Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Cavendish rushed forward in rage and launched a fierce attack on Jerry.

"I just went with the flow. It's not intentional. Once my face-changing kick is out, it automatically follows the law of gravity of the face and will hit other people's faces unconsciously."

"Look, just like now!"

As he spoke, Jerry dodged Cavendish's lightning-fast sword strike and kicked him in the face.

Instinctively, he drew his sword to block, and Cavendish shouted:

"Wow! You're still here!?"

Seeing the big slippers in front of him being blocked by himself, Cavendish couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"Phew... Fortunately, I tried my best to protect my face, so my handsome appearance was preserved."

The two started fighting fast, and even though Cavendish was not careless, he was almost kicked in the face by Jerry.

"Really? Then keep blocking it."

Jerry grinned and said that it was rare to meet someone who attached great importance to the defense of his face like himself.

If the other party hadn't barged in last night and almost hurt someone, Jerry wouldn't have kept hitting him in the face.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

The two men moved back and forth quickly, and the sound of fighting continued.

Fortunately, the terrain here is open and some distance away from the busy streets. There are not many unrelated people around. When they saw the fighting, they all ran away at the same time.

"Hey! Damn it! Are you looking for trouble?"

"You keep attacking my handsome face. Are you jealous that I'm more handsome than you?"

"You think you can kick me? No way!"

It wasn't long before Cavendish started shouting in frustration.

It was because Jerry had a smirk on his face and kept attacking with his legs, and every move he made was aimed at his facial features.

Faced with Cavendish's provocation, Jerry decided to attack head-on.

"Haha, in terms of appearance, I am not inferior to you."

"But now that you've said that, I have no choice but to kick your head like a pig."

Jerry's smile remained unchanged, but his body's attack and defense speed increased significantly.

Seeing this, Cavendish couldn't help but become serious.

He had seen Jerry in the newspaper where he had made headlines, and knew that he was a powerful pirate.

He had no idea about the strength of the person in front of him before, but now he felt a little more serious in his heart. After all, the other party only used his legs to fight him, which put a lot of pressure on him.

At this moment, Cavendish had just set sail and had not yet formally formed a pirate group, let alone attack the New World.

His strength is indeed considered to be the top figure in the park, but it is much worse than Jerry.

This was clearly reflected in the fact that his response became increasingly reluctant as the fighting lasted longer.

Cavendish himself is a swordsmanship genius. When he went to sea, he already possessed strength close to the level of a swordsman. After going to sea for a short period of time, he has now reached the level of a swordsman.

Combined with his fast speed, he had not encountered any rivals during the time he was in the amusement park.

Coupled with his usual elegant manners, flashy clothes and handsome appearance, Cavendish really became a bit famous.

He has a large number of crazy fans, and many reporters are willing to publish news about him even when there is nothing big to report, so as to at least ensure some newspaper sales.

"Oh!"

"oops!"

During the rapid battle between the two, a strange noise was suddenly heard.

It turned out that Cavendish failed to react in time, and Jerry skillfully kicked away the sword from behind and kicked him in the side of the face.

Cavendish stumbled back several meters, rubbing his slightly swollen left face with a grimace, and roared angrily:

"Are you serious? My handsome face..."

"I'll fight you!"

Seeing him rushing towards him again, Jerry raised a playful smile:

"I said I'd kick your head like a pig, and I'll kick your head like a pig. I always keep my promises."

Before he could finish his words, Jerry rushed forward again.

The furious Cavendish tightly grasped the famous sword "Durandel" in his hand, lightly stepped on the ground, and shot out as fast as an arrow. He gathered strength in his arms and stabbed straight out with the sword.

"Beautiful Sword·Blue Bird!"

The sword stabbed straight in at a high speed, causing the surrounding air to stir, and a sharp wind whistled out, heading straight for Jerry's face.

Jerry looked calm, standing still, holding out the fishing rod in his right hand. He seemed to be unhurried, and when the opponent's attack was approaching, he swung the rod fiercely in an instant.

"Let me show you my copycat dog-beating stick technique."

"Push the dog up to the sky!"

"when!"

Jerry swung his pole upwards, accurately hitting the tip of Cavendish's sword.

After the two sides held each other for half a second, Jerry exerted force again, causing Cavendish's sword and arm to deviate upward uncontrollably.

Cavendish was so shocked by the sudden loss of control that he could not stop and rushed straight towards Jerry.

Facing this scene, Jerry smiled crookedly and swung the fishing rod in his hand towards Cavendish, whose eyes were wide open:

"Hit the dog on the head with a stick!"

"Oh!"

"oops!"

Cavendish was hit on the head and screamed. His body flew backwards several meters like an object thrown out with great force and fell heavily to the ground.

The next moment, Cavendish, who had fallen to the ground, sat up immediately, and reflexively covered his swollen and symmetrical cheeks with his hands. His shoulders trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head and remained motionless.

Scarlett and Brooke stood far away among the sparse crowd of spectators and asked in confusion:

"Why isn't he moving? Boss Jerry, you're not going to cripple him like this, are you?"

"That shouldn't be the case. He just sat up."

Jerry activated his Observation Haki and sensed that Cavendish's aura was quietly changing. He spoke calmly:

"Don't worry, he's transforming, just watch him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cavendish raised his head again.

His face was distorted and looked a little creepy, but his swollen cheeks added a bit of funnyness to the seriousness.

The corners of his mouth were stretched, his eyes were white, revealing a ferocious expression, and even his curly hair seemed to be fluttering automatically without wind.

"Roar!"

Cavendish, who had transformed into his second personality, the white horse, suddenly roared, shocking the entire audience.

He grabbed the sword at his side and his speed instantly soared to the extreme. His figure flashed past the sight of Skarr and other onlookers, and disappeared into the air like a phantom.

Jerry rolled his eyes around and murmured in a low voice:

"Hey, if I remember correctly, your level will be nearly doubled this way, right?"

"Let me try and see if your built-in plug-in is strong enough."