Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Son, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Mama."

In response to his mother's concern, Weibull said it was no big deal.

Don't think you can underestimate him because of his chubby appearance and silly expression. His extraordinary strength and physical defense are top-notch.

Weeble swung the long knife in his hand, flicked his nose, and patted his belly at Jerry.

"Humph! If you come again, I won't let you this time!"

"Isn't that bad? If I'm going to let you, then I'll let you go all the way. Only a good kid can be loyal to you."

Jerry didn't take Ah Dai's remarks seriously and responded casually according to what he said.

But perhaps some word touched Weeble, he was stunned and turned his head to ask Bakin.

"Eh? Mom, is that so?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this liar is trying to trick you."

"Big leather swallow!"

It’s right to listen to mommy. While holding up the knife, Weibull shouted two beats late.

"You are Piyanzi, and so are your whole family."

Seeing that he actually knew how to use this word to curse people, Jerry quickly fought back in order to avoid being misunderstood.

He raised his sword and rushed forward, but Weibull chopped him down again.

"I'll cut you down! Big leather swallow!"

"Vulgar, can you be as civilized and well-mannered as me?"

Jerry dodged sideways and rushed forward again for close combat. Faced with Wimble's height and such a large long sword, only a fool would keep a distance from him.

Like a mosquito, it kept flying around the fat in front of him. Jerry moved quickly and powerfully, hitting the opponent's fat dozens of times in an instant, causing it to vibrate continuously.

Although Weevil kept slashing, he couldn't get rid of Jerry's close range at the beginning. Facing this ghostly and annoying fly, he could only hold the knife in one hand and clench his fist in the other to keep resisting.

In a hurry, he was inevitably hit several times by Jerry. Although he had good defense and strong armed color, he was still hit so hard that he staggered and his internal organs felt uncomfortable.

He could only take advantage of the momentum to retreat. After Wibble tried his best to increase the distance, he swung the sword again. He swung the weapon wildly in his hand, and every swing of the sword demonstrated strength and speed, with great force and heft.

However, Jerry would not stand there stupidly and watch his performance. His current approach was to use the opponent's force to counter attack. His body was erratic, and he dodged and slapped his opponent sideways, making all his attacks miss.

He used the armed color to attack from a distance, while thinking of a way to get closer again.

The fight between the two men made the entire casino hall a mess. The aftermath of the sword strikes and fists and kicks was like a whistling gale, sweeping away nearby objects. The onlookers retreated further and further away, and now stood at the edge of the venue.

After a long time, he seized the opportunity again and deflected the incoming blade, allowing Jerry to get close. This time he was not going to let the enemy pull away.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, the armed color on his hand kept flowing, and his microcosm exploded instantly.

"Meteor Fist!"

He stomped his feet hard, flew up, took a second step in the air, and Jerry shouted like an arrow. He clenched his fists, and in an instant swung out countless punches like a storm.

The attack speed is extremely fast, and the power of each punch is unparalleled, as if it can destroy everything.

Weibull had no time to react, and in an instant, Jerry had broken down his defenses.

The dazzling light above the fists is the advanced level of armament color.

The moment his fist hit the enemy's body, the domineering power controlled by Jerry and the enemy's own moisture in the contact area penetrated the body's surface defense and hit the internal organs directly.

"Uhhhhhh!"

"puff!"

In a short period of time, Weevil, who was hit countless times, had waves of flesh rolling all over his body, and he kept retreating, spurting blood from his mouth.

As Jerry threw his last punch, the attack was like a landslide, crushing the enemy and sending him flying.

"Boom!"

Weibull, who had knocked down the fence on the sidelines, vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

This sudden turn of events left Bakin dumbfounded. After she came to her senses, she shouted and rushed towards Weeble.

"Er smash!"

"Mom, I... didn't beat him, but let me rest for a while, I will recover soon."

"Huh, it's okay."

The blood from the corner of his mouth had stopped flowing. Wilbur turned his head and spoke slowly to Bakin. Bakin heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that.

It was indeed as he said, his extremely powerful body, in addition to strength and defense, also gave him unparalleled recovery ability.

"I told you, Lord Long Quan will definitely win!"

"You're a brainless fan!"

"You must have made a mistake. That giant is also a monster."

"Dragon Fist? It seems that we need to report back and ask the headquarters to pay more attention to it."

"So how did that mother and son dare to cause trouble?"

When the fight was over, the crowd suddenly became noisy like they were in a vegetable market.

Looking at the enemy lying on the ground, Jerry was just about to say something to express his gratitude for the victory.

"Clap clap clap!"

"As expected, you are the Dragon Fist that caused chaos in all nations. I am very welcome to your presence."

"But you guys ignored my rules and started a war here at will. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

The applause attracted the attention of everyone present. A strong man with gray-green hair, purple sunglasses on his head, and pink clothes all over his body, walked in through the passage made clear by the crowd at the door with a woman.

Jerry turned his head and saw the show-off man. He recognized him as Gild Tesoro. The person following him should be the female assistant with the ability of the Lucky Fruit.

"Your rules?"

"Yes, let me introduce myself. I am Tezulo, the king of this country!"

"I have the final say here."

Facing Jerry, whose clothes were only a little torn but his body was unharmed after the fight, Tezoro had the advantage of height. He looked down at him sideways and rudely.

His confidence, of course, comes from the giant golden ship under his feet. This is his home ground. With his fruit ability developed to the awakened state, he thinks he is a god here.

Apart from the Celestial Dragons, he has never been afraid of anything. Even if the Celestial Dragons come here, he has countless ways to deal with them. After all, he is really too rich.

"Next, I need to deal with some things here. No one is interested. Let's go."

Like an emperor, he waved his hand and immediately many staff members came out to evacuate the crowd.

Seeing Tezoro's actions, Jerry did not stop him. Instead, he gestured to Skar and the other man to follow him out first.

After a while, only a few people were left in the originally bustling casino.

Jerry was standing in the field, Weeble was still lying on the ground, and Bakin had disappeared at some point, and Tezoro's female assistant was also standing by the door.

Glancing around with satisfaction, Tesoro nodded slightly. He always felt happy when his orders were carried out well.

Then he turned his head to look at Jerry, raised his chin slightly, and said:

"So, what do you want to explain to me next?"

"Do you want this? You should have said so earlier. It's such a big deal."

Jerry pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket and handed it to Tezoro.