One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

The diluted superhuman cells, once inside Yang Ming's body, immediately triggered a frenzy among the gourmet cells.

Two powerful cells used Yang Ming's body as their battlefield, beginning a fierce battle that was imperceptible to outsiders.

However, neither side could overcome the other, and in the end, a delicate balance was achieved under the suppression of the dragon bloodline.

Yang Ming stood still, a series of crackling sounds coming from inside his body, like popping beans.

After a while, the change stopped.

"Who is disturbing the peace of Enies Lobby!"

Seeing the members of the law enforcement dog team fall one by one into pools of blood, the presiding judge, who was sitting in the courtroom, could no longer sit still and brought the guilty jury to help.

The members of the guilty verdict jury were all hand-picked guards, with burly and strong builds. The word "guilty" was engraved on their left arms, and they held a large, black iron ball in their hands, one end of which was connected to an iron chain.

Holding one end of the iron chain, they swung the large iron ball in a circle, shouting:

"You are guilty!"

The next instant, the pitch-black iron ball emitted a piercing sound as it was hurled towards Yang Ming and his group of six.

This giant iron ball is incredibly heavy. If an ordinary person who has not undergone any brutal training were to be hit head-on, they would immediately become paralyzed, or even be crushed to death on the spot.

Fortunately, due to its large weight, the iron ball was not thrown at an astonishing speed. As long as one was prepared and made the right prediction, it could not hit anyone and was easily dodged by Yang Ming and his six companions.

The presiding judge was estimated to have giant blood, was tall and imposing, and had three heads, hence the name Three-Headed Baskerville.

In reality, the judge did not actually have three heads; rather, they were a combination of the three people wearing the same clothes. The one on the left was Bass, the one on the right was Kabir, and the one in the middle called herself Princess.

Although their combination was absurd and almost comical, the three of them actually worked together seamlessly and were highly skilled in swordsmanship, wielding six standard longswords with impenetrable precision.

The presiding judge immediately identified Yang Ming as the leader among the six. Without a word, he strode forward and his six standard-issue longswords drew six sharp arcs, viciously slashing at the enemy from six different angles, aiming straight for Yang Ming's head, heart, arms, and legs.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly drew his sword.

Flames flowed like water around the blade, forming a blazing sword of fire.

"Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding..."

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged blows, their swords clashing and sparking dazzling flames.

The presiding judge was startled to see that Yang Ming had managed to withstand the combined attack of the three of them.

"Is this boy really only seven years old?"

"Could it be that he started cultivating from the womb?"

Taking advantage of the judge's momentary lapse in concentration, Yang Ming gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, raising the tip of the blade high above his head.

The raging flames spread from his feet, coiling around Yang Ming's body like a fiery python, and climbing up the blade.

"Fifth Form! Flame Tiger!"

As Yang Ming finished speaking, blazing flames swept over, vaguely outlining the shape of a fiery tiger.

The judge's pupils suddenly contracted, shrinking to the size of needles.

A wave of heat rolled in, the air was filled with a scorching heat, and the air itself seemed to distort. Even the judge's few strands of hair were burned and curled up, turning yellow.

In this critical moment, the judge dared not be careless in the slightest. The three of them worked together, and six swords were crossed and placed horizontally in front of the ferocious fire tiger.

The tiger descending the mountain is all about its imposing presence.

The moment the presiding judge had a defensive thought, he lost some of his imposing presence!

"boom!"

The moment the flaming sword struck the six swords, a surge of power flowed from the blades into the judge's hands, causing their hands to go numb and crack!

At the same time, the ferocious Flaming Tiger leaped over the swords and pounced straight at the judge.

The judge transformed into a human torch, with flames raging along his wide robes. The three men, who had been wearing the same clothes, finally separated and rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames.

When they got up from the ground again, they saw Yang Ming and his six companions flying directly over the huge abyss waterfall between the courtroom and the Tower of Justice amidst swirling white smoke.

Bass scratched his head and said:

Should we continue chasing them?

Kabir plopped down on the ground, his body burning with heat and his tongue lolling out, and said:

"Come on, Spandain brought this trouble upon himself, let him deal with it. We've done our best and even got injured. Even if a new CP9 commander comes later, he won't be able to do anything to us."

After saying that, he seemed to find sitting there uncomfortable, so he simply lay down on his back and pretended to be dead.

Bass punched his palm and suddenly realized the ultimate level of slacking off in the workplace. He and his brother, who called himself Princess, lay flat together surrounded by fireworks.

Logia-type Devil Fruits have many wonderful uses. When Yang Ming was swept up by the white smoke that Smoker had turned into, he felt a seemingly soft but actually strong force surrounding his body.

Unless one's strength surpasses Smoker's, trying to escape from the white smoke by brute force is basically a pipe dream.

The white smoke carried several people across the waterfall and landed steadily in front of the Tower of Justice.

