Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

"Number Two, do you think 'one-handed red hair' is more powerful, or 'two-handed red hair'?"

Mihawk answered without hesitation.

"Of course, with both hands!"

"Then here's the problem."

Ian continued to ask.

Why is "Red-haired with both hands" not one of the Four Emperors, while "Red-haired with one hand" is?

Six years after losing his left hand, Shanks rose to the top in the New World, becoming the fourth Pirate Emperor in the eyes of the world.

This is something everyone in the ocean knows.

"..."

Mihawk fell silent; he suddenly realized he couldn't answer the question.

Because that's reality.

With red hair on both hands, he should be stronger, but he is not the Pirate Emperor.

One-handed red-haired man, who should have been weaker, became the Pirate Emperor.

Mihawk fell into deep thought.

There must be something fishy about this! (Death)

Chapter 175 "I'm not your father!"

Ian increasingly felt that Hawkeye Mihawk was a hypocrite.

He was clearly saying something like "I'm not interested in Shanks."

As a result, the moment Ian brought up the topic of red hair, this guy couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

Ah, number two~

Ian scoffed inwardly.

Why can't someone with "two red hairs" become one of the Four Emperors, but someone with "one red hair" can?

Of course, it's because the one-handed red hair completely blocked his "Little Left" in the new era!

And then the gears of fate began to turn...

With red hair on both hands, what kind of deformed gourd is that?

The bandit king, Sig, could easily kill fifty-six pieces of trash from the sea (seriously)!

Even a near-shore kingfisher less than 100 meters long could bite off his left hand and then calmly leave (Bao Zhen)...

But having red hair with one hand is something else entirely.

With his left hand detached from his body, his Haki is fully unleashed, and he can become the Pirate Emperor once he enters the New World!

What does it mean to be a user of the "Face Fruit"? What does it mean to be a pioneer of the new era? (Tactical lean back)

Ian ignored Mihawk, whose thoughts had wandered off somewhere else.

He glanced at Crocodile, who was lying unconscious beside him, and then at Mihawk, and a bold idea surged into his mind again.

Ian raised his right hand and released the power of the Clay-Clay Fruit. He released pieces of gray-black clay, resembling scales, covering the surface of Crocodile's body.

"wrong."

Mihawk's voice rang out beside Ian like a thunderclap.

The former world's greatest swordsman crossed his arms and shook his head as he looked at the unconscious Crocodile.

"The banana crocodile of Alabasta has yellowish-green scales, not grayish-black."

Ian turned his head, glanced at Mihawk, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

No wonder he's called "Eagle Eye," his eyes are so sharp!

Mihawk offered a helpful tip.

Ian instantly changed the color of the clay.

Crocodile's appearance began to undergo an astonishing transformation under his manipulation of power.

Hard, yellowish-green scales covered its body. As its body stretched and elongated, the length of its limbs remained unchanged. The golden poison hook on its left hand disappeared, replaced by a short, thick, but sharp claw. A thick, powerful tail also grew from behind it...

Click——click——

A camera shutter sounded from a Den Den Mushi (photo denial mushi).

Ian turned to look at Mihawk again.

The latter held a freshly made photo of a "real" crocodile between his two fingers and shook it at Ian.

"One for one".

Ian instantly understood what Mihawk meant.

One "harpy male demon art photo" can be exchanged for a "desert crocodile art photo".

"Tch~ As if I don't have a camera Den Den Mushi!"

Ian snorted and took out his camera Den Den Mushi, snapping away at his latest "masterpiece".

Mihawk could only regretfully take back the photos in his hand.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes stared at the photo silently for a while before he put it in his pocket.

...crocodiles are much uglier than eagles.

After finishing his business with Crocodile, Ian collected the meticulously taken "Desert Crocodile Art Photos" and then walked over to Edward Weeble on the other side.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon's [Dragon Roar] was too powerful, completely exceeding Buckingham Stussy's tolerance, and the old woman still hasn't woken up.

