two had never met, Fujitora suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the young man before him. It was a feeling that he was not alone on this path. At least on this path, Yang Ming had already taken the lead and set out a way, while Fujitora had not yet put any practice into action.

The more talented a person is, the more arrogant they tend to be.

Fujitora was no exception. Although he had already gained some respect for Yang Ming, he knew that recruiting him so easily would require a huge gamble!

"Brigadier General Yang Ming, if I may be so bold, what is your opinion of the Flower Country?"

A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a good minister chooses a good lord to serve.

Yang Ming understood that, on the surface, this was asking for his opinion, but in reality, it was asking what kind of justice he planned to uphold in the future.

At the Navy Headquarters, the three admirals can be divided into the hawks, the neutrals, and the neutrals.

Hawks advocate absolute justice.

***Originally, they upheld passionate justice; now they uphold lazy justice.

The neutral faction adheres to ambiguous justice.

This is a clash of ideologies, and also a clash of paths.

Yang Ming stood up, walked to the windowsill, and pushed the window open. The autumn sunlight streamed in at an angle, revealing the view of pavilions and towers outside.

However, the streets and alleys here are filled with gamblers, geishas, ​​and chain smokers, which are completely out of place with the beautiful scenery and make the place a mess.

The Flower Kingdom is already one of the largest countries in the West Sea, and if it's like this, one can only imagine what the other places are like.

You should know that the West Sea Mafia is notoriously arrogant and domineering.

The Mafia can't reach the Flower Kingdom because it has the Eight Treasures Navy there, but other kingdoms don't have similar armies and have become dens of evil, where all sorts of shameless crimes happen all the time.

Watching those young people, in the prime of their lives, walk into the gambling den with bulging wallets and then walk out looking dejected, Yang Ming couldn't help but shake his head inwardly and say:

"This country and this sea have long been rotten."

"The people here need to bask in the light of justice, even if it may come at the cost of blood!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Cai, Abu, and Holisa understood the implication in Yang Ming's words, and their expressions changed drastically.

Old Cai gripped the Guan Dao in his hand tightly, his eyes as sharp as a razor-sharp blade, staring directly at Yang Ming's back.

"Commodore Yang Ming, we have no enmity with the Navy, neither yesterday nor today. If you want to take action against our Flower Country, you'd better think carefully about your own strength. Don't think that just because you've achieved something, you can run wild on our Flower Country's territory. Be careful, you might walk in upright and leave lying down."

Yang Ming slowly turned around, the autumn sun enveloping him as if draping him in a radiant crown, making him appear sacred and inviolable.

"Thank you to the three of you for taking me on a tour of the Flower Country today."

"However, the three of you are not qualified to say that to me."

"Do it!"

As Yang Ming shouted, the gambling house wall crashed open. Shiryu of the Rain rushed to the front, like a beast unleashed from its cage, wielding the famous sword Raiyu, and slashed powerfully at Lao Cai.

Old Cai, you're in danger!