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"A great pirate with a bounty of 1.697 billion!!"
"'Blazing Soul' Babel!!!"
Everyone gasped in shock and exclaimed in astonishment.
It has been less than 10 years since the era of Rocks' rampage, and many people have not forgotten the fear of being dominated by the Rocks Pirates.
"This guy is one of Rocks' remnants..." Crocodile thought to himself with a start.
When Rocks was active, he was just a little kid.
Nevertheless, he certainly knew the names of those key members.
I never imagined that an inconspicuous cadre in the past would have such great strength.
The enemy who was troublesome to him was instantly killed in one move!
"Tch, does this mean that trash like this can act so arrogantly on Beehive Island now?"
Babel curled his lip, not bothering to even glance at Tobias, whom he had defeated, and headed straight for the tavern.
"Get out of my way, do you want to die too?"
Crocodile stared intently at his opponent, silently making way for the tavern.
Seeing this, Babel had no interest in making things difficult for Crocodile; he had simply come to visit the old tavern.
The "Supreme Beauty" Xia Qi possesses charm that transcends race; even he, a fish-man, is captivated by her.
Babel stepped into the tavern and stood at the entrance. He frowned upon seeing the large number of pirates present.
"This is Shakky's tavern, you bunch of trash..."
Just then, a figure moved.
It was an old man sitting at the bar. He left his seat with lightning speed, and the cane beside him turned into a blade.
Dimon appeared behind Babel, lightly shaking the blade to remove the bloodstains.
At the same time, a huge merman head flew high into the air, landed with a thud in the tavern, and rolled to the front of the bar.
"Dead... dead?"
"The remnants of Rocks are dead!?"
"Such a fast sword... I didn't even see it!! Is this the old man who defeated Wang Zhi...?"
The pirates in the tavern were horrified. In the blink of an eye, a pirate with a bounty of 17 billion was killed.
Still the same as always, so weak...
Dimon turned his head slightly, glancing at the headless corpse out of the corner of his eye.
At this moment, as if time had reversed, the blood seemed to come alive and actively return to the corpse.
The head that had rolled off also floated up out of thin air, catching the headless corpse.
It only took a few seconds.
Babel twisted his neck, which had recovered, and the bones made a cracking sound.
His tone was chilling, filled with murderous intent:
"What do you mean? You bastard!"
Suddenly, flames erupted all over his body, and he turned around and punched Dimon in the back.
Dimon swiftly drew his sword, piercing through the Fist of Flames, the tip of his sword resting on Babel's fist.
"Even dogs wouldn't eat 'burnt fruit'."
Chapter 106 Lava Smelting, Classic Remake
"Even a dog wouldn't eat a 'flame-flame fruit'!"
Upon hearing this, Babel's face froze for a moment.
He did have some regrets. As a fish-man, he had eaten a Devil Fruit and lost his fish-man's natural talent in the sea.
However, the Flame-Flame Fruit is a rare Logia-type Devil Fruit, and among the hundreds and thousands of Devil Fruits, Logia-type fruits are extremely rare.
Back then, I was young and ignorant, and I excitedly ate it.
"You're the old man who defeated Wang Zhi...!"
Babel, with his volatile temper and bloodshot eyes, stared intently at Dimon and said, word by word:
"I'm going to tear you old bones apart!"
The flames burning around his body expanded instantly and began to spin rapidly around him.
The extremely high temperature ignited the tavern, engulfing all the pirates who were watching the spectacle.
Finally, the ring of flames shot into the sky, forming a tornado-shaped wall of flames a thousand meters high.
At that moment, countless pirates on the island looked up in unison.
If a ship were to observe from the waters off Beehive Island, it would be able to spot a huge, crimson sun rising over the island.
"Damn it, we're innocent!"
"It's so hot!!"
"Run! Getting caught up in this kind of battle will be a real problem!"
Pirates with bounties exceeding 100 million were shouting and yelling when they were caught in Babel's indiscriminate attack.
Babel had no interest in paying attention; he only had eyes for one person.
Amidst the raging flames, an invisible Armament Haki armor formed around Dimon, allowing him to withstand the powerful attack of the Flame-Flame Fruit.
"At this temperature, you can't even cook a steak properly," Dimon chuckled.
"I once saw a user of the Flame-Flame Fruit whose chest was punched through by someone."
