Chapter 155 "I'm not your father!" (Fourth update 14w, please subscribe!)
Storm increasingly feels that Hawkeye Mihawk is a duplicitous man.
Obviously he was not interested in "red-haired Shanks" as he said.
As a result, as soon as Storm mentioned the issue about red hair, this guy couldn't help but feel his heart swaying.
Oh, No. 2~
Storm let out a sigh of disdain in his heart.
Why can't a "red-haired person with two hands" become a Yonko, but can a "red-haired person with one hand" become a Yonko?
Of course it's because the red hair with one hand blocked his "little left" directly in the new era!
Then all the gears of fate began to turn...
With red hair on both hands, what kind of crooked melons and split dates are they?
Bandit King Sig can kill fifty-six pieces of sea garbage at will (Qing Zhen)!
Even the king of the sea who is less than a hundred meters away can directly bite off his left hand and leave calmly (Bao Zhen)...
But the red hair with one hand is different. .
With your left hand separated from your body, your domineering power is in place. You can rush into the new world and become the pirate emperor!
What is a person with the [Face Fruit] ability, and what is a guide in the new era~ (tactical fallback)
Storm ignored Mihawk, whose mind was drifting to who knows where.
He looked at the unconscious Crocodile next to him, then glanced at Mihawk, and bold ideas came to his mind again.
Ström raised his right hand and released the ability of the [Clay Fruit]. Pieces of scale-like gray-black clay were released by him, covering the surface of the sand crocodile's body.
“That’s not right.”
Mihawk’s voice sounded like thunder around Storm.
The "former" world's greatest swordsman crossed his arms, looked at the unconscious Sand Crocodile, and shook his head.
"The banana crocodile in Alabasta has yellow-green scales, not gray-black."
Storm turned his head and glanced at Mihawk, silently He held out his thumb to the other party.
As expected of the "Eagle Eye", his eyes are so sharp!
Received a friendly reminder from Mihawk.
Storm instantly changed the color of the clay.
Krokdal's appearance began to undergo an astonishing change under the control of his power.
Yellow-green hard scales cover the surface of the body. As the body stretches and lengthens, the length of the limbs remains unchanged. The golden poison hook on the left hand disappears, turning into a short but sharp claw, a thick and powerful one. The tail also grew out from behind...
Click - click -
A burst of camera phone buzzing sounded.
Storm turned to look at Mihawk again.
The latter held a fresh photo of the "Real Sand Crocodile" between his two fingers and shook it at Storm.
“One for one.”
Storm understood Mihawk’s meaning instantly.
Exchange one "Harpy Art Photo" for "Desert Crocodile Art Photo".
"Hey~ It's like I don't have a phone bug!"
Storm snorted, took out his phone bug, and started snapping pictures of his latest "masterpiece".
Mihawk could only take back the photo in his hand with regret.
His sharp eagle eyes stared at the photo silently for a while, and then put it in his pocket.
…The crocodile is much uglier than the eagle.
Storm finished handling the trivial matters on Crocodile's side. He collected the carefully taken "artistic photos of desert crocodiles" in his bag, and then walked towards Edward Weibull on the other side.
The power of the Blue Eyes White Dragon's [Dragon Roar] was too powerful, completely beyond Buckingham Stussy's ability to bear. The old woman has not yet woken up.
But Edward Weibull on the side has amazing physical fitness and has not fainted until now.
Storm walked over to the gaunt, scrawny Edward Weeble.
If he hadn't witnessed Edward Weibull's "weight loss" process with his own eyes.
He also didn't want to believe that the straw-like guy on the ground could be the fat Edward Weeble from before.
Of course Edward Weibull also saw Storm approaching.
His brain is not very smart, but at least it is stronger than the fish in the legend of the sea, which has a memory of only seven seconds...
Edward Weibull remembers it very clearly.
Although the little man approaching now did not attack him like the other two guys.
But this little man came here with two other little men!
These three little guys are in the same group!
"Don't come here..."
Severely dehydrated, Edward Weibull was unable to act at all and could only try to intimidate the enemy with words.
“My mother will be here soon!”
Your mother—let’s call her “Mom”—is still unconscious!
Storm paid no attention to the threat from Edward Weibull.
He waved to the blue-eyed white dragon in the sky, and several barrels of fresh water fell from the sky.
Ström condensed several balls of clay and projected them into the sky like throwing ammunition, hitting each wooden barrel filled with fresh water with great precision.
Pushes of fresh water fell from the sky, as if there was a local heavy rain here.
