Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Seeing the enemy's disgusting and nauseous look, Cracker's face turned red like an angry beast.

"You! Eat my food and drink my drinks."

"You still have the nerve to despise me!"

After hearing Jerry's negative review, Cracker wanted to shout in his heart, "Who understands my family? They are tricked into eating and drinking for free and are also treated sarcasticly."

At this moment, all the pirates watching, whether they were members of the BIG MOM Pirates or not, dared not breathe.

The fighting scene between the two was really too intense and it shocked their hearts.

And looking at the situation, it was the mediocre Jerry who had the upper hand. They didn't dare to make any noise at will, for fear of affecting the performance of the crackers and being held accountable later.

He found that his outer armor was already in tatters and had been wet by the water and turned sticky. Cracker broke through the armor and got out.

His true form is a sturdy man about three meters tall, with purple hair tied up in a long bun on top of his head and pointing toward the sky. He has a fierce face and a scar on his right eye.

He only had a shoulder pad and a decorative cloak on his upper body, and loose breeches and long boots on his lower body. Hanging on his waist was a long sword that looked longer than his height.

Jerry waited for him to come out leisurely, relaxing his hands and feet.

"Oh? Are you willing to crawl out of your turtle shell?"

"Ah! I want you to die!" Cracker roared angrily.

"Then beat out all your Ollie's and see if they are biscuits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerry's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Cracker in an instant, kicking out a thunderous blow.

Jerry knew his ability. He could create cookie soldiers at will by just clapping his hands and expending some energy. Therefore, he didn't intend to give him another chance.

Although the biscuit soldiers are not a big threat to him, they are still a hindrance.

"Ah! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

He was so furious that he couldn't calm down, and Cracker had to draw his sword in a hurry.

The thrilling battle scene began again, but Cracker was obviously a little flustered.

Because of the huge height difference between him and Jerry, all of Jerry's moves with his feet on the ground were aimed at his lower body.

Cracker, who was beaten to the ground and kept parrying and dodging, could not bear it any longer and shouted:

"Hey! What is this? It's just a bunch of dirty tricks!"

"What do you mean by despicable? I specialize in the middle and bottom lanes when playing games!"

It doesn't matter whether he can bear it or not. It's just the height difference. Facing a three-meter-tall man, Jerry, who is only about 1.9 meters tall, said, does he have to jump around all the time to fight with him?

Gradually, it became clear that Cracker's parrying and counterattacking movements could no longer keep up with Jerry's lightning-fast and varied attacks.

At this moment, Jerry ducked to avoid the sword, then jumped up and kicked out with a powerful diamond kick, hitting Cracker's body as he moved forward and had no time to dodge.

"Oh!"

"Uh!"

Cracker was kicked so hard that he vomited blood and fell backward, his feet leaving the ground and flying high into the sky.

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Jerry seized the opportunity, his right hand formed into a dragon claw shape, with a bright light emanating from the palm, and a huge, rapidly spinning water ball quickly condensed in his hand.

He suddenly exerted force on his feet, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and before Cracker could react, he appeared in front of him who was still in the air.

"Get the kidneys and liver!"

Shouting the funny name of the move, Jerry kept his hand gesture unchanged and struck out with one claw.

In his hand was a large cherry dumpling that was compressed with a large amount of water and domineering power, and was spinning non-stop and emitting red light.

The ball instantly hit Cracker's abdomen, and with the force of the violent rotation, Jerry's right claw also hit the bull's eye.

"Pfft!"

Hit by this extremely powerful blow, Cracker vomited blood again, and was hit by the large ball that was rotating at an extremely high speed, and flew backwards in a rapid spin.

"Boom!"

Cracker was knocked down from the air by Jerry's attack, and his whole body was pressed down by the big meatball, crashing into the hard ground below him. With a loud bang, a huge circular pit was created on the ground, and then the pit was filled with water after the meatball was decompressed.

"Hey, hey! You must be kidding!"

"Kreek, one of the four great generals, actually lost!?"

Jerry landed gracefully on the ground, and suppressed exclamations from the onlookers were heard all around him.

Apparently, none of them had expected that Cracker, one of the four dessert generals who had roamed the sea for many years, would actually lose to a little-known pirate here.

Jerry, whose clothes had only a few holes in them, took a breath, looked at his achievements, raised the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something.

But at this moment, there was a flash of fire, a loud shout was heard, and a powerful attack as fast as lightning shot out from the side.

"Baked rice cakes!"

"boom!"

At the moment the attack was launched, Jerry had already sensed it. Without even raising his head, he jumped back and easily avoided the sudden attack.

The flaming rice cake fist hit Jerry's previous position directly, causing a loud explosion.

"You! What did you do to my brother!?"

A man nearly 5 meters tall, with short red hair, strong muscles, long legs, a white scarf around his neck and a trident in his hand appeared on the scene.

He looked at the messy and devastated port, and Cracker who was submerged in water, with sunken ribs, a bloody abdomen, and unconscious, and roared in anger.

Looking at the man, Jerry could recognize that the person coming was Big Mom's second son, the famous professor-level teacher Katakuri in the One Piece world. He shrugged and said helplessly:

"Another one?"

"I didn't do anything to him. I was just acting in self-defense."

"You may not believe it, but he was the first to do it."

Katakuri ordered his men to rescue Cracker from the pit. His expression was gloomy and he was as angry as a thundercloud before a storm.

"So you can hurt him like this?"

His eyes were cold and his face expressionless, and it was obvious that his anger had accumulated to a certain extent.

These words left Jerry at a loss for words. Was he not allowed to fight back after being attacked?

"Okay, I'll try to be gentler next time." Jerry shrugged.

"Do you want a next time?"

"Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

Katakuri clenched his fists angrily, emitting an invisible pressure from his body, and walked towards Jerry step by step.

"Oh? I just had a cookie, and now I want some glutinous rice cake?"

"Do you usually push a cart out to sell sticky rice? How much is a bowl?"

Jerry didn't care about Kaido's oppressive aura at all, and even wondered if he could get some free food later.

"Really? If you like it, I'll let you eat as much as you want!"

"Nutuan thrust!"

Although he had expected this, he saw at this moment that his domineering Haki had no effect on Jerry at all.

Katakuri suddenly accelerated forward while moving, turning his right arm into a sticky ball that wrapped the trident. His arm kept spinning and stabbing forward, as fast as the wind.

"Again?"

Seeing Katakuri using this familiar spiral attack move, Jerry did not avoid it. He stomped his foot hard, and with his fist shining, he threw a punch like thunder.

"Dragon Fist!"

"boom!"

The collision was like that of a needle against a wheat spike, the roar was deafening, and energy ripples spread out in all directions.