With that, Dimon sheathed his knife, preparing to settle things with his fists.
It has to be said that Crocodile's proposed trade is really good. He ran into the Red Earl as soon as he arrived, and now he's encountered some old-timers from the old era.
Perfect timing, no prisoners have been swallowed up recently!
What's wrong with this old man?
Babel was secretly alarmed; he had actually withstood the flames as if nothing had happened.
This is a fire tornado that can melt an iceberg!
Damn it, the Flame-Flame Fruit isn't that useless!
"Fishman Karate: Flame Taiko!"
With a roar, Babel unleashed a forward punch.
This punch compressed the surrounding flames, enveloping his fist in a golden hue.
The moment it hit Dimon, the compressed flames exploded, instantly releasing a terrifying burst of flames.
As the flames engulfed Dimon, they traversed a distance of over a thousand meters, sweeping across the land like a fire dragon, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.
"what?!"
Babel, however, did not show any joy; instead, he wore an expression of disbelief.
His fist was blocked by the same fist.
Dimon's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flames, and he spoke calmly and slowly:
"I also know a little about boxing and kicking."
A burst of Armament Haki, like a wall of sighs, suddenly erupted, repelling Babel.
His massive body rolled several times on the ground, and as soon as he stopped, he looked up and saw the old man descending from the sky.
The fist struck him like a heavy hammer, directly into his stomach.
The earth collapsed, the internal destruction caused by Armament Haki resulted in Babel coughing up blood with a single punch.
The internal organs were damaged by the invading Armament Haki, as if a bomb had exploded inside the body.
"You think you're immortal? I'll beat you so badly you won't even have time to regenerate!"
A series of heavy punches.
With each punch, the collapsed ground expands further, and the resulting crater grows larger.
Babel was caught in a cycle of being severely injured, recovering a little, and then being severely injured again.
"How is that possible! This old man's Armament Haki is far superior to mine!"
"Wang Zhi, it was this old man who...!"
After enduring a series of attacks, Babel gradually calmed down.
The man who defeated Wang Zhi should not be underestimated.
He was ambushed and beheaded with a single sword strike. Enraged, he underestimated his opponents and was caught off guard, immediately suffering a powerful counterattack.
"Stop looking down on people!"
Suddenly, Babel seized the opening in Dimon's attack and instantly transformed into flames.
Then, flames condensed into a half-human shape above the pit.
Babel maintained his elemental form as he ran.
To be precise, his lower body is made of flames, and the high-speed jets of flames provide powerful propulsion, allowing him to move at lightning speed.
In the distance, there seemed to be a figure.
The red-clad figure stood there, holding an umbrella in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, elegantly sipping his tea, seemingly uninterested in the fierce battle.
Babel squinted.
"That's... Count Red! The guy from the tavern earlier!"
He needs some time to recover from his injuries, but only half a minute is needed to recover from a serious injury that would kill an ordinary person.
Immortality is truly powerful!
Therefore, we must not provoke the Red Earl here.
Babel slightly changed direction, avoiding the location of the Red Earl, and flew past him from behind.
“Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path. Your ‘future’ is already set…” Count Red took a sip of wine, seemingly somewhat regretful about Babel’s choice.
What is he saying?
The two passed each other for too short a time, and Babel didn't hear clearly at all, but the next second, he understood.
A figure flashed ahead; the old man had somehow caught up with them.
"A little slow, I waited for you for three seconds."
Babel's pupils contracted, and he immediately tried to slow down, but inertia kept him heading towards his opponent.
Do you know how precious 3 seconds is? Enough to kill you 3 times over!
Dimon's right hand transformed into lava, and he slammed it down on his opponent.
The Lava Fist suddenly extended, piercing through Babel's stomach in one blow.
Babel was like a takoyaki ball, strung together by a punch; even transforming his body into an elemental form beforehand couldn't save him.
He suddenly coughed up blood, his eyes filled with deep horror.
"You... are an ability user!?"
Isn't he a great swordsman?
Not only are they skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but they're also superhumans!
It's not that people with special abilities are bad, but this kind of ability...
"You should know what I'm talking about, right? Devil Fruit abilities are also divided into superior and inferior levels. Unfortunately, my ability is superior to yours!"
Dimon withdrew his fist, and Babel suddenly knelt down, his stomach riddled with blood and gore.