One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Upon hearing this, even the CP9 agents, who were on the opposing side, couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Gabra's eyes darted around, and he struggled to look away from Yang Ming.

"This brat is a monster like Rob Lucci. I can't afford to mess with him, but surely I can handle the other marines?"

Gabra gave a sinister smile and carefully left the ruins.

He dared not make too much noise, for fear of attracting Yang Ming's attention.

The fighting style of Yang Ming and Rob Lucci, which resulted in heavy casualties on both sides, terrified Gabra.

Gabra couldn't even imagine whether he, in Rob Lucci's position, would still be able to continue laughing and joking instead of lying in a coffin.

Slip away, slip away!

This isn't because he's cowardly, but because he's acting from the heart!

Jabra thought his actions were discreet, but in reality, none of them escaped Yang Ming's Sharingan with its two tomoe.

However, Yang Ming is now being targeted by Rob Lucci's killing intent. If he gets distracted, Rob Lucci will find a weakness.

Yang Ming had no choice but to trust his friends.

Although the team's performance was not ideal, don't forget that they are just freshmen who have been training at the naval academy for two months. These CP9 agents have already completed countless missions and honed their superb killing skills in the process.

This is like a group of new players leveling up in a starting village, only to suddenly face a group of advanced players who have already changed classes; naturally, they will be crushed by the enemy.

However, all five of them are accomplished individuals in the original work, and they are themselves high-quality rough gems. After some polishing, they will surely unleash their talents.

Rob Lucci glanced at Gabra's furtive retreating figure and then took a deep breath.

"Life returned!"

One of the Six Styles of the Navy, Life Return, allows the user to freely control their body, hair, and internal organs. Once consciousness is infused into the body, any part of the body can be freely controlled.

Using the Life Return technique, Rob Lucci barely managed to suppress the internal injuries to his internal organs. He slightly bent his knees and lowered his body, then slammed his feet into the ground, causing cracks to appear. He had vanished from the spot.

"shave!"

Rob Lucci closed in with lightning speed, his arms bulging with muscles, his fingers clenched into fists, and he unleashed a terrifying sonic boom.

"Six Styles of Profound Technique! Six Kings Spear!"

Yang Ming gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with one hand, flames coiling upwards like a fiery python. His scarlet eyes reflected the approaching, terrifying figure in the firelight. Yang Ming, equally unwilling to back down, roared:

"We have no opponent ahead of us!"

"The Secret Technique of Flame Breathing!"

"Ninth Form! Purgatory!"

As Yang Ming's voice fell, a fiery dragon suddenly raised its head from the raging sea of ​​fire, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the enemy.

Chapter 32 All things in the universe return to dust, and the flowing blade is like fire.

Not only one person noticed Babra's unusual behavior, but also, fearing that Babra would disturb the battle between Yang Ming and Rob Lucci, Smoker and the others took the initiative to intercept Babra.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Babra grinned maliciously:

"You bunch of defeated wrestlers, how dare you come here to seek your death?"

Smoker's expression hardened, smoke billowing from his arm, and he said in a deep voice:

"It is precisely because we and Yang Ming are partners who have shared life and death that we must stop you!"

Just as Smoker finished speaking, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the arena.

"boom!"

Centered on the battle between Yang Ming and Rob Lucci, a fierce gust of wind swept through, stinging people's faces.

The area was filled with flying sand and stones, blocking the view of outsiders.

A faint clanging sound of weapons clashing could be heard continuously, crimson flames bloomed like fireworks, and the ground shook more and more violently.

Babra was horrified, but also somewhat relieved that he hadn't sought revenge on Yang Ming.

"If I can't deal with him, I can certainly deal with you all!"

Babra took a few small steps in place, then used Shave to rush forward at high speed and close the distance.

Having learned their lesson the hard way, Smoker and his crew had long been on guard against this tactic.

Thick smoke billowed all around, obscuring Babra's vision, while four exceptionally thick plumes of smoke silently climbed up his arms and legs, like four chains tightly binding his limbs.

By the time Babra realized something was wrong, the situation had already developed beyond his expectations.

Drake and his group attacked from all sides. At this moment, Babra was trapped by the smoke and could not use the Seastone on the soles of his shoes to damage Smoker. He could only watch helplessly as the attacks from the others came at the same time.

"Iron!"

Babra's face was ashen as he flexed his muscles, making them as solid as steel.

Drake and Jonathan's punches, Tina's flying kick, and Dadi Masdason's bullet all hit Babra.

The Iron Block isn't an invincible defensive technique; it does have a damage tolerance limit.

Not to mention, Babra had just been severely injured by Yang Ming's Flame Slash, and his physical functions were not at their peak. Under these circumstances, the hardness of the Iron Block he used was far below standard, and he was immediately hit hard when Smoker and his men attacked him in anger.

"puff!"

Babra's abdomen collapsed, his back arching high like a cooked lobster, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

The other CP9 members were not unaware of Babra's situation, but the battlefield on Rob Lucci's side was more stimulating for them, leaving them no time to pay attention to anything else.

"boom!"

Two figures flew backward from the fireworks almost simultaneously, one after the other.

Rob Lucci slammed his head against the wall of the Tower of Justice, causing several concrete walls and load-bearing columns to collapse. The tower was nearly shaken to its very foundation, and the entire tower, which was tens of meters high, swayed precariously. A cloud of dust billowed up inside.

