Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Roar thunder gossip!"

Jerry's figure flashed by as he flew at high speed. He held the fishing rod tightly in both hands and struck the red-haired man opposite with a violent and domineering electric force.

Shanks immediately raised his sword to block, and when the two weapons touched, he cleverly used the force to fly backwards gracefully.

If you take into account his already tattered clothes and the strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, it would add a sense of elegance.

"Wow! Young man, you always steal other people's moves. Isn't that bad?"

Hearing Shanks' words coming from the air, Jerry stepped on the ground and chased after him like a shadow. He opened and closed his mouth and poured a bowl of chicken soup over to him: "You never stop learning. Don't use age as an excuse. Thirty or forty years old is the age to struggle!"

Shanks was confused, and then he noticed that the sole of a slipper was rapidly growing larger in his sight.

"Strong grass in the wind!"

Facing this lightning-fast kick, Shanks immediately swept his sword across, and the sharp blade light burst out to attack.

A muffled sound echoed in the air, and Jerry's body fell from the sky like a meteorite. With an unstoppable and domineering kick, he shattered the slash into pieces, and his big foot was straight at Shanks' face.

The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sweeping long sword instantly changed into a straight stab. A violent domineering aura surged out, and the tip of the sword cut through the sky and hit Jerry's foot.

"Oh!"

An invisible shock wave swept around, and the two figures were instantly separated in the strong wind.

Jerry, who was in the air, couldn't help but fly backwards, while Shanks staggered back a few steps. He stepped heavily, not only completely relieving the recoil force, but also rushing forward at an astonishing speed.

The long sword blurred in front of his body for a moment, and several sharp sword beams suddenly appeared, whistling towards Jerry's figure who was still in the air.

Realizing this, Jerry straightened his waist, stepped on the air, and as nimble as a flying swallow, he did a backflip to avoid all the attacks coming from the air.

However, Shanks suddenly accelerated and caught up with him in an instant. Domineering electric flashes were like strange snakes and pythons, running from his body and arms to the long sword, winding and twisting, and then fiercely pouncing forward with his powerful sword.

Jerry's pupils shrank, and in a hurry he only had time to swing the fishing rod along with the momentum of the somersault to meet the long knife.

The weapons of both sides collided violently. Jerry held the fishing rod tightly, but was unable to withstand the knife that was about to come.

Feeling the fishing rod being pressed towards his chest in the blink of an eye, Jerry raised his left arm and punched out without hesitation.

"Unrecognizable Fist!"

"Oh!"

"laugh!"

Two unusual noises were heard suddenly, and the intertwined figures of the two people flew away immediately, like cannonballs, and fell heavily on the ice field that had already become bumpy due to the aftermath of their attack.

"Ahem! Why don't I have the Supreme Oversized T-shirt? Could it be that my crappy system is actually a clothes-exploding system?" Jerry climbed out of the pit, glanced down at the various knife marks on his body, as well as the pieces of cloth hanging on his body, and muttered to himself.

On the other side, Shanks felt his right eye swollen from a punch, and his swollen eyelids that slightly blocked his vision, and lamented, "Hiss! It's over, it's over, is the Pirate Flag going to be changed again?"

Just at this moment, a loud explosion and an astonishing heat wave swept in from a distance, attracting the attention of the two.

After sensing it carefully for a moment, a trace of surprise crept onto Jerry's face.

Then, his expression became serious and he turned his gaze to his opponent, only to see Shanks staring at him with the same sharp eyes.

Jerry closed his eyes gently and exhaled. When he opened them again, there was a gleam in his eyes and his whole aura became more solemn.

His figure suddenly blurred, and in a flash he flashed to Shanks' left side, and without saying a word he launched a fierce attack.

"God-killing Dimensional Slash!"

Shanks snorted coldly, raised his sword, turned around and took a step forward, bursting out with domineering power, and slashed out with a tit-for-tat counter-attack.

But the next moment, Shanks' eyes suddenly widened.

Before the attacks intersected, in the nick of time, Jerry's wrist shook, causing the two strikes that were supposed to collide with each other to be misaligned, and they slashed towards each other's bodies with unstoppable force.

Blood splattered, and both of them had a new scar on their chest and abdomen, and then they flew in opposite directions like arrows.

Jerry didn't even have the desire to look at the wound. Before the remaining force dissipated, he forcibly twisted his body and flew towards Shanks at an astonishing speed.

"Don't underestimate me! If we fight to the death, I will not lose to you!" Sensing a strong wind blowing, Shanks roared and rolled his body sideways. After narrowly avoiding a slash, he slashed at the flying opponent with a knife.

"Although I don't advocate hurting yourself in this way, desperate times call for desperate measures. If you're a brother, come and chop me up!" Jerry grinned, his eyes flashing with madness and fierceness.

The sound of cloth tearing was heard again, and two people suffered another wound.

Afterwards, under Jerry's deliberate manipulation, the two's fighting styles changed completely, from the normal domineering and moves confrontation to a desperate situation of hurting each other.

At first Shanks tried a combination of dodging and counterattacking, but soon found that it was futile.

Because Jerry insisted on his own way, he would rather injure the enemy by 800 even if it meant losing 1,000 of his own.

No matter how Shanks dodges, as long as he draws his sword, Jerry will take the initiative to meet him, and then, Jerry will make full use of the moment of being hit so that the moves he has performed in advance will accurately land on him.

Although both of them have means such as Armament Haki to assist in defense, it is obvious that their attacks wrapped with Conqueror Haki are more powerful.

Therefore, after fighting each other for dozens of moves, both of them were completely unrecognizable.

Jerry's body was covered with knife wounds of varying depths, and his entire body was stained red with blood.

On the other hand, Shanks was also covered in blood, but in addition to the smooth scars from slashing, he also had various bruises, swellings and other different wounds and pains all over his body, which fully demonstrated the diversity of Jerry's attack forms.

"Hey, Red Hair, don't blame me for bullying the old, weak and sick. You don't look like you're missing an arm to be able to sit on the throne of the Four Emperors." Jerry continued to attack and spit out saliva.

"Stop talking nonsense! I've already bet it on the new era!" Shanks, who arrived later but was the first to arrive, slashed at Jerry with a Thunder knife, but the latter raised his arm to block it, leaving a shallow wound and was also blown away by a pole.

"Oh wow, then you're in trouble. As the saying goes, nine out of ten times you gamble, you lose. In this case, you will most likely lose." Jerry lowered his arms and put the fishing rod behind his back. The moment he stabilized his body, he exerted force with his feet.

Domineering lightning spread out of thin air, and a huge dragon suddenly appeared around him. A fierce gale howled and rushed towards Shanks as fast as lightning.

Sensing the extraordinary momentum and the restless air around him, Shanks immediately burst out with a shocking amount of domineering power.

The next moment, a griffin that was more ferocious and huge than ever before appeared in the world, carrying Shanks and streaking through the sky like a meteor, heading towards the dragon opposite.