Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye the sun began to set, filling the place where the water and sky met with brilliant rays of light, heralding the arrival of night.

Under the tense gaze of the people on board the Redfors and the Blackbird, the fierce fighting on the three battlefields became more intense than before.

There was a sudden pause between the flashes of thunder, and Cavendish, who had entered the form of Thunder God without knowing when, narrowly avoided Mihawk's close-range knife, then soared into the sky and took the opportunity to catch his breath.

Although his clothes were covered by Lei Kai, he was still unable to withstand the slash of the opponent's world-famous black knife "Ye". He looked extremely embarrassed, and even his handsome face that often caused ignorant old ladies to scream was left with a ruthless sword mark.

Fortunately, Cavendish's whole body was blue and white at this time, and lightning flashed on his body from time to time, making him look real and illusory, and the scars were not obvious.

As Cavendish's opponent, "Hawkeye" Mihawk also had dozens of sword marks of varying depths on his body, so that his patterned shirt and black windbreaker became tattered.

"Huh... Hawkeye, maybe I'm still no match for you in swordsmanship, but I'm sorry, I just want to win this battle!"

Having said this, Cavendish swung his sword diagonally downward, and the blue-white body suddenly shone brightly, extremely dazzling.

Hawkeye was slightly startled, then he smiled and said, "Come on!"

Obviously, he understood what Cavendish meant.

"Come!" Cavendish shouted softly, and violent momentum burst out from his body.

He suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it straight into the sky.

"Thunder!"

"Boom!"

Countless lightning bolts struck down in response, and in just a moment, thousands of icebergs within a radius of hundreds of meters were shattered, leaving only the piece of ice where Hawkeye was standing.

Then, countless lightning bolts suddenly fell from the sky. Like iron attracted by a magnet, they gathered from all directions towards the tip of Cavendish's sword and formed a point.

He brought the power of thunder from the sky and shot out like lightning.

"Thunder God·Slash·Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder!"

Facing this powerful attack that seemed like a punishment from heaven, Mihawk gripped the black knife tightly with both hands, and a gleam of light flashed in his already extremely sharp eyes.

He kicked off with his feet, and his body flew up, as fast as a meteor, and charged towards Cavendish without giving in.

"Boom!"

In a moment, a breathtaking, extremely thick bolt of lightning struck down fiercely, and the lightning that connected the sky and the earth shone brightly. Even at this time when it was not yet night, it was still dazzling.

"Qiang!"

Almost at the same time, two huge sword lights flashed in the air, and the sharp sword energy spread rapidly, making the sky seem to be torn apart.

Bright red blood splattered in the air as two figures crossed each other and fell rapidly in their respective directions.

"Pfft!"

Cavendish fell heavily on a huge piece of ice hundreds of meters away due to the inertia of his flight, and a thick blood spurted out of his mouth.

He ignored the huge scar on his body that started from his shoulder and extended diagonally to his waist. He supported himself with the sword in his hand, and struggled to get up with his seriously injured body. He turned his head and looked behind him.

When he noticed that Mihawk was not there on the endless ice field behind him, and that there were ripples on the water surface without floating ice that had not yet subsided, Cavendish could no longer hold on, and his whole body fell backwards and lay flat on the ice.

"Did I... win?" Cavendish stared at the sky with his eyes fixed, his pupils gradually dilated, and an extremely faint murmur slowly echoed in the air.

"Mr. Cavendish!" Two figures flew like sharp arrows. They were Brooke and Deuce rushing over desperately.

In a blink of an eye, they appeared beside Cavendish, glanced at the black figure holding a black knife in the distance, slowly crawling out of the water, sighed lightly, and after urgently treating Cavendish's wounds, they transported him back to the Blackie.

……

When a huge flash of lightning flashed on the north side of the battlefield, Jerry and Shanks rolled their eyes quickly at the same time, and then the two launched a fierce attack again.

"Dragon Fist!"

"Oh!"

The domineering dragon-shaped energy blended with the water flow and hit Shanks's long sword, knocking him back several meters.

Water droplets flew everywhere, and Jerry took advantage of the situation and took just one step forward, entering the attack range of the fishing rod. Adhering to the concept of saving water, while pulling out the rod, he also controlled the water droplets in the air and shot them out like bullets.

"Breaking the air!"

Feeling the whistling wind blowing towards him, Shanks swung his sword and first blocked the path of the fishing rod, stopping it and repelling it. Then he cleverly used the recoil force to turn the blade, and the sword energy spread out, scattering all the water droplets. He also chopped off the fishhook that was connected to the fishing line and was attacking the back of his head.

When his first move failed to work, Jerry launched the next one without hesitation.

He moved his feet and his body flashed, instantly closing the distance between the two sides.

"Heavy rain and strong wind!"

Following the forward momentum, Jerry's supreme fast slippers hit the opponent like a storm, and the chest, abdomen, head, and even the inner thighs were all covered by the slipper prints.

Fortunately, Shanks was able to evolve after he was left with only one arm. His hand speed was amazing, and the long sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm, and he frequently displayed exquisite moves while dancing.

Not only does he block Jerry's attacks one by one, but he also looks for opportunities to counterattack at the critical moment.

Jerry naturally didn't want to let Shanks counterattack, so he pounced on him, shortening the already short distance between the two sides, and used his fists, elbows, shoulders, legs, knees and other parts of his body, supplemented by the tightly held fishing rod to launch close combat, which made his every movement seem to turn into an attack.

Both sides mostly used offense instead of defense, and were tit-for-tat. Every move and every style was endowed with a tyrannical and domineering blessing. Jerry would often compress the water flow into the attack, cleverly combining and amplifying his own attack power and range.

Relying on his strong physique and healthy limbs, Jerry has integrated the attack deeply into every part of his body.

Although Shanks, who was missing an arm, was one of the best swordsmen in the world, he felt restrained for the first time in a long time when facing Jerry, whose domineering power was no less than his and whose attack was even more fierce than his.

Whether it was Shanks's blade or the powerful sword energy he swung, it would inevitably be offset by Jerry's fists and kicks wrapped in domineering aura or the same slash.

For this reason, Jerry actually consumed far more physical energy than Shanks, but he relied on his inhuman recovery ability and never showed signs of fatigue.

"A member of your pirate group has been defeated, don't you want to go and see?"

Hearing Shanks' sudden words, Jerry replied without thinking: "We have a ship doctor coming over. Isn't your friend half dead? Why don't you go and take a look? You are so cold-hearted, so heartless, and so unreasonable!"

As they spoke, neither of them slowed down for a second, and they attacked each other continuously and swiftly.