One Piece: Get Stronger by Watching Battles

Crocodile? Who is he?

"Didn't you see him before?" Nami asked doubtfully. "He is Mr. 0, the president of Baroque Works, and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"Huh?" Sanji was taken aback. "Mr. 0? I only spoke to him via Den Den Mushi, I've never actually met him."

"what?"

Nami and the others were taken aback and looked at each other in confusion. Who was Crocodile going to kill?

"There were only some small fry outside, so I got in easily."

Sanji didn't understand what was happening.

"Is this the time to talk about this? Hurry up and find the key and let us out!"

Zoro yelled at Luffy and the others, while Smoker sat to the side, deep in thought. It seemed that there was another force involved in this matter.

……

Zhou Ze traveled non-stop to the Northwest, unaware that events had unfolded in ways he had not anticipated.

To be honest, Zhou Ze was in a bad state. Physical fatigue was secondary; he was more mentally exhausted.

He was unaware that Crocodile had already taken him for Sanji of the Straw Hat crew and was already plotting to kill him.

Across a sand dune, in the desert beyond Zhou Ze's sight, Miss All Sunday, also known as Nico Robin, was following Crocodile's orders to return to Catacombs to search for information about "Sanji".

She was also unaware that Crocodile already knew about her withholding information and was also harboring murderous intent towards her.

These two people, both marked by Crocodile, missed each other across a sand dune.

Having just crossed the St. Dora River, which divides the kingdom in two, and not having traveled far, Zhou Ze suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

The sky in the distance was too dark, and it seemed that something was approaching rapidly. Zhou Ze stopped, focused his attention on the horizon, and then his eyes widened.

A tornado whipped up a cloud of yellow sand, spinning rapidly across the desert as it approached Zhou Ze.

sandstorm!

Zhou Ze looked around but couldn't find a suitable place to hide. Apart from a few sand dunes, he couldn't even find a large pebble. The F-crocodile beneath him also seemed very uneasy, constantly throwing sand with its claws and emitting low hissing sounds.

With such a large-scale sandstorm, there was no way to avoid it. Zhou Ze's heart sank, and he had no choice but to take a gamble.

He forcefully propelled F. Crocodile toward the direction of the sandstorm, then stopped at the foot of a huge sand dune directly in front of it.

Clench both fists and bring them to your sides, then forcefully swing your right fist.

"Fishman's Fist - Thousand Tiles!"

With a low shout, a punch, as if stirring up water, tore through the air and struck the sand dune in front of him. With a loud "boom," a cloud of yellow sand filled the sky, and a large hole with a diameter of more than 2 meters appeared in the sand dune.

Zhou Ze quickly led his mount inside, and then a howling wind swept in, and amidst the flying sand and stones, a blanket of yellow sand and gravel covered the cave entrance.

Meanwhile, Crocodile was transforming into sand and using the sandstorm's fierce winds to head southeast when suddenly a huge sound accompanied by flying yellow sand caught his attention ahead of the sandstorm.

The cave was pitch black. Zhou Ze only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard silence return outside. He then used his hands and feet to dig open the cave entrance and crawl out.

Zhou Ze, who had survived the ordeal, was covered in sweat and lay on the sand, panting heavily. He was so tired that he unconsciously closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.

Once his breathing calmed down, Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes, but the next second, he was so shocked that his hair stood on end.

At the top of the sand dune, a black figure stood there. Due to the light and angle, Zhou Ze could not see the person's appearance clearly, but he recognized the person from the huge hook on the left arm.

Crocodile!

How did he end up here?

Zhou Ze sprang up from the sand in a somewhat disheveled manner, looking warily at Crocodile on the dune.

Crocodile, a cigar dangling from his lips, glanced arrogantly at Zhou Ze, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

Seeing Zhou Ze's reaction, Crocodile became even more certain of his judgment: this guy was indeed the fifth member of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Zhou Ze frantically searched his memories, but unfortunately he hadn't seen Luffy and his crew, nor had he received any news from the Navy, so he had no way of knowing where the story was going!

The two faced off for a while, then Crocodile chuckled, "I told you, I'll remember you!"

"Oh dear, you look so disheveled!"

What should I call you?

"Sanji from the Straw Hat Pirates?"

"Or is he Mr. Prince from that stinky restaurant?"

Crocodile's tone was terrifyingly cold, and his gaze toward Zhou Ze became cruel.

Zhou Ze stared wide-eyed at Crocodile in disbelief.

What?

Chapter 32 Zhou Ze VS Crocodile (Fourth update, please vote!)

Me? Sanji?

Holy crap, can't there be a normal person in this world?

Does this guy think I'm Sanji?

Zhou Ze was dumbfounded. He had no idea what had happened, but one thing he was sure of was that Crocodile hadn't come to him for tea and a chat. The killing intent in Crocodile's eyes was barely contained.

Zhou Ze immediately became extremely vigilant, using his Lesser Formless Skill to keep a close watch on Crocodile's actions.

"What, now that I've exposed your identity, you have nothing to say?" Crocodile, seeing Zhou Ze's shocked reaction, naturally assumed it was a normal reaction to having his identity exposed, and became even more convinced that Zhou Ze was the person he was looking for.

