One Piece: Shadow of the Navy

Cohen coughed, and his body slipped from the tree trunk and fell to the ground. He leaned on the ground with his knife for support and got up.

"Hahaha, have you never experienced this before?" The scar-faced man slowly walked into where Cohen was and asked in a low voice.

Cohen pulled the knife out from the ground, shook it in his hand, and then placed the knife across his chest, ignoring the scar-faced man.

"You must have never experienced it, right?" The scar-faced man who received no answer stood not far from Cohen and continued to ask.

He wiped the blood on his cheek with his left hand and stared at the scar-faced man. Cohen still didn't mean to answer him.

"It seems that he has never experienced it." The scar-faced man who still didn't get a reply didn't show any concern. He nodded kindly and said to himself.

"Then I'll let you have a good experience." The scarred man's originally kind face suddenly turned ferocious, and he looked at the silent Cohen and shouted viciously.

At the same time as he spoke, the man also followed in front of Cohen, and his right foot covered in armed color slammed hard into Cohen's body with a sound of wind.

"Bang!" Cohen put his foot on the ground and left the tree in an instant, avoiding the attack of the scar-faced man. The tree that could not move was damaged and was kicked to pieces by the scar-faced man.

"Oh, you actually dodged it?" In the sky full of sawdust, the scar-faced man retracted his right foot calmly, as if he had been prepared for this kick to miss.

Cohen didn't pay attention to the scar-faced man's mood. He flicked the knife in his hand and moved towards the scar-faced man. The one who reached him before him was the knife in his hand.

"when!"

The scar-faced man moved his armed right hand horizontally and easily blocked Cohen's knife.

"Your attacks are really weak to me."

"Just like I do to Levi Fu."

The scar-faced man flicked his arm and threw Cohen away.

After Cohen was thrown out by the scar-faced man, he somersaulted in mid-air to remove the force from the knife, and then landed firmly on the ground.

"Death Shock!"

But as soon as Cohen landed on the ground and before he could stand still, the scar-faced man followed him in front of him. He spread his legs and lowered his body. His two dark hands clenched into fists and appeared together. Cohen's chest and abdomen.

Then, an impact completely hit Cohen's chest and abdomen.

"Wow."

The unprepared Cohen withstood this wave of attacks from the scar-faced man. After leaving a mouthful of blood in the air, he flew into the air, broke several big trees, and then hit a big tree. , the figure stopped, and then slipped to the ground.

The scar-faced man retracted his fists, stood up, and slowly walked towards Cohen.

"Is he dead yet? Probably not yet, right?" The scar-faced man stopped and looked at Cohen who was lying on the ground leaning on the tree trunk, with a hint of joy in his tone.

"Don't die. I said I wanted you to enjoy it. If you die like this, who will I let you enjoy?"

"Hey, navy boy, he's not really dead, is he?" He kept asking if Cohen was dead, but the others didn't come close, and just stood not far away and kept asking.

"Cough cough."

Cohen slowly stood up from the ground, stuck the knife on the ground, and stood up with his back against the tree trunk.

Although he looked unsteady, Cohen did not put down the knife in his hand, and immediately pointed it at the scar-faced man.

"Oh oh oh, it turns out you're not dead yet. Very good. If you were to die like this, I would have less fun."

Looking at Cohen who was slowly getting up from the ground, the scar-faced man didn't make any move and just let him stand up.

"Cough cough cough."

Cohen looked at the scarred man who was still talking to himself, and his face darkened.

Damn it, where did this lunatic come from?The strength is so terrifying.

I can't stand my domineering power anymore. I'm not going to die here, am I?

I have worked hard for so many years and am I going to fall here?

I haven’t even gone to high places to see where the world will eventually go.

I'm so unhappy.

"Oh, what are you looking at here?"

Looking at Cohen who looked up at the sky with a confused expression, the scar-faced man suddenly asked.

"What are you looking at?" Cohen leaned against the bare tree trunk and looked at the sky.

"I'm looking at the sky. Look, it's so high today."

"I really want to see what's up there." Cohen murmured softly.

"Look at the sky?" The scar-faced man raised his head and looked at the sky.

The weather is very good, the sky is clear, and there are some white clouds floating in the sky, changing shapes and slowly moving forward.

"Today's weather is really good, and it suits my mood right now."

The scar-faced man withdrew his gaze, curled his lips, and revealed a ferocious smile on his terrifying face.

The scar-faced man stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist. In an instant, his fist turned pitch black.

Cohen looked at the scar-faced man and never put down the knife in his hand.

I can't hold on to my domineering power anymore, so let's take a gamble. If I succeed, he will die. If I fail... that means I will be able to get here.

Cohen tightened his grip on the knife.

"Let's do something interesting," the scar-faced man raised his armed right hand forward, "see how many punches you can take from me."

"How? Was it fun?"

"Ahem, cough, that's not interesting," Cohen coughed and held his hands on the handle of the knife, "Why don't we see how many times you can block my knives."

The scar-faced man was stunned by Cohen's sudden opening. He didn't expect that the guy who had never spoken before actually spoke. However, he quickly reacted.

The fast Cohen had no chance to launch a sneak attack.

"Hehehe," after listening to Cohen's words, the scar-faced man suddenly laughed again.

"As I said, your attack is as weak to me as I am to that guy."

"If you don't try, who knows." As soon as he finished speaking, Cohen's figure disappeared.

"Hehehe, it's useless..."

The scar-faced man raised his armed right hand in a blocking posture, but the words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

"How... how is it possible?" The scar-faced man's face was full of horror, and he couldn't believe it.

Cohen appeared behind the scar-faced man, and the blade held by his hands instantly returned from black to its original color.

"If I really had that kind of background, how could I fight here with a lunatic like you?" Cohen murmured in a low voice, and suddenly all the strength in his body seemed to disappear in an instant. It hit the ground.

"This is impossible..." The scar-faced man was still mumbling.

As he landed with a voice full of horror, his right hand suddenly returned to normal, and then split in two from a point in front of the elbow, and the palm and half of the arm fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the scarred man's muscular body was divided into two parts from his left shoulder to under his right ribs, at the same position as his arm. The right half of his body and his head were drawn toward the ground, while the lower half of his body also tilted toward the ground. to the ground.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"