Edward Weibull was bathed in this rainstorm of fresh water. His body, which was extremely short of water, greedily absorbed the fresh water from the surroundings, and his whole body slowly inflated as if it were inflated.
Although it is not as flexible as the "Rubber Man".
But Edward Weibull was slowly getting back into shape.
Storm observed this scene with interest.
Edward Weibull's body is like a dry river bed, constantly absorbing fresh water from the surroundings.
But he did not return to his original fat appearance. Instead, he turned into a tall, muscular man.
Not like the Edward Weeble before.
Looks like Edward Teach!
Of course.
Edward Weibull also has very obvious suture scars on his left eye, neck and left arm.
And his crescent-shaped white beard is also thinner and longer than the real white beard and "Edward Teach".
But I have to say it. Every fat person has potential.
Weight loss is the most effective medical aesthetics.
Now Edward Weibull, apart from his slightly stupid expression, looks like a mighty and domineering super hunk!
"Sand Crocodile's [Thrust Fruit] is indeed interesting."
Mihawk walked to Storm's side and gave a positive evaluation of Edward Weibull's new image.
“This looks more like Whitebeard’s son.”
“I am Whitebeard’s son!”
Edward Weibull absorbed enough water , the whole person also became energetic.
He snorted coldly at Mihawk, then looked at Storm and said something silly.
“Thank you!”
Waiting for Storm’s response.
Edward Weeble picked up the still unconscious Buckingham Stussy, picked up his naginata, and ran away without saying anything.
“Bailong, aren’t you going to do something?”
Mihawk looked at Storm, who was standing motionless, and couldn't help but wonder.
"If you don't take action, this 'Whitebeard' will run away."
"No hurry."
Storm shook his head and looked at the gradual Edward Weibull, who ran out of the desert area, said calmly.
“Let’s take a look first.”
Edward Weibull held his weapon and held his mother in his arms, and rushed out of the desert created by Crocodile's ability.
The moment you step out of the yellow sand.
Edward Weibull seemed to have lost power. He stood still and stopped running.
He knew the sand was dangerous.
He was defeated by the sand just now.
So as soon as Edward Weibull recovered, he immediately ran out of the desert to avoid being swallowed by the sand again.
However.
After running out of the desert area, Edward Weibull returned to his original appearance.
The "silly son" who has an empty brain and needs Buckingham Stussy to give orders no matter what he does.
"Mom..."
Edward Weeble looked at Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious in his arms, and asked himself.
"What should I do now? Sleep? I know..."
Buckingham Stussy obviously didn't say anything.
Edward Weibull seemed to get the answer from his unconscious mother.
I saw Edward Weibull sitting on the ground. When he put down Buckingham Stusy, he also lay down on the ground.
Mihawk looked at the "Human Confusion Behavior" not far away and felt a little bad.
Although he wanted to spar with Edward Weeble, who had the white-bearded power of his youth.
But after witnessing what the other party did...
An idea suddenly came to Mihawk's mind.
——Don’t play with fools!
"Whitebeard's son, why is he like this..."
"Who knows? You can torture his mother."
Storm answered casually , and then walked directly to Edward Weibull.
Edward Weibull, who was about to listen to his mother's words and go to bed early, heard the footsteps of Storm approaching. He immediately sat up straight like a restless child.
Storm raised his right hand and released the [Clay Fruit] ability. His right fist instantly expanded and lengthened like rubber, and punched Edward Weibull in the stomach.
Snap!
Edward Weibull looked at the clay fist that was bounced away by his strong muscles, and couldn't help but scratch the area where he was hit.
“What are you doing?”
“Edward Weibull?”
Storm looked at Edward Weibull, and then extended his hand to the side.
"Who do you think that is?"
The shape of the clay fist that was just bounced away has changed dramatically.
The power of "imitation" of [Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit] is quietly operating at this moment.
A new, slimmed-down version of Edward Weibull stands quietly on the earth. Even the naginata in his hand looks like one of the twelve skills of the supreme sharp sword. Yunqie].
Edward Weibull's little eyes were widened. He looked at the "white beard" in disbelief and suddenly roared.
"Dad!"
"...cough!"
Ström coughed lightly.
Even he had sufficiently underestimated the intelligence of Edward Weeble.
But I didn’t expect it to be overestimated...
Storm looked at the "Clay Weibull" on the other side and manipulated it to start talking.
"Weible! What did Buckingham Stussy tell you?"
"Dad!"
Weible got up from the ground neatly. , stood in place respectfully.
"Mom told me a lot...she said I am your son..."
"No!"
Clay Weibull said in a deep voice.
"I'm not your father!"
(End of this chapter)