Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

Although Edward Weevil is not Edward Newgate, the difference in their abilities is like heaven and earth.

But who made Edward Weebull grow such a distinctive crescent-shaped beard?

Crocodile defeated Edward Weevil.

Round it up.

He was the one who defeated Whitebeard in his youth!

However, when Ian's question reached Crocodile's ears, he was taken aback.

"……what?"

"lose weight."

Ian looked at Edward Weevil, who was as withered as a zombie, and gestured roughly.

"If I were to throw cold water on Edward Weebull now, would he revert to his old ways?"

"Or perhaps, will he become a little 'thinner'?"

Ian knew that there was a person on the high seas whose ability could cause a "weight loss" effect.

Coincidentally, the opponent was also a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, and could also extract water from the enemy's body.

【Nature Type: Forest Fruit】

Crocodile was somewhat speechless at Ian's inexplicable question.

After a long pause, he uttered two words in a very cold tone.

"boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, Crocodile strode directly toward Buckingham Stussy and his mother.

At that moment, a heavy, black cross-shaped greatsword blocked his path.

Crocodile stopped in his tracks, frowning as he looked at the "former" world's greatest swordsman beside him.

"Hawkeye?"

I don't care how you deal with that woman.

Hawkeye Mihawk said calmly, while retracting his [Black Blade Night].

"But don't kill that young white-bearded man yet; I'm somewhat interested in him."

Hawkeye Mihawk originally wanted to challenge Edward Weevil.

But Crocodile's sudden outburst caught him off guard.

Furthermore, the fact that he, Crocodile, and White Dragon ganged up on Edward Weevil together... was really going too far.

Therefore, Hawkeye Mihawk has temporarily withdrawn from this sparring match.

However, at present.

Edward Weevil has been defeated by the Sand Crocodile.

Hawkeye Mihawk also wanted to test the true strength of this "Whitebeard III," who was suspected of inheriting the power of Whitebeard in his youth.

“I’m also very interested in him, old man.”

Ian then continued.

"This person is mine."

The mighty Edward Weevil III, the Whitebeard.

In the mouths of Ian, Hawkeye Mihawk, and Crocodile, he was like a piece of pork waiting to be slaughtered.

However, none of the people present had any objections.

The only old woman who had a complaint hasn't come to her senses yet...

After being interrupted by Mihawk and Ian, Crocodile's idea dissipated considerably.

"Fine, you can have both of them!"

Crocodile, ignoring Buckingham Stussy and Edward Weevil, spoke calmly.

"I have no interest in such a weak enemy."

"lie."

Ian sneered, directly exposing Crocodile's lie.

"Old Sha, if you weren't interested in Buckingham Stussy, would you have gotten so worked up fighting him just now?"

"White Dragon...you bastard!"

Crocodile's deliberately maintained calm expression instantly crumbled, several veins bulged on his forehead, and his right arm turned to sand, with strands of yellow sand flowing down from his body.

"Do you want to fight?"

"I'm not taking advantage of you."

Ian wouldn't mind testing Crocodile's capacity.

However, the other side had just gone through a battle.

"I'll give you some time to rest."

"I don't need that kind of thing!"

Crocodile snorted coldly, abandoning Buckingham Stussy and Edward Weevil, and transformed into a whirlwind of sand, rushing towards Ian's location.

"Die, White Dragon!"

"Tsk!"

Ian clicked his tongue, and two red lights flashed in his eyes. His Observation Haki directly revealed Crocodile's battle intentions.

"Let me see how much you've improved!"

Crocodile's right arm transformed into a massive, heavy sand blade. The jet-black Armament Haki mixed into the sand transformed the brownish-yellow sand blade into a huge "black blade."

"Desert Diamond Sword!"

laugh--

Enraged, Crocodile swung his Desert Diamond Blade, seemingly about to sever the white dragon's head in one blow.

"Wow, not bad, that's [domineering]!"

Ian's eyes lit up. He slowly raised his left hand, his left fist stained black with thick Armament Haki, to block the Desert Vajra Blade that was slashing towards him.

clang--

Ian's fist clashed with Crocodile's Desert Diamond Blade.

The seemingly enormous and incomparably powerful Desert Vajra Sword suddenly trembled violently.

In contrast, Ian's fist remained firmly clamped there, completely still.

"But it's still too weak!"

It's too late, but it's soon.

Ian swung his right fist forward, and that jet-black iron fist, which was also wrapped in Armament Haki at some point, slammed heavily into Crocodile's abdomen with lightning speed.

boom!

Ian's iron fist slammed solidly into Crocodile's stomach.

The latter's eyes bulged out, and his body involuntarily curled up as memories flashed through his mind.

In his childhood, he witnessed firsthand the destruction of the country by the Celestial Dragons and pirates in God Valley...

In his youth, he became famous as a pirate, and fought to a standstill with Douglas Barrett, the son of a demon...

· ········Requesting flowers····· ·····

He ventured into the New World, challenging Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world, only to suffer a humiliating defeat...

Shattered dreams and demoralized, he accepts an invitation from the World Government to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, hoping to use external forces to exact revenge once more...

Fragments of memories flashed through Crocodile's mind like a revolving lantern.

The last thought that crossed his mind was—

'That bastard Bailong... his punches were so heavy...'

Crocodile, you're dead.

The sand crocodile, who was just moments ago so aggressive, wanting to sever the white dragon's head.

He was punched in the abdomen by Bai Long and collapsed limply to the ground.

Before Ian's eyes, a brand new seven-star system treasure chest jumped out from the void.

[Star Chest: Crocodile]

【Treasure Chest Rating: ★★★★★★★】

'Old Sha has already reached seven stars? That's quite unexpected...'

Ian had initially thought that Crocodile's current strength level was only six-star, just like when he first encountered him.

After all, Crocodile's power level hadn't changed much after the brief exchange; he had only awakened—or rather, "recovered"—Armament Haki.

There has been progress, but not much.

... . ....

Ian hadn't expected that with just this small improvement, Crocodile's strength level would advance from six-star to seven-star...

Regardless, this benefited Ian.

"White Dragon."

Mihawk frowned involuntarily as he looked at Crocodile, who had been knocked down by Ian's punch.

"Aren't you on good terms with Crocodile?"

"Won't you be hurting him too much by doing this?"

"What's so strange about that, Number Two?"

Ian put away his fist, glanced at Hawkeye, and casually gave an example.

"If you had the chance to defeat Shanks, would you hesitate?"

"will not!"

Mihawk said decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"However, the red-haired man no longer has his left hand. A swordsman has lost even his dominant hand..."

"I've lost interest in that man."

In the past.

Mihawk often seeks out Shanks for sparring matches. The two are evenly matched and both find enjoyment in the battle.

But until six years ago.

Shanks lost an arm in the East Blue...

Mihawk never sought out Shanks to spar again.

Because Shanks lost his left hand, the left hand he used to eat, drink, and wield a knife!

For a swordsman, losing his dominant hand would have a tremendous impact on his strength.

According to Mihawk.

Without his left hand, Shanks is no longer the red-haired man he used to be worthy of his attention.

So at this time.

That's why Mihawk said he "had no interest in that man."

however.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Ian pursed his lips, then asked a question.