The Pirate Princess Becomes Queen

At this moment, he no longer cared about the consumption of physical strength, and used speed, power and skills to the extreme, fully demonstrating the foundation of a veteran Shichibukai.

Cracker's fear of pain left him with little experience in life-or-death battles, and the Biscuit Warrior's movements were ultimately very stiff. When facing a serious Crocodile, the one-sided scene was gone forever.

Old Sand doesn't have Luffy's bravado of constantly shouting "Guo Mo Guo Moruo" at the drop of a hat. He fights cunningly, stabbing here and slashing there, constantly testing the hardness and speed of his opponent's "body".

When he had tested the waters enough, his plan was complete. Without anyone noticing, he created a large desert area, with quicksand forming dunes. When Cracker controlled the Biscuit Warrior to charge up, he suddenly launched his attack.

"Desert sunflower!"

Taking advantage of Cracker's unsteady footing, he caused the dune to suddenly sink, and the heavy biscuit warrior sank directly into the quicksand. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

The sand crocodile was panting heavily. The desertification of such a large area had taken a toll on its energy, but fortunately, the result was not bad.

"This is a desert coffin that doesn't need a tombstone. I don't know why your constitution is so special, but you can't get out now, right? I think there are some things we need to clarify..."

He ultimately didn't dare to kill Cracker; if he did, he would completely offend the Big Mom Pirates.

If the benefits were great enough, like becoming the Pirate King, offending them wouldn't be so bad. But now? Is it worth angering the Big Mom Pirates for Lola's sake? He believes that if things are clarified, there's still room for reconciliation. His only mistake was cursing Big Mom a couple of times... He thinks that can be made up for. At worst, he can offer half of Moria's treasure to Big Mom. That should be enough of an apology, right?

His intelligence is quite high, as he can simultaneously deploy troops to deal with a powerful enemy and devise countermeasures and analyze the situation in a short period of time.

Cracker, with most of his body embedded in quicksand, sneered: "Fool, do you think I'm powerless to fight back? You lowly pirate underestimate the Sweet Commanders!"

Just as Crocodile was staring in astonishment, Cracker's Biscuit Warrior split open at the waist, and a three-meter-tall man with only a pink shoulder guard on his right shoulder and wearing riding breeches and boots stood up from the Biscuit Warrior.

"What is this?" Crocodile was stunned by this magic trick of turning a person into a living being. He had the same understanding as the outsiders, always believing that Cracker was the Biscuit Warrior.

He glanced at Lola instinctively. Outsiders might not know, but you brothers and sisters don't?

Lola lowered her head: "Brother Cracker always forbade us from telling him his secret..."

Cracker interpreted their interaction as "feeding each other dog food" and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at the sand crocodile.

"Desert terrain? A desert coffin without a tombstone? I think this is your coffin!"

Cracker pushed his Devil Fruit power to its limit, clapping continuously.

With each clap of the hands, the sand grains would condense into the shape of biscuits in mid-air. The biscuit warriors that the sand crocodile had spent so much effort hacking and slashing and using the terrain to trap the opponent instantly appeared, seventeen or eighteen of them, a densely packed mass. Each one was more than six meters tall, with a long face, a long beard, and a greatsword in hand.

Cracker laughed wildly, while Crocodile's face turned ugly.

What if you can't win? What else can you do? Run!

Without saying a word, Crocodile took off running, but Cracker had already anticipated this move.

Cookie Warriors excel at attacking and have extremely strong defenses. Their only weakness is their relatively slow speed, since they are made of cookies. While being sturdy, they sacrifice a lot of speed. Cracker had already devised a countermeasure against the enemy's tendency to flee twenty years ago.

"A pretzel roll!"

"A pretzel roll!"

"A pretzel roll!"

A dozen biscuit warriors attacked simultaneously from multiple angles, covering almost all directions. If the sand crocodile turned into a sandstorm to escape, no matter how it dodged, it would still get hit once or twice.

