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

In this situation, we should retreat, but I can't leave.

In the blink of an eye, Joel disappeared again.

By the time Martin locked onto his opponent with his Observation Haki, a golden spike was already hurtling straight toward his eyeball.

Faced with a deadly attack, his muscles bulged, his strength surged, and he threw a punch with all his might: "Iron Fist!"

Seeing how ruthless his opponent was, Martin held back and unleashed a fierce fighting style of trading blows, while slightly shifting his neck.

He has mastered the art of using iron blocks, and has learned the techniques for using them in specific areas. He can also launch attacks while using iron blocks.

The sharp golden thorn pierced his hardened face, while at the same time his fist slammed into Joel's chest.

Just as the fist was about to touch Joel's chest, Joel's body bent instantly, narrowly avoiding Martin's punch at an odd angle.

"Paper drawing!"

Martin immediately guessed what the other party's three unlocked skills were, one of which must be paper drawing.

Paper drawing allows one to release all their strength and submit to the changes in airflow caused by the opponent's movements, enabling them to dodge attacks aimed at them at the last second.

In theory, this move can easily dodge any physical attack.

Trouble!

Martin suddenly retreated.

If we extrapolate from this, then the three hidden skills of Joel must also be the Six Powers of the Navy.

If we consider the opponent's physical attributes, they have the advantage in close combat, not even taking into account their Devil Fruit abilities.

Fortunately, he has Robin's attribute bonus, and his physique attribute is actually around 30. In addition, Iron Body and Shave are not too bad in a head-on fight.

shave!

Martin suddenly unleashed a Shave technique, followed by a powerful punch.

Joel reacted extremely quickly, using his paper drawing technique again to dodge the attack with his exceptional flexibility.

Martin's fist smashed through the wall, sending splinters and dust flying as he nearly punched a hole in it.

The indoor space is too cramped!

Immediately afterwards, Joel delivered a flying kick to Martin, a kick that was incredibly powerful and fast, striking Martin squarely in the abdomen.

Iron block!

Martin had already unleashed his Iron Block technique ahead of time.

Even in the state of being a metal block, I could feel pain in my abdomen, and my body tilted back several centimeters.

No matter how you look at it, Joel should be very good at leg techniques, so does his opponent also know the Tempest Kick?

Just as Martin was about to kick Lan, he saw Joel crawl in front of him and kick him hard again, this time hitting him squarely in the groin.

Noisy!

His trousers ripped open, and Martin's body trembled violently.

Fortunately, his iron body was fully developed, allowing him to solidify it in specific areas, making every part of it very strong. Otherwise, he would have been crushed by that kick, resulting in his death.

The two went through a dozen or so rounds, exchanging blows, attacking and defending, back and forth, having a great time.

Both Martin's iron fist and Joel's leg are incredibly destructive weapons.

The bedroom was quickly riddled with holes, and the walls and bed collapsed.

The two are still fighting, and the battle is extremely intense.

"You're a master of martial arts, but who exactly are you? Why are you hiding in this small town?"

Martin asked the other person in a hoarse voice.

"I should be asking you, how dare you sneak into my bedroom, who are you?"

Joel watched his opponent warily, twirling the golden dagger in his hand between his fingers, as if preparing to charge.

"This woman isn't fully in the mood yet; it's probably because of a hangover."

Martin was clearly under pressure playing against this opponent.

Currently, Joel has other abilities he hasn't used, and he hasn't used his Devil Fruit either, which is obviously because he's holding back, or because of a hangover causing a loss of combat power.

If the enemy goes all out, it's questionable whether I can withstand it.

So, we have to leave!

Martin suddenly flicked his sleeve, and several throwing knives flew out of his sleeve, heading straight for Joel's face.

Joel's body moved like a boneless snake, twisting and turning in mid-air as he dodged all the flying knives.

Seeing that Martin was about to break through the window, Joel suddenly raised his hand and threw two sharp spikes, forcing Martin back.

Then she kicked out with such force that she split the vase in front of the window and the table in two.

These legs are not only beautiful and sexy, but also incredibly powerful, almost like a giant iron hammer.

Thankfully it wasn't at home, otherwise I would have been heartbroken.

Martin couldn't help but secretly admire his opponent.

This woman is really something else. She's fast and fierce in the car, and she's just as fast and fierce on the battlefield. She uses all kinds of powerful moves, each one deadly and ruthless.

Then the problem is coming.

How do you play this?

Joel's attacks grew increasingly fierce, unleashing a storm of attacks, mostly leg strikes, but his spiked attacks were even more lethal.

Martin was relying on his iron-clad defense to try his best to cope. He was certain that if his heavy punch landed on his opponent, it would give Joel a good beating.

But they just couldn't hit their opponent and could only passively take hits.

To use an analogy, Yor focuses on speed and damage, and has maxed out his evasion, while I focus on damage and defense, and have almost no evasion, so I can't counter him.

Is it an iron block?

"I'd like to see how long you can hold out."

Joel's offensive grew increasingly fierce. With each swing of her black leather skirt, her long legs were filled with boundless power, like two black longswords, constantly slashing and piercing.

With two sharp spikes poised to strike, it gave the opponent absolutely no chance to retaliate.

dong dong dong...

As Martin was repeatedly kicked and punched, his clothes were torn by the powerful impact, revealing his muscular physique. Pieces of clothing clung to his body, making him look even more tattered than a beggar.

Because many of the kicks were aimed at his groin, his underwear was exposed.

"They'll be killed."

A thought flashed through Martin's mind.

The opponent was incredibly strong; each kick could kill a bull. He was a ruthless killer.

The only chance to turn the tide is to draw your sword.

Despite carrying Senbonzakura on his back, the opponent's continuous attacks prevented him from drawing his sword.

Yes, Joel did not give him any chance to draw his sword.

What a headache she is.

Having a knife in hand would completely change the situation.

If I keep fighting, I'll really become a punching bag.

Then let's just unleash the Senbonzakura!

Martin didn't hesitate any longer and roared:

"Sword, come!"

Chapter 38 Quick Top-up

"Sword, come!"

Martin's roar did indeed slow down Joel's attack.

He drew his sword directly, and then took the opportunity to pull out the Senbonzakura behind him.

The moment his opponent drew his sword, Joel seemed to sense some danger and retreated to a corner of the room.

Martin took a deep breath.

Now, shall we truly begin the first release of Senbonzakura?

Even if Joel is incredibly strong, he would probably be killed by Senbonzakura.

Ultimately, he was just there to gather information and had no intention of breaking into a house to kill anyone, especially when he couldn't tell who was friend or foe.

With victory firmly in his grasp, Martin suddenly ripped the cloth off his face: "Jol, it's me."

"I meant no harm, I just wanted to pay you a visit, and I'm also quite curious about you. Believe it or not, I believe it, cough cough..."

"Ah? You're Mr. Martin, no wonder..."

Upon seeing his opponent's true face, the previously murderous Joel suddenly blushed and staggered, as if he had relapsed into a drunken state.

That fierce killing intent vanished as a result.

Immediately afterward, her foot slipped, and she fell directly to the floor. As the pair of golden spikes flew out, she closed her eyes and fell asleep without moving.

ha?

asleep?

Martin was completely bewildered. This young widow was really carefree, actually sleeping at such a crucial moment?

Looking at the other person's rosy cheeks, their baby-like sleep, and the breathing rate and snoring captured by their Observation Haki.

Martin was certain the other person was asleep!

Are you really asleep?

What kind of international joke are you talking about?