"Lucci!"

Upon seeing this, the CP9 members were all shocked and quickly rushed into the house to search for Rob Lucci's whereabouts.

Yang Mingren was in mid-air, about to fall into the abyss waterfall. He immediately flipped his hand, mustered the little strength he had left, and stuck the broken standard longsword in his hand into the rock wall.

The long blade rubbed violently against the rough stone wall, sparking and producing a series of piercing, deafening sounds. It slid down for more than ten meters, leaving deep blade marks, before finally coming to a stop.

With his feet suspended in mid-air, beneath him lay a waterfall that seemed to plunge three thousand feet into an abyss, its roar deafening.

If anyone falls into the waterfall, they will definitely be swept away and crushed to pieces by the powerful current.

Yang Ming gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his fingers turning white. His body hung in the air, and he dared not relax for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he gasped for breath, using the combined power of Flame Breathing and the Six Treasures Immortal Thief to quickly recover his strength.

At this moment, there was almost no part of Yang Ming's body that was unharmed. Even his body, which was covered by dragon scales, had parts where the dragon scales had been torn off and severely injured, with shocking bloodstains flowing down his body.

Rob Lucci is proficient in the Six Powers of the Navy and has mastered their essence. He gathers all his strength into his fists and unleashes a powerful attack in the form of a shockwave. The power is even ten times that of the Impact Deck in Skypiea, and the explosive power is no less than that of the Impact Deck.

If it weren't for the Dragon Roar passive ability to reduce enemy damage by one-third, coupled with his powerful physique enhanced by various status effects, Yang Ming would probably have been more than just knocked away; he would have perished in that fight.

"Captain, are you okay?"

As Smoker's concerned voice rang out, a plume of smoke slowly descended from above, wrapping around Yang Ming's waist.

Yang Ming smiled wearily and said:

"Don't worry, he won't die."

His blood-stained right hand still gripped the broken blade's hilt tightly, pulling it from the mountainside before letting Smoker carry him back to the ground.

During this process, Yang Ming struggled to open his blood-blurred eyes and noticed the system's earlier notification.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from Bleach. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to start the prize wheel?"

A lottery wheel slowly appeared, with only one type of prize: Zanpakuto, all kinds of Zanpakuto.

Zanpakuto: Zangetsu, Benihime, Ryujin Jakka, Kyoka Suigetsu...

The smoke pulled Yang Ming back from the edge of the cliff, and just as Yang Ming's feet were firmly planted on the ground again, the lottery results were announced.

【Ryujin Jakka】: The strongest and oldest fire-type Zanpakuto, possessing the strongest attack power among fire-type Zanpakuto. After Bankai, the flame temperature is like the core of the sun.

A stream of fire enveloped the broken blade in Yang Ming's hand. This standard longsword, which had been with Yang Ming for a long time, could no longer keep up with his pace of progress. It had been severely damaged in the battle with Rob Lucci and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, would soon reach the end of its life.

Yang Ming is a very sentimental person, and he is reluctant to discard his weapons unless absolutely necessary.

Under the tempering of the flames, this broken blade, riddled with cracks, was reborn from the ashes.

A Zanpakuto, as black as ink, appeared in Yang Ming's hand. In its normal state, it was an ordinary-looking katana with a dark purple hilt, an oval-shaped guard, and a brown scabbard.

"Old friend, are you also craving blood?"

As Yang Ming murmured something, the blade responded with a trembling hum, as if it truly understood Yang Ming's words.

Everything has a spirit, even ships can develop their own spirit under special circumstances, let alone this Zanpakuto that has been reborn from the ashes.

Originating from a standard longsword, it followed Yang Ming on his travels throughout the north and south. Now, it reappears before the world as the Zanpakuto Ryujin Jakka, and naturally, it will develop its own spirit to repay Yang Ming's kindness in giving it a second life.

Yang Ming dragged his Zanpakuto along, sparks flying as the tip of the blade scraped against the ground.

The prismatic gems hanging from his waist jingled, and when Yang Ming reappeared in front of the group of CP9 agents, they were immediately on high alert, their muscles tensing.

Behind these CP9 agents, Rob Lucci, with extensive burns all over his body, lay on a pile of rubble, barely breathing, looking like he was about to die.

With Yang Ming's dwindling strength, he simply cannot face the other CP9 agents at their peak.

Fortunately, the other party was unaware of Yang Ming's true situation.

Yang Ming slowly raised his head, a bloody gash running down his forehead from a scratch. His blood, combined with his ruthless, demonic crimson eyes, revealed a chilling light as the two tomoe in his pupils slowly rotated clockwise.

"Step aside!"

As Yang Ming's deep voice fell, all the CP9 members shuddered. They didn't dare to utter a sound and instinctively stepped back, making way for a wide path.

The man in front of me almost killed Rob Lucci!

The CP9 members' behavior wasn't cowardice, but rather a genuine expression of their hearts!

Dragging his Zanpakuto, Yang Ming slowly ascended the stairs of the Tower of Justice, leaving a trail of blood with each step.

All the CP9 agents stared at his retreating figure as if frozen in place, not daring to make a move for fear of provoking Yang Ming's thunderous rage.

When Yang Ming entered the Tower of Justice, there was no one along the way; all the agents on duty had vanished without a trace.