However, Edward Weebull, who was standing nearby, had amazing physical abilities and had not fallen into a coma until now.

Ian walked up to Edward Weevil, who was emaciated and looked like a skeleton.

If he hadn't witnessed Edward Weebull's "weight loss" process firsthand...

He also refused to believe that the straw-like thing on the ground was the same fat Edward Weevil from before.

Edward Weebull naturally noticed Ian's approach as well.

He's not particularly bright, but he's at least better than the legendary fish in the ocean whose memory lasts only seven seconds...

Edward Weebull remembers it very clearly.

Although the short guy who's approaching now isn't attacking him like the other two.

But this short guy came with two other short guys!

These three short guys are in cahoots!

"Don't come over..."

Severely dehydrated, Edward Weebull was too weak to move and could only try to intimidate the enemy with words.

"My mom will be here soon!"

Your mother—let's call her "Mom" for now—is still unconscious!

Ian completely disregarded Edward Weebull's threats.

He waved to the blue-eyed white dragon in the sky, and several buckets of fresh water immediately fell from the sky.

Ian conjured several clumps of clay and, like projectiles, launched them into the sky, hitting each of the wooden barrels filled with fresh water with unparalleled precision.

Fresh water gushed down from the sky, as if a localized downpour had occurred here.

Edward Weebull was bathed in the freshwater downpour. His extremely dehydrated body greedily absorbed the fresh water from the surroundings, and his whole body slowly swelled up like an inflating balloon.

Although it doesn't yet reach the level of flexibility and elasticity of a "rubber man".

However, Edward Weebull's physique is indeed slowly recovering.

Ian observed the scene with great interest.

Edward Weebull's body was like a dried-up riverbed, constantly absorbing fresh water from the surrounding area.

However, he did not return to his original chubby appearance; instead, he became a tall, muscular, middle-aged man.

This is unlike the Edward Weevil of the past.

He looks more like Edward Teach!

of course.

Edward Weebull still has very noticeable suture scars on his left eye, neck, and left arm.

His crescent-shaped white beard was also thinner and longer than a real white beard and "Edward Teach's".

But it has to be said.

Every fat person is a potential star.

Weight loss is the most effective cosmetic procedure.

Now, apart from having a slightly blank expression, Edward Weebull looks like a mighty and domineering super strong man!

"The Sand Crocodile's Sand-Sand Fruit is really interesting."

Mihawk walked over to Ian and gave a positive review of Edward Weevil's new look.

"This way, he looks more like the son of the white-bearded man."

"I am the son of Whitebeard!"

Edward Weebull had drunk enough water and felt much more energetic.

He snorted at Mihawk, then looked at Ian and said something in a silly tone.

"thank you!"

Without waiting for Ian's response.

Edward Weebull then picked up Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious, and grabbed his naginata. Without saying a word, he took off running.

"White Dragon, aren't you going to do anything?"

Mihawk looked at Ian, who was standing still, and asked in confusion.

"If you don't make a move soon, this 'white-bearded' man will get away."

"Not urgent."

Ian shook his head, watching Edward Weevil gradually run out of the desert area, and said calmly.

"Let's take a look first."

Edward Weevil, weapon in hand and carrying his mother, charged out of the desert Crocodile had created using his powers.

The moment I stepped out of the yellow sand.

Edward Weebull stood frozen in place, as if he had lost his power, and stopped running.

He knew the sand was dangerous.

He was just defeated by sand.

So, as soon as Edward Weebull recovered, he immediately ran out of the desert to avoid being swallowed by the sand again.

however.

After running out of the desert area, Edward Weevil returned to his original form.

A "foolish son" whose mind is completely blank and who needs Buckingham Stussy to give him orders in everything he does.

"Mother……"

Edward Weebull looked at Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious in his arms, and answered his own question.

"What should I do now? Sleep? Okay..."

Buckingham Stussy clearly didn't say anything.

Edward Weebull, however, seemed to have gotten the answer from his comatose mother.