If the difference in strength is too great, taking a hit might give him a chance to escape, which would be worthwhile. But Old Sha doesn't think he's worse than Cracker; he just doesn't want to risk his life.

Seeing that the enemy was surrounding and blocking him, and that more than a dozen biscuit warriors were stabbing him randomly, he became somewhat annoyed.

Cracker wanted to kidnap Lola as a hostage, but he thought the two adulterers were planning to escape, so he left two Biscuit Warriors to guard Lola, and Crocodile couldn't get through at all.

"You forced me to do this! I didn't want to kill you originally." After realizing that his opponent was afraid to make a move himself and was instead using Biscuit Warrior to restrain and attack him, Crocodile stopped running and finished him off in one move!

He pressed his right hand to the ground, fully activating the power of the Sand-Sand Fruit.

"Erosion of Reincarnation!"

The once damp and cold ground of Devil Island instantly cracked. The moisture in the buildings, trees, and rocks was absorbed. Within the range of the fruit's power, everything was turning into sand at an exaggerated speed. The dense forest was eroded by sand, and countless zombies hiding in the shadows staggered out, but they were no match for the speed of sandification. In the end, they all lost their life force, and with a gust of wind, they all turned into sand.

This move was a huge burden for Crocodile. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. One after another, the biscuit warriors fell into the quicksand. This time, there was no such thing as burying half and leaving half. Like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, more than a dozen biscuit warriors were gone in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 131 The Swordsman Ryoma's Entrustment (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Gensokyo Deputy City Manager)

Cracker hurriedly tried to seize control of the sand, preparing to create more cookie warriors. The sand crocodile ignored this, thinking he could simply overwhelm the opponent with an endless sea of ​​sand. Making cookies? Childish! Do you think this is a game?

Crocodile's ultimate Logia-type Devil Fruit move, "Erosion Reincarnation," completely altered the landscape of Devil's Island. The cemetery and forest turned into desert, half of Gecko Moria's mansion collapsed, and even Vivi, who was practicing swordsmanship with Ryuma inside the mansion, was affected.

"Ouch? What the hell?!" As she was fighting, she turned around and found that the wall behind her had collapsed! Looking closer, she was shocked to see that the ground was cracked, trees were falling in clumps, and the cemetery that Vivi used to love had now become an undulating sand dune! For a moment, she even thought she had returned to Alabasta.

She was genuinely startled. Logia-type Devil Fruits are indeed powerful in altering the landscape, that much must be acknowledged. She and the "real man" Yamato had mastered the "Mighty Kingdom. Overlord of the Sea" technique, pushing the Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit to its limits. Visually, it would be difficult to create such an exaggerated scene.

Vivi's Observation Haki doesn't have the same ability as Fujitora to sense outer space instantly, but it still has a radius of a kilometer. At this moment, one-third of Devil Island has been corrupted by the Crocodile Fruit's power, which she can sense.

“Your heart is in turmoil,” said the swordsman Ryoma.

The swordsman himself is indeed dead, but Brook's shadow has merged with his body, and with the continued battles, there is now a tendency for a completely new personality to emerge.

Vivi glanced at her swordsmanship, which had already reached level 5, and decided not to waste any more time. She bowed solemnly to the swordsman Ryoma at a 45-degree angle, in the manner of Wano Country, as a junior paying respects to a senior.

"Senior, we've been fighting for a long time. Let's settle this with one decisive blow!"

"What an impatient young man! Come on then!" Swordsman Ryoma assumed a defensive stance.

Brook's shadow and Ryoma's body became increasingly integrated, and at this point, the lewd "yohohoho" laughter could hardly be heard anymore.

Vivi placed her right hand on the hilt of the knife, her expression focused, assuming a drawing stance.

Both sides are accumulating strength.

"Slay the Dragon!"

"Slay the Dragon!"

The same move, but Vivi used her sword-drawing technique to slash from left to right, while the swordsman Ryoma simply slashed down at a 30-degree angle, in a very ordinary way.

The eastern tower of the mansion, which was already severely desertified, collapsed completely. Vivi's sword aura was blood red, while the swordsman Longma's sword aura was completely black. After the two collided, the blood red sword aura was not as solid as the black sword aura, but it was finer. The two were deadlocked and neither could gain the upper hand.

In the end, Vivi's blood-red blade light shattered the black blade light, cutting chandeliers, carpets, and various pieces of furniture in half, and leaving a huge wound on the swordsman Ryoma's left shoulder and right rib.

"Senior, you!" Weiwei was taken aback; the opponent's "Dragon Slayer" hadn't even been used with full force!

Swordsman Ryoma smiled: "You learn so quickly! You've mastered my ultimate technique to this extent. You're really smart! Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row. Vivi, who had learned the opponent's skills through a cheat, felt a little ashamed—well, just a little...

"I'm already dead, but I'm so glad to see my skills being passed down... Damn it, my consciousness is getting weaker and weaker." Swordsman Ryoma sighed, his body bursting into flames from the inside out. He didn't even look at the flames on his body, and gently stroked his black sword, Shusui.

At the last moment, the swordsman Ryuma threw his black sword Shusui to Vivi: "Take this, and slay the evil dragon of Wano Country for me!"

His voice was powerful and resonant; for a moment, it was as if the swordsman who slew the dragon hundreds of years ago had been resurrected.

A dark shadow emerged from the body of the swordsman Ryoma and quickly merged back into Brook.

"Yohohoho! My shadow is finally back!"

The body of the swordsman Ryoma made no further sound, burning to ashes like a candle.

"Sigh," Vivi sighed. The voice of "Slay the evil dragon of Wano Country for me" still echoed in her ears. She didn't know if the swordsman Ryuma was just saying it casually or if he was referring to a specific person. In any case, this dragon-slaying mission was a bit difficult... She could only say she would try her best, but she couldn't guarantee success.

She held the Kurodo Shusui in her hand and examined it. The blade was dark purple with red serrated patterns. This sword had three characteristics. First, it was heavy. Shusui was heavier than the second-generation Kitetsu and Hanashu combined. Second, it was tough. It was said that even if a dinosaur stepped on it, it would not bend by a single millimeter. Third, it was thick. The back of the blade was very thick, which allowed the user to exert more power.

Using this knife requires a considerable amount of strength, but fortunately, Vivi's strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. She twirled the knife and tested its feel.

Unfortunately, the sword doesn't recognize her. It doesn't have the harmonious relationship with the second generation Kitetsu. This sword doesn't belong to her, and of course, it won't belong to Zoro either. The sword's owner has always been only one person: the swordsman who once slew a dragon, Shimotsuki Ryuma!

After its master passed away, this famous sword, which had become one with Shimotsuki Ryoma, was actually dead.

Weiwei hung the black sword Qiushui at her waist; now she had three swords hanging from her waist.

Hanashu is now obsolete in terms of weight, feel, and sharpness. She plans to leave the sword with the Nefertari family. It is, after all, a famous sword of the 50th grade of the Good Grade Swords. She will let her adoptive father use it to reward his subordinates. She herself will be content with the two Great Grade Swords, Nidai Kitetsu and the black sword Shusui.

Having completed three missions—rescuing Brook, kidnapping Mr. 3, and searching for the real Captain John's treasure—Vivi no longer hesitated and pulled Brook along as they ran outside.

Brooke snapped back to reality, that sleazy streak resurfacing. He cautiously asked, "Beautiful lady, um... could I see your...?"

Vivi cried out in grief and indignation, "Labu has been waiting for you for fifty years! Fifty years!"

Brooke, tears streaming down her face, immediately gave in: "You! Waaaaah... It's so sad, I'm crying, even though I don't have eyes..."

Vivi rode on the duck, with Brooke following behind. They ran out of the mansion, where the situation outside was even more chaotic.

The effects of the Erosion Cycle are enormous, but this ultimate move does mark the location of the Sand Crocodile.

Drought Jack finds the sand crocodile for the third time, and attacks!

Teaming up with Cracker? No way! It's a three-way fight! First, Jack the Drought fights Crocodile, then Cracker fights Crocodile, then it turns around and Jack the Drought is fighting Cracker again. Crocodile tries to run away, but is caught up by the two and gets a beating.

Chapter 132 Oz the Demon (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Clam)

Cracker was stunned when he saw Jack the Drought appear and chase after the sand crocodile. What was this idiot doing here?

Later, after Lola explained from a distance, Cracker learned about his "prospective brother-in-law's" abilities. Good heavens! He was utterly astonished! Not only did you provoke the Big Mom Pirates, but you also dared to mess with Kaido?! Cracker became even more determined: this prospective brother-in-law was a no-go; he was far too much of a troublemaker!

Jack the Drought didn't have many thoughts; he only knew how to complete the tasks assigned to him by Kaido! The mammoth, relying on its thick hide, charged back and forth, and whether it was the buildings, zombies, or Cracker's biscuit warriors on the island, anything hit by it would only be smashed to pieces.

Jack the Drought thoroughly enjoyed the charge; no one could withstand his immense strength, and the feeling of rampaging through everything was simply wonderful!

He was running around happily when suddenly a large hand reached out from the side, grabbed his trunk, and pulled him up, forcefully lifting the mammoth off the ground.

Drought Jack: "???"

He felt as if his nose was about to break. The mammoth's four legs were kicking wildly in the air, and the small eyes under its thick fur looked to the side. He saw a giant nearly seventy meters tall slowly stand up.

The giant had two horns on its head, dark red skin, and a head of dry, yellow hair. Its body was badly damaged, with centipede-like sutures all over its face, chest, and arms. The sutures were very rough, and as the giant moved, muddy brown blood clots would occasionally flow out from the sutures.

The giant looked at Jack the Drought in his hand, who resembled a toy, and a somewhat cruel smile appeared on his stiff face.

"Six Styles of Secret Techniques: Six Kings Spear!" The giant grabbed Jack the Drought by the nose with one hand, and clenched his other fist, which slammed heavily into Jack the Drought's body.

The mammoth was sent flying hundreds of meters like a cannonball, its skin ripped open, blood gushing out, crashing into countless trees and buildings along the way, and creating a crater more than thirty meters in diameter.

Jack the Drought, who had always touted himself as "super brave," was instantly forced back into human form. Blood kept flowing from his metal jaw guard, and his face turned pale.

Cracker, still battling his soon-to-be brother-in-law, couldn't help but look over. What was this thing? A giant? The Big Mom Pirates were arguably the team that knew the most about giants. Cracker knew very well that giants were at most twenty meters tall, some a little taller, twenty-one meters, and even taller ones, like the Blue Oni Dorry, who was twenty-two meters tall. They were definitely tall among giants. And this one in front of him? It was almost seventy meters tall!

After a careful examination, he said in a low, uncertain voice, "Oz? Oz the Demon?! How is this guy still alive?"

The commotion caused by Oz the Demon Slayer sending Jack the Drought flying was so great that several powerful figures on the island couldn't help but turn their gazes towards him.

If the group were to join forces at this moment, even if Oars the Demon had Rob Lucci's shadow, they could still fight if Vivi and the others attacked together. But how could they possibly team up!

Crocodile turned and ran. Cracker was a beat too slow this time, and the Biscuit Warriors' encirclement created a gap. Crocodile transformed into sand and rushed out through the gap. Trying to surround them again? That would be difficult.

Given the choice between completing the mission and defeating Oars the Demon, Cracker chose the former. Oars is Oars, so what? It's none of my business. The sky isn't going to fall, and even if it did, it wouldn't hit me.