"Desert Treasure Sword!"

Crocodile raised his right arm, a flash of purple light appeared, and a huge sand blade suddenly appeared, cascading down the sand dune.

[Successfully learned the Desert Sword technique]

Zhou Ze, who had been on high alert, learned this technique immediately.

"Desert Treasure Sword!"

Zhou Ze applied what he had just learned and also swung a sand blade, but compared to his opponent's sand blade, Zhou Ze's appeared much smaller.

After all, Crocodile is a Sand-Sand Fruit user, capable of turning anything into sand, including his own body, and this is a desert.

Zhou Ze's sand blade was indeed formed by the internal force of the Lesser Formless Skill, which was mixed with yellow sand. If it weren't for the desert environment, his sand blade would be more like a sword aura.

Two sand knives collided halfway down a sand dune with a loud "boom," sending yellow sand flying.

Crocodile was slightly surprised, but he had already judged that his opponent was not weak, so he was not surprised that Zhou Ze could withstand the attack. What surprised him was Zhou Ze's ability.

"Desert sunflower!"

Crocodile suddenly raised his right arm, his right hand turning into yellow sand, and then slammed it down onto the ground.

[Desert Sunflower's Learning Success]

As Zhou Ze received the system notification, he suddenly stumbled, and the sand beneath his feet began to sink rapidly, quickly forming a quicksand area.

He tried to use Moonwalk several times, but he couldn't get airborne because the yellow sand under his feet kept sinking. Seeing that he was sinking deeper and deeper, Zhou Ze had no choice but to rotate his right arm a few times and then suddenly stretch it out.

The bluish-white internal energy transformed into an afterimage of an arm that flew out with a "whoosh," deeply embedding itself in the top of the sand dune before rapidly contracting and pulling Zhou Ze's body up.

Zhou Ze stood on the sand dune, feeling somewhat annoyed. Although he had come to deal with Crocodile, Crocodile had mistaken him for Sanji and attacked first in both encounters. Even a clay Buddha has some temper.

"Rubber pistol!"

Zhou Ze threw a punch, and the fist shadow generated by his internal energy stretched and rushed straight towards Crocodile.

Crocodile didn't dodge and let Zhou Ze's fists hit him. With a "thud," a hole was punched in his left chest, but only sand splattered out, not blood.

Crocodile turns his body into sand, so even if he is attacked many times, he is only hit by a pile of sand and will recover in an instant.

Zhou Ze was well aware of this as well. Before learning Haki, this Logia-type Devil Fruit ability was practically invincible.

He frowned. To defeat Crocodile, the best option would definitely be Haki, but that was clearly impossible now.

Then we can only follow the original plot and use water.

The thought of water made Zhou Ze's eyes light up. He had just crossed the Santoro River not long ago. If he could lure Crocodile to the riverbank, there might be a chance.

"Fire Fist"

Zhou Ze threw a powerful punch, and bluish-white flames swept up yellow sand and attacked Crocodile. Without even checking the effect of the move, he turned around and leaped down the hillside several times, heading towards the distant St. Dora River.

The domineering and vast flames completely engulfed Crocodile, and the powerful impact shattered his body, but the sand quickly gathered back together.

"Trying to run? Try it!" Crocodile sneered, transforming into a sandstorm to give chase.

"Desert Diamond Sword!"

Crocodile, whose legs turned into yellow sand and soared into the air, let out a fierce shout. His raised right hand suddenly turned into sand, transforming into a huge four-bladed sand blade, which slashed towards Zhou Ze.

As Zhou Ze was running for his life, he heard the whooshing sound of wind behind him and knew that Crocodile was catching up. Then, an even louder cracking sound appeared. Without daring to turn his head, Zhou Ze leaped to the side and dodged the attack.

In the blink of an eye, Crocodile descended from the sky, blocking Zhou Ze's path.

He arrogantly raised his chin, looking down on Zhou Ze with disdain. "You almost ruined my big plan, and you still want to run away?"

Zhou Ze pursed his lips. "It wasn't me who ruined your big plans. I just caused you a little trouble at most."

"Rubber Tomahawk!"

With a low shout, Zhou Ze suddenly raised his right leg, frantically activating the internal energy of the Lesser Formless Skill. A bluish-white vortex of internal energy surged from Zhou Ze's right leg, condensing into a huge leg shape, which he stomped down heavily.

Crocodile was cleaved in two from the top of his head by this attack, which pierced through his entire body, but the sand quickly gathered back together.

"In this desert, no one can defeat me." Crocodile smiled contemptuously, then roared:

"go to hell!"

"sandstorm!"

A small sandstorm tornado suddenly appeared in Crocodile's right palm, then rapidly expanded in size. He threw it away, and the sandstorm, now dozens of times larger, enveloped Zhou Ze.

[Sandstorm Learning Success]

The moment Zhou Ze released his grip on the sandstorm as it appeared and grew stronger, he received a system notification. However, he was also trapped by the rapidly expanding sandstorm. He covered his forehead with one hand and squinted as he searched for Crocodile's location amidst the swirling sandstorm.

"Desert Greatsword!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out from the sandstorm. Zhou Ze's heart tightened, and he was about to dodge when he felt a pain in his waist. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward.