The two of them, Mawson, probably didn’t expect that there would be such a guy who was not afraid of death and would follow and film the entire fight between these two people.

However, after they were completely high, the two of them didn't care much about anything else around them.

Mo Sen, who had not fought a life-or-death battle with such a strong man for a long time, had already fully mobilized his fighting spirit.

Such battles provided countless inspirations for the development and perfection of his moves.

This was a state that had never been seen in previous battles with Garp.

It's not because Garp isn't strong enough, it's because his mentality is completely different from now.

During the battle, his strength was improving bit by bit, and his swordsmanship, which had been dormant for a long time, began to take a small step forward.

Not only that, the fruit abilities have also become more proficient with various inspirations and combat support.

The external manifestation is that his slashes are becoming more and more powerful, the fruit's defensive damage reduction ability is even better, and the internal consumption is further reduced.

The recovery rate of injuries caused by attacking and colliding with Jack is also increasing.

Mo Sen's eyes became bright and scary. Not only did the injury not make him look painful, but his face became excited.

Environment can really affect a person.

In the previous life, a person who didn't even dare to kill a chicken could have imagined that he could enjoy the battle between life and death so much now?

I do not know how long it has been.

"Haha, Jack, pick up my new move."

Suddenly, Mo Sen, who had been fighting silently without speaking, burst out laughing.

【Return to true nature...tornado】

Countless sword energy flew out of Mawson's long knife and spun around. A vortex grew larger in an instant, forming a huge tornado in just a moment. The sharp cutting aura even distorted the surrounding air.

Not used for naturally formed tornadoes, which are in the shape of an upright funnel, Mawson's sword tornado is shaped like a trumpet, with a huge trumpet that wraps Jack inside.

Then there are countless airflows driven by the knife energy that rotate at high speeds and cut everything around them.

Roar……

A huge roar sounded, and a huge mammoth appeared where Jack was.

Boom...

The huge mammoth stepped down with two front hooves, and the violent vibration was like an earthquake. The wave spread far away before disappearing.

The mammoth charged forward violently, and its huge body crashed into the tornado of sword energy formed by Mawson's move.

Puff puff……

The air flow of the sword rotates and cuts the huge elephant body, and then...

Then there is no more.

The move only had half of its effect, and was smashed to pieces by the huge elephant body.

However, looking at the dense scars on the mammoth's body, this trick still seems to be quite effective.

The mammoth that Jack transformed into did not stop. The pain caused by the injury just now made his eyes turn red, and his whole person became extremely angry.

Two huge sharp ivory tusks crashed straight into Mawson.

"Hey!"

Mo Sen exhaled, as if mocking, and the figure disappeared.

A bright moonlight rose in mid-air, and a sharp and majestic sword flew diagonally from mid-air towards the head of the giant mammoth.

The giant elephant's forward posture did not stop, and the sword energy left a long scar on his body.

And Mawson has appeared on the neck of the mammoth.

The long knife was held behind his back with both hands, and his two feet were firmly attached to the giant elephant like magnets.

"Drink!"

All the strength of the body and the knowledge of sword skills were put on the jet black blade.

The sharp breath disappeared in a flash, so fast that no light of the sword appeared, and the extremely sharp blade had already pierced the neck of the mammoth at his feet from top to bottom.

The blade of the knife penetrated the flesh for half a meter, and Moson grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and drew back with all his strength.

"Ah... I'm going to tear you apart."

Jack screamed, and the extremely violent sound spread all around.

Mawson had already drawn his knife and backed away, landing not far behind Jack.

I saw where Mo Sen had just attacked, a half-meter-deep and thirty-centimeter-long knife edge with flesh and blood rolling around, and a lot of blood gushing out.

Jack seemed to have turned into a human form, and the pain from the wound on the back of his neck continued to stimulate him.

This attack was the one that caused the greatest result for Mawson so far. Unfortunately, for Jack's huge body, it could only be regarded as an ordinary injury.

Jack's eyes turned blood red, and the two scimitars in his hands slashed at Mawson with a terrifying momentum.

"I'm going to kill you, Navy brat."

This is indeed the biggest loss he has suffered in recent times.

"Hey, let's wait until you can do it."

He also looks very embarrassed now. The navy's cloak of justice has long since disappeared, and the suit he wears has become tattered, and blood stains can be seen in many places.

The slanting sunlight shone on his face, and his face, streaked with sweat, looked a little excited.

It's been more than an hour since the battle with Jack, and he clearly feels that his strength has been sublimated. This feeling is really intoxicating.

After parrying Jack's two menacing knives, Mawson stepped forward again. The long knife in his hand was flying and he fought with Jack again.

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In the small town, residents have slowly begun to settle down.

The people who have been in various wars for a long time are extremely adaptable to this kind of thing, not to mention the comfort of the navy around them.

Compared to Jack's strength, the pirates under him are far different from the soldiers that Mawson quietly cultivated.

Not to mention, there are still many people in a drunken state, and several of them died due to the impact of the fight between the two.

I don’t know what the mood of these guys who went to hell in a daze is like.

The battle was one-sided from the beginning. With the current combat power of the troops directly under Mawson, these pirates didn't even make a splash.

In addition to a few pirates who escaped the pursuit of Mawson's soldiers, some were killed, and in the end more than a dozen were captured.

Their battle ended quickly, and Smoker wasn't too slow either.

No matter who it is, if breathing is restricted, the battle cannot last long.

In terms of Smog's current hard power, it is actually slightly worse than Dram.

But battles sometimes don’t all depend on one’s own strength. The right time, place, people, and various aspects may affect the outcome of a battle.

Drum was at a disadvantage because his reaction slowed down a bit after drinking, and then he accidentally fell into Smoker's home field, and he had no experience with the smoke fruit ability.

What's more, the power of Murloc Karate on the ground has been reduced, and his learning is incomplete after all.

This doomed him to failure.

However, Drum understood that this defeat might no longer have a chance to survive, and in the end he completely aroused the ferocious nature in his body.

There is nothing more cruel than a wounded and trapped animal without hope.

Dram and Drum completely gave up their defense and fought for their lives with Smoker.

From then on, the fighting became fierce.

After all, Dram is stronger than Smoker. Even if Smoker takes advantage of the fruit's ability, it is absolutely impossible to defeat him without taking any damage.

So, fight to the end.

Both of them were scarred.

When Drake led the soldiers to eliminate the pirates and found Smoker.

This thorny figure among the younger generation of the Navy was leaning against the wall with his back covered in blood and was close to coma.

At his feet lay the huge pirate Dram with fish-man blood, unable to move.

"Tie that guy up and tell Mawson. Fortunately, you will live up to your fate."

Seeing the soldiers coming, Smoker finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.

He was still looking at the cigar, with an ugly smile on his face, and his weak voice was extremely proud.

After saying this, he fell into a coma.

His injuries were not minor. The most severe wound was on his right chest, where a palm print had completely collapsed. The dense white bones had penetrated the flesh and blood, and it looked extremely terrifying.

"Quickly, come here and help Colonel Smoker stop the bleeding and bandage it. Leave two teams to clean the battlefield. The rest of us will take all the prisoners and our wounded aboard with me!"
To be continued...