One Piece: Rayquaza of the Beasts Pirates

The man at the head of the group wore a fur coat, had a cigar in his mouth, a scar across his face, and the iconic gold hook on his left hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

It is none other than Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!

"Hey, isn't this Old Sha? I'll take your chickens."

Kane greeted him with a nonchalant expression.

He really has a hard time getting nervous.

As we all know, Crocodile is no longer the brave man he once was. He has almost completely forgotten his Haki, and his strength is only maintained by the Sand-Sand Fruit.

To put it bluntly, he could probably hold his own against Ace for a few rounds without being defeated.

Crocodile clearly had no interest in small talk.

His gaze was fixed on the historical inscription on Kane's shoulder, his brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown.

As expected, the worst-case scenario has occurred!

That bastard actually got a clue about Hades!

Should we stop him?

This question existed in Crocodile's mind for only a moment.

This is not a multiple-choice question at all.

That was the dream I pursued for half my life, the power that would allow him to stand at the top of the world!

"Whoo~"

Crocodile took a deep drag on his cigar, letting the pungent smoke swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling.

He raised his sinister eyes, his voice hoarse and threatening: "Caesar Kane, put down the Poneglyph, and I can pretend I've never seen you and let you go."

what?

He must have misheard.

A very strange expression instantly appeared on Kane's face. He turned his head and exchanged a glance with his companions behind him, who also had strange expressions.

next second.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

An uncontrollable burst of laughter suddenly echoed throughout the entrance to the royal tomb.

Kane clutched his stomach with one hand, laughing so hard he bent over, and even the Poneglyph on his shoulder trembled slightly.

Even the usually serious Big Bear couldn't help but let a barely perceptible smile curl up at the corners of his mouth.

Although the title of "Seven Warlords of the Sea" is extremely intimidating to ordinary pirates and even countries, it is no different from that of a passerby to the Beast Pirates, no, to the Sky Pirates.

Another Shichibukai, "Heavenly Demon" Doflamingo, is still diligently making money for the Beasts Pirates!

"A bunch of bastards!"

"How dare you mock our president!"

Behind Crocodile, the executives of Baroque Works, seeing this, were all filled with righteous indignation and burning with anger.

A subject who is disgraced by his lord shall die.

We must make those arrogant fools on the other side pay a bloody price.

However, to their surprise, the usually arrogant and ruthless president stopped them at this moment.

"So... the negotiations have completely broken down." A dangerous glint flashed in Crocodile's eyes.

"if not?"

Kane chuckled, his tone undisguisedly mocking: "Even if I were to mercifully give you this stone, could you read what's written on it?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Crocodile bit down hard on his cigar, swung his left hook, and shouted, "Attack!"

The officials behind him swarmed forward like desert hyenas smelling blood.

"Tsk tsk, have you been blinded by desire?"

Kane smiled and calmly turned around, exposing his back to the enemy without any defenses, and simply ordered, "Play with them."

How many of these people will survive depends on their own fate.

Hiyori, Violet, and the others exchanged a glance and went straight to meet the Baroque Works executives who were rushing towards them.

Almost at the same time, Crocodile swung his right hand sharply.

"Desert Treasure Sword!"

A massive sand blade, composed of high-frequency vibrating sand, suddenly shot out from underground like a lurking venomous snake, aiming straight for Kane's back.

Kane neither dodged nor avoided, because someone would come to his rescue.

"Thunderous Eight Trigrams!"

With a shout, the spiked club, crackling with lightning, suddenly swept horizontally, blocking Sand Blade's path.

The sharp sand blades, capable of easily cutting through the ground, were abruptly blocked halfway, unable to advance an inch.

With an excited fighting spirit on his face, Yamato stomped his right foot and pushed the spiked club forward, crushing it along the trajectory of the sand blade.

Wherever it went, the sand blade was invincible, like a piece of butter, allowing the hot mace to slice through it.

"what?!"

Crocodile was startled when he saw Yamato easily break his attack and charge towards him.

How could he have ruined his own move so easily?

What followed was a strong sense of shame.

He knew who Yamato was, of course.

Kaido's daughter.

Could it be that I can't even defeat her?

He's the man who once challenged Whitebeard!

"Desert Diamond Sword!"

Consumed by rage, Crocodile's right hand suddenly turned to sand and rapidly expanded, instantly transforming into two enormous sand blades. Carrying his pent-up anger, he slashed fiercely at Yamato!

"Good timing!"

Yamato's happy shouts rang out.

Finally, finally, she's met a worthy opponent.

"Ma Huanren!"

The spiked club, wreathed in icy cold air, drew a chilling arc as it fiercely met the two sand blades.

boom--

The moment the spiked club collided with the sand blade, the accumulated freezing air exploded!

It was covered in sand blades and attacked Crocodile at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The biting cold current, like a white wave, swept up instantly, freezing all the sand blades.

The frozen sand blades lost all their kinetic energy and sharpness, and were easily smashed to pieces by the spiked clubs that followed.

The spiked club, still carrying its momentum, struck Crocodile squarely in the face.

Crocodile's eyes suddenly narrowed, and just as the spiked club was about to strike, a thin layer of black light instantly covered his right arm.

At the same time, the golden hook in his left hand, like the stinger of a scorpion, silently pierced towards Yamato.

"Oh? He can actually use Haki?"

Kane, who was watching the battle from a short distance away, raised an eyebrow with interest.

Although it's very thin, it is definitely Armament Haki.

Is Crocodile trying to rediscover his original passion and become stronger again in battle?

Wouldn't that make me the villain?

at the same time.

boom!

A figure wearing a fur coat was struck solidly by a spiked club, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air, with spurts of blood faintly visible.

Standing still, Yamato touched his right arm, which had just lost its Armament Haki, and said with a hint of confusion, "Such a weak attack."

She simply couldn't understand why Crocodile would rather take a direct hit from her than resort to a harmless hook attack.

Having witnessed the whole thing, Kane couldn't help but chuckle and shouted in the direction Crocodile had been sent flying, "Hey! Crocodile, you're really going downhill! You're even using such a treacherous weapon as a poison hook now?"

"You don't actually think you're being 'wise' by doing this, do you? No way! No way?!"

"puff!"

Crocodile, already injured and coughing up blood, was provoked by these words, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He had just tried to push himself up with his left hand when his gaze involuntarily fell on the golden poison hook that he had once been so proud of, but now seemed incredibly ironic.

For some reason, a nameless anger welled up in my heart.

When did I start to become dependent on this kind of thing?

pat!

He easily shook off the poisoned hook, revealing his perfectly intact left hand.

"I'm getting serious."

Crocodile wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming fierce and focused like never before.

He plunged both hands into the ground.

"Erosion of Reincarnation!"

Centered on his hands, the ground around them visibly and rapidly lost moisture, cracking and turning into sand.