Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Chu Feng's display of strength exceeded everyone's expectations. The momentum of that sword that cut off the river and the sea was something they could not explain clearly in just a few words. Even masters such as Foil Sword Bista, who ranked among the top in the world in swordsmanship, could only

Sighing and sighing.

As for the subsequent palm that slapped Haichuan, the powerful aura revealed was no worse than that of Whitebeard, and could even faintly overwhelm Whitebeard.

If such a strong man were to stand against them, even if they used all the combat power on the ship, they would only be 50% sure of defeating Chu Feng.

So when Chu Feng said that he wanted to compete with Whitebeard, this sentence was like a bomb, instantly pushing the anger and worry of everyone on the Moby Dick to the extreme!

"Passerby! Isn't it too obvious that you want to step on others at this time? You are so despicable!"

"If you want to fight dad, just step over our corpses first. Don't think we are afraid of you!"

"Dad's health is getting worse every day, and we will never let you succeed!"

Every captain looked at Chu Feng with anger on their faces, without flinching.

Whitebeard is a kind of belief in their hearts, sacred and inviolable.

"Are you asking outsiders to pity me?"

Whitebeard snorted coldly, and the captains fell silent instantly. They looked at Whitebeard blankly, and Marco said:

"Dad, the passerby wants to compete with you now. He clearly wants to weaken our combat power and thwart our plan to save Ace. You must not be irritated by his few words!"

Whitebeard's right hand reached behind him, and a naginata several feet long was held in his hand. It hit the top deck with a "clang" sound, and a cyclone "clunked" around him. He narrowed his eyes.

, eyes flashing with light:

"Marco, the other party has already come to the door. If I don't personally teach this young boy a lesson, I won't be able to calm down."

"Dad!"

The captains shouted, and Foil Bista tightened the sword around his waist, with cold sweat on his palms:

"Dad, in normal times we would never stop you from dueling, but these are extraordinary times and it is too risky to choose a duel at this time.

Besides, the passerby’s strength is not yet clear, so why not let us explore the reality first and see how deep his strength is.”

He glanced lightly at the adopted sons and saw clearly the expressions on their faces. White Beard closed his eyes slightly and considered it secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice as thick as thunder came:

"Dad, let me teach this guy a lesson for you."

The sound was like a powerful sound resounding through the sky, and then a huge black shadow slowly emerged from the sea. From the perspective of Chu Feng and others, the figure looked like a mountain, covering half of the world!

A head of fluffy red hair is spread behind him, and a pair of horns on his forehead glow with cold light. He has a hateful face, and his green-yellow skin shows the beauty of an ancient warrior. The two sharp teeth on his lower jaw are like sharp swords, which seem to be able to crush anything in one bite.

Animal skull.

"It's little Oz!"

Someone on the Dibbimock immediately recognized this figure, and some of the minions were beaming with excitement, with brilliant eyes.

"It's Oz! Didn't this race become extinct hundreds of years ago?!"

Derek frowned, with a solemn look on his face, and continued:

"It is rumored that Oz has a size that is not inferior to that of a giant, and his power is even greater than that of a giant. I once read in a classic that the power of the demon Oz family once put the world into crisis!"

"Is he so strong? I think he is just a mountain of meat that has been beaten."

Enel curled her lips in disdain, not caring at all.

"Passers-by, I have long heard that you have strong wrist strength, how about you let me show off with you?"

When little Oz spoke, all the jagged teeth in his mouth were exposed.

Chu Feng shook his head, glanced at Oz lightly, and sighed:

"Tell me, how do you compare?"

"Arm wrestling." Little Oz.

Arm wrestling, okay... uh, wait, arm wrestling?

Did you hear it correctly? This stupid guy wants to arm-wrestle with you?

"Are you sure you want to arm-wrestle with me?"

Chu Feng looked at little Oz with an expression of disbelief and pointed at himself.

"That's right. What, are you scared? If you are, get out of here."

"Afraid? Haha,"

Chu Feng suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had never been afraid of anyone when it came to arm wrestling, but the opponent was extremely huge, at least thirty meters tall, and his unusual body structure made his arms bigger in proportion to the human body.

Twice as strong as he is, he's like a replica of Popeye who ate spinach.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I will lean down in front of your boat. You can stand on the bow and put your hands on my wrists. You can use both hands. If it doesn't work, you can just push my arms with your hands.

Let me tell you first, if you lose, you must help us save Ace unconditionally."

He naturally listened to the previous conversation between Whitebeard and the passerby. Little Oz knew that if he could rope in the passerby in this operation, he would definitely be able to act as a powerful force!

Originally, all of them were mentally prepared to die when rescuing Ace this time. They were pirates and they were not afraid of death. But if Ace could be rescued without dying, none of them would be willing to end in such a bleak way.

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The appearance of passers-by is likely to be an opportunity for them to break the deadlock!

"Come on, tall guy, don't say I'm bullying you. I've always pursued fairness. If you feel your strength isn't enough, just use both hands. I won't mind."

As he spoke, Chu Feng walked towards the bow of the ship and stood still.

On the other side, little Oz also moved his body and slowly approached the two-masted black ship.

The sea water is hundreds of feet deep, and some areas can even reach the rare 10 kilometers. A huge body like Little Oz is only a small dwarf compared to the deep sea. He relies on his skillful water treading skills to avoid letting himself go.

The whole thing sank into the sea.

However, this does not affect the performance of his strength. You must know that for ethnic groups like the devil, except for some special areas with extreme cold and heat, they have unique environmental adaptability.

Little Oz moved closer and stretched out his arm, which was half the size of a two-masted black ship. It was no worse than an ordinary Neptune.

Chu Feng slowly approached, looked up at this species so close, and smiled faintly:

"Let's get started."

The demons themselves had strange powers and had a size advantage. Oz felt that there was no suspense in this match, so he decided to give Chu Feng a powerful showdown from the beginning to dampen the opponent's spirit.

So when Chu Feng finished speaking, little Oz used all his strength to defeat the enemy with one shot!

However, as time passed by bit by bit, he still maintained the posture in front of the arm wrestling, unable to push the opponent's arm back even one point!

Little Oz was shocked to find that all the strength he exerted turned out to be useless?

What's going on?

"Little Oz, what are you waiting for? Stop following him and show your strength to passers-by!"

"Yes, Oz! Let him know that our Whitebeard Pirates are not easy to mess with!"

Some people cheered and said that in their opinion, Oz wanted to maintain the illusion of being evenly matched with the opponent first, and then use his strength to frustrate the opponent.

"What's going on? Oz... there seems to be something wrong..."

Marco murmured. He was standing at the forefront of the Dibbimock, so he could clearly see the side of Oz's red neck and the bulging veins...