After Yang Ming and his group stood still, they suddenly realized that a group of people had been waiting there for a long time.

The leader was dressed in a suit and tie, wearing a black top hat, with a white dove perched on his shoulder. He had not yet grown a beard, and his face looked very clean. His bright eyes were fixed on Yang Ming, and then a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Someone like you is called a genius?"

Chapter 29 Rob Lucci, do you want to dance too?

"cp9?"

When they saw the seven people blocking the entrance to the Tower of Justice, Yang Ming and the others couldn't help but frown.

CP9 is a secret intelligence agency directly under the World Government. Ordinary people must learn the Six Powers of the Navy to be qualified to become a formal member of CP9, or they may be like Spandam because their family is an vassal of the Celestial Dragons and they are able to enter CP9 to become a loyal dog of the Celestial Dragons.

The World Government has granted CP9 the authority to kill during missions, including those who obstruct its operations or are detrimental to the World Government.

“Lucci, it seems you can take a break.”

Gabra, with his dark skin, flexed his wrists, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"I can handle this group of sailors by myself!"

The other CP9 members nodded secretly, clearly agreeing.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ming and his group's expressions immediately darkened.

Smoker, with his extremely volatile temper, couldn't stand the other party's provocation. Confident in his Devil Fruit powers, he immediately transformed into a wisp of smoke and flew swiftly close to the ground.

However, this was exactly what Gabra wanted.

Gabra had somehow already risen on his tiptoes, using his left foot as a fulcrum, and suddenly raised his right foot, which was taut with muscles, to deliver a sharp, crescent-shaped slash.

"Lanjiao!"

Smoker frequently uses the Smoke-Smoke Fruit to overwhelm his opponents, and it has long become an instinctive reaction in his body. He is about to use his elemental transformation to nullify his opponent's attack.

Unfortunately, Smoker's reaction was exactly what Gabra had anticipated!

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Smoker's figure materialized and flew backward from a cloud of smoke, slamming his back heavily against the wall of the Tower of Justice.

A human-shaped crack appeared on the wall, and then Smoker slid down softly, leaving a long trail of blood on the wall.

Smoker struggled to his feet, feeling a broken rib in his chest, his face frozen in disbelief.

Gabra proudly swung his right foot, allowing Yang Ming and the others to see clearly that his boot was inlaid with sea stone!

"Turns out he's just a guy who runs rampant because of his Devil Fruit ability."

Gabra held his chin high, glancing disdainfully at Smoker out of the corner of his eye.

“I’ve killed more than five guys like you.”

The CP9 members seemed to regard Smoker, who possessed the Smoke-Smoke Fruit ability, as the strongest among them. Watching Jabra easily send Smoker flying, Rob Lucci withdrew his gaze from Yang Ming and returned to his listless state.

Rob Lucci yawned and leaned against the wall, dozing off as if no one else was around.

Jonathan took off his jacket, revealing a strong, muscular physique, and put on brass knuckles, saying:

"It seems we've been underestimated!"

Drake toyed with the knife in his hand, the blade reflecting his battle-ready eyes.

As always, Dadi Mastasson was taciturn. This man, who once fought against Yasopp, the sniper of the Red-Haired Pirates, in the original work, poured all his passion into firearms.

The flintlock pistol in his hand was not the standard flintlock pistol issued by the Navy, but one he modified himself. Like the latest model developed by Doflamingo, the arms dealer, Dadi Masdasen's homemade pistol also solved the problem of barrel overheating and could fire bullets in bursts.

The bullets used by Dadi Masdasson were not the common black solid ammunition, but orange-yellow bullets with high explosive power.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dadi Mastasson remained silent, raised his hand, and fired three bullets at Gabra, roughly in a triangular pattern, targeting Gabra's forehead, heart, and lungs respectively.

Gabra was a bully who preyed on the weak. Seeing that these navy men seemed somewhat weak, he decided to put on airs and neither dodged nor flinched.

"Iron!"

Gabra crossed his arms to protect his chest, and his muscles tensed up instantly, giving him a defensive capability comparable to steel.

However, the moment the bullet exploded and delivered a powerful impact, Gabra's previously nonchalant expression suddenly changed drastically.

"boom!"

At that moment, Gabra felt as if he had caught three artillery shells, not just bullets with his bare hands!

The clothes on his arms were torn to shreds, leaving only a tattered cloth hanging on them, and his arms were covered in gunpowder and blood.

Clearly, with Gabra's current cultivation level, he was far from being able to catch a cannon with his bare hands. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his muscles repeatedly ached and felt weak.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Gabra's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately heard a series of hurried footsteps approaching.

"One on the left, one on the right."

Gabra spat on the ground, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Do you think you can defeat me just by sheer numbers?"

"Innocent!"

Gabra took a few quick steps in place, and then his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Do not!