Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Cracker, who was operating multiple lines on the sidelines and directing the soldiers to besiege the enemy, laughed triumphantly when he saw Jerry wasting his efforts on the field.

"Ahahaha! Don't think you can easily crush my proud dream cookie with your attitude!"

"I'll let you be happy for two minutes, then I'll beat you until you cry for your parents!"

Seeing this, Jerry smiled crookedly and increased the output of his Armament Haki, until he punched hard and shattered the biscuit armor in front of him, and he had a clue in his mind.

Jerry maintained his strength during the fight, moving in and out of the group of soldiers, punching and kicking them, sending the biscuits flying everywhere.

Seeing that Jerry could not only smash the cookies easily but also speak rudely to them, Cracker, who always prided himself on being strong, suddenly felt a flush in his forehead.

You know, playing with, despising and mocking the enemies are his specialties.

Now his opponent has seized the initiative, and before he could even have a chance to speak, he was defeated.

Cracker, who was furious, stopped standing by and rushed forward, stabbing Jerry in the back with a sword at high speed.

"Go to hell!"

Jerry didn't seem to be too concerned about his sneak attack. He moved among the many soldiers, and as if he had eyes behind him, he quickly dodged.

He lifted his right foot and kicked out hard.

"when!"

Cracker raised his sword, and while blocking, he swung the biscuit shield on his left arm and slapped it fiercely at Jerry's head.

Seeing this, Jerry dodged the sword attack of the soldier in front of him and leaned back quickly with his back to Cracker.

The raised left arm was shiny black, and with a strong gust of wind, it struck the incoming shield with its elbow.

"Oh!"

There was a dull thud. The moment the two sides came into contact, Cracker felt an extremely powerful force coming from the shield. The shield shattered in an instant and flew everywhere. He was also shaken and staggered backwards.

"If I get caught in this shot, won't my face turn into a round face like yours?"

Jerry has always been extremely sensitive to this kind of moves aimed at his face, so the elbow strike was not light.

Then he turned around and went back to deal with the biscuit soldiers. Jerry obviously didn't want to fight anymore. Every move he made was accompanied by a stream of water. The biscuit soldiers suddenly became fragile and were defeated.

Jerry already fully understood the hardness of those biscuits and didn't want to waste any more energy.

The biscuits created by Cracker's ability have an obvious weakness: water. Once in contact with water, these biscuit soldiers will turn from hard to soft.

Cracker felt like he was screwed when the enemy taunted him from time to time during the battle, because this was his usual fighting posture.

He has always been arrogant, and usually has the upper hand when fighting with the enemy, which makes him look down on others. Combined with his own strong strength, talking nonsense can be said to be one of his major hobbies during war.

"Hmph! Don't be so complacent. As for cookies, I can have as many as I want!"

Cracker said hatefully, and after hearing the sound of applause, many more biscuit soldiers were produced and added to the beating queue.

Then he stretched out his palms and patted his left and right shoulders a few times.

Then several arms suddenly appeared on both sides of his shoulders, a total of six arms holding long swords. Obviously, those long swords were also the product of his ability.

"Humph! Let me show you how powerful Thousand-Handed Cracker is!"

Transforming into a magical figure with one head and six arms, Cracker gnashed his teeth and rushed towards Jerry again, vowing to chop him to pieces.

Jerry had transformed into a jet warrior at this moment. With every punch and kick, a large amount of water rushed out in the direction of his attack, smashing the cookies that were attacking him into pieces, leaving them short of weight.

Seeing Cracker wielding weapons and attacking quickly, Jerry turned around and fought with him again.

The two sides engaged in a close combat. The sword in Cracker's hand kept flashing, and every swing was accompanied by a murderous aura that made people tremble with fear.

Facing the sky full of sword lights, Jerry showed no fear. He became more and more courageous as the fight went on. He punched and kicked vigorously, not losing the upper hand at all. Instead, he forced the opponent to retreat step by step.

Fists and feet are as fast as the wind, swords are as powerful as mountains, and both sides attack as fast as lightning. The fighting scene is extremely fierce, the attack and defense are smooth, and the sound of the collision of moves is as shocking as thunder and drums.

After fighting for a long time, Cracker was knocked back by a punch. While Jerry was pursuing him, he shook his body and suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

"Pretzels!"

The sword was completely black. Cracker spun the sword in his hand at a high speed, and with a strong armed color domineering aura, he stabbed the opponent forward. While the sword was spinning, it also emitted spiral sword energy.

Faced with this powerful and sharp attack, Jerry reacted instantly, stepped forward with his left foot, twisted his body and punched. His fist wrapped in armed color emitted a blue light, and he punched towards the tip of the sword that was like an electric drill.

"Breaking Kong Fist!"

Along with Jerry's punch, there was also a violently swirling and enlarging water tornado.

"Oh!"

During the collision, Cracker's biscuit sword was shattered by a punch, and the whole person was knocked out and crashed into the building behind him.

"Boom!"

The water swept over, and the buildings hit by his huge body collapsed.

Jerry, on the other hand, only took a few steps back, then used the force to leap up, and with a whistling fist, he cleared all the biscuit soldiers around him.

Although he was hit and sent flying, Cracker didn't seem to make any screams.

However, his arms and the sword in his hand were shattered and disappeared, and there was a big hole in the armor on his chest.

What he faced was not only a fist that was also spinning with the color of armed color, but also a surging and powerful water flow that instantly transformed from the size of a fist into a huge tornado.

"Ka, ka."

With his hands he pushed away the debris that was pressing down on him and climbed up, his whole body dripping wet like a drowned rat.

The biscuit armor on his body could no longer maintain its exaggerated hardness after coming into contact with water and becoming fully wet.

Watching Cracker stand up again, Jerry didn't care, because he knew that the image of the extremely flexible and sloppy man was just a condom created by Cracker's ability, and not his real self.

"You are so brave. You actually tried the same spinning and jumping routine with me. Next time, I will make you close your eyes."

After saying this, which was a bit of praise but actually criticism, Jerry lowered his head and bit his biscuit.

"Well, this cookie is really hard."

Those were the fragments that flew in front of him and were caught by him after the biscuit soldier was smashed.

After chewing it twice, he couldn't stand the hardness anymore, so he condensed some water to soften the biscuit before swallowing it in big mouthfuls.

“The taste is just so-so.”

After finishing the food in his hand, Jerry clapped his hands and snorted in dissatisfaction.