After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

In his view, the other party's actions were nothing short of futile and overestimating their own abilities.

Amidst the massive sandstorm, Martin's sharp eyes spotted the spinning child, who was now unconscious. He grabbed the child, remaining unmoved despite the powerful impact of the sandstorm.

The next moment, he reached out to the child, pulled him into his arms, and then raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and with a hum, Armament Haki wrapped around him.

boom!

A swift punch slammed into the sandstorm.

boom!

The originally fierce and relentless sandstorm suddenly exploded from within and was subsequently annihilated between heaven and earth.

"how is this possible?"

Crocodile's pupils contracted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. However, when he saw the Armament Haki wrapped around Martin's arm, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This person is capable of using Haki and dismantling the sandstorm he created with a single punch; his strength should not be underestimated.

"Thank you for saving my child."

The grieving mother, upon seeing her child in Martin's arms, disregarded her lost shoes and frantically ran to him, taking the child in her arms and repeatedly bowing to Martin in gratitude.

"It's alright, hurry up and take the child and leave!"

Martin smiled slightly.

And who are you?

Crocodile's cold voice suddenly came over.

"Shaklockdale".

Martin scrutinized the other man with a deep gaze. This was a fellow sufferer with Doflamingo, sharing the same tragic fate. A slight smile played on his lips as he continued, "I came here specifically for you."

Although these words are a bit cheesy and might make people's imaginations run wild.

But that's just the way it is.

Crocodile was taken aback. What did he mean? Dude, I don't think I know you.

She asked with considerable curiosity, "What do you want from me?"

Yes, the person in front of her was completely shrouded in a black cloak, looking quite strange, yet she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Nicole Robin is in your hands!"

"Hand her over!"

Martin got straight to the point.

"Ok?"

These words immediately made Crocodile frown, and his gaze towards Martin changed once again.

Robin is key to the plan to steal Hades.

Then, he glanced at Bucky the Clown, recalling what had just happened. Could they also be eyeing the ancient weapon Pluton?

next moment.

Suddenly, endless sand erupted from his body, making him appear like a desert monarch standing in the void, looking down at Martin. His voice was chilling as he said, "I will not hand over Robin. Moreover, it seems you are also eyeing that thing, so you are even less likely to be allowed to live."

"Oh?"

"Are you sure you really want to attack me, Crocodile?!"

Martin looked at him with amusement, a forced smile on his face.

“I’m not even afraid of white beards, so what are you to dare covet my things?”

"So, the desert will be your coffin ground without tombstones, hahahaha!"

Crocodile laughed wildly.

Martin shook his head helplessly: "You're not convinced, are you? It seems necessary to have you undergo surgery."

He touched the hilt of the spear, then looked down between Crocodile's legs...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Only one long chapter will be updated today.

Chapter 186 This is outrageous! (Ten thousand people...)

Crocodile's right hand instantly transformed into an elemental form, becoming a massive sand blade composed of countless grains of sand.

next second.

He waved his arm at Martin below.

Swish!

A massive sand blade descended from the sky, slicing through the incredibly hard ground with a deafening roar, extending continuously towards Martin's feet, looking as if a long trench had been plowed out.

Rumble!

Martin watched the sand blades attacking rapidly, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a wicked smile.

hum!

Armament Haki reappeared, continuously wrapping around his arms.

Then, he suddenly threw a punch at the sand blade that was right in front of him, carrying a powerful force. The wind from the punch was fierce, and the surrounding void rippled like water.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sonic boom produced by the shell as it was launched.

boom!

The power of that punch was like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage. In an instant, the sharp, knife-like sand blade turned into dust, which was then dispersed into the world by a gust of wind.

Bucky the Clown, who was hiding not far away, was completely dumbfounded.

ヾ(．?﹏?)ノ?

I just felt a chill run down my spine.

Crocodile looked somewhat dazed, having annihilated his Desert Blade with a single punch?

Are you kidding me?

Do you really think you're some kind of white-bearded man?

Crocodile stared intently at Martin, his voice heavy as he asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Such a strong person would never be unknown.

But after scrutinizing Martin for a long time and going through all the known powerful figures in his mind, he found that there wasn't a single one who could match him.

This gave Crocodile a headache, as the guy was hiding his entire body in a loose cloak, making him uncomfortable.

However, Crocodile was very confident in himself, after all, this was his main battlefield.

Faced with his confusion, Martin smiled slyly from within the cloak, offering no answer. The next second, he vanished in a blur.

Swish!

The voice suddenly appeared in Crocodile's ear.

His heart skipped a beat: "Oh no!"

He quickly used his Devil Fruit ability to unleash a crescent-shaped sand dune attack behind him.

Wow!

The crescent-shaped sand blade slashed horizontally behind him.

Unfortunately, his attack missed.

"It seems your Observation Haki isn't quite up to par yet."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from above his head.

Krocdalen felt a chill run down his spine.

The moment he looked up, a fist wreathed in Armament Haki was right in front of him.

boom!

Crocodile's elemental transformation failed, and he took the punch head-on. The pain contorted his face, his eyes seemed to burst, his pupils bulged, and with a "poof," he spat out a stream of scarlet blood.

Tweet!

In an instant, it transformed into a cannonball and plummeted directly from the sky.

With a loud bang!

It smashed the ground, creating a deep crater and kicking up thick dust that enveloped Crocodile's figure.

Snapped!

Martin landed on the ground with his foot.

At this point, if Crocodile's strength were classified according to the system's method, he should be at the mid-level of the second tier. Of course, the unique ability of the Sand-Sand Fruit made him capable of going toe-to-toe with the high-level of the second tier.

Given Martin's mid-level first-class strength, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

Teaching them a lesson is a piece of cake.

Not to mention Whitebeard, who was even stronger than himself.

Does Old Sha have masochistic tendencies?

Martin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Cough!

Suddenly, a series of coughs echoed through the billowing dust, followed by Crocodile, who looked rather disheveled. Her face was grim, and her sharp eyes glared at Martin.

He said menacingly, "You have completely enraged me!"

That's great.

Martin, on the contrary, joked and didn't take Crocodile's anger to heart, which made Crocodile even angrier.

Suddenly, both of her hands transformed into elemental forms, condensing into two enormous sand blades that extended outwards for five or six meters, resembling bats with outstretched wings.