9 Chapter 8: Zhao Feng Vs. Crocodile!
Boom!
When Zhao Feng tried to take a fighting stance, he felt numerous arms branching out of his body like flowers on a tree trunk, temporarily disabling him for a second.
That second was all Crocodile needed to sweep him away with his deadly sands.
Zhao Feng flew through the roof of the bar and pierced through it, amidst a storm of sand.
Seeing that, Crocodile smiled at Robin, "Good job, Miss All Sunday."
Then, his lower half immediately turned into sand and he soared towards the storm in the sky, through the crumbling roof of the bar.
The residents and patrons of the bar fled after seeing Sir Crocodile fight, although they were not too worried.
Such incidents had been quite common since this respectable Shichibukai arrived here.
Miss All Sunday looked at this with a forced smile before putting her hat back on her head, which was previously blown away by the wind, and leaving the bar to watch the battle.
She had already done her part and allowed her leader to surpass his opponent who was undoubtedly strong and difficult to deal with.
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"Huh? Was I just attacked by Robin and Crocodile?" Zhao Feng's body was still swaying with the stormy sand.
"This level of power can be compared to the 9th Rank of Martial Master... Strange, can a Devil Fruit increase a person's strength to this extent?"
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with coldness. He was now determined to kill them, no, he would definitely kill them!
If he didn't do it in this simulation, he would do it in the next one.
At this moment, Zhao Feng was bleeding, which meant he was injured! This was the second time he had been injured in this simulation.
The first time was in his battle against the female swordsman named Gion. And now, it was against the veteran Shichibukai, Crocodile.
Both of them had the same level of strength, in terms of raw strength and combat power. Zhao Feng felt that they were both 9th Rank Martial Masters.
He himself had this level of combat power even though he was still at the beginning of the 8th Rank.
If this meant that after training for a very long time, he had barely reached the level of a slightly powerful Vice Admiral, and an ordinary Shichibukai like Crocodile!
"What a disappointment..."
Boom!
Fire exploded from his steel body, exceeding the level of metal hardness, as soon as he controlled his inner strength to activate the Flaming Metal Fists technique.
The flames of the technique, which had reached the 4th level, swept over Crocodile's sand and burned it to ashes.
"Tsk, annoying opponent." Crocodile, who was coming towards him, was annoyed when he saw this scene, then tried to turn around the sand.
Here in the desert, he was not even afraid of facing an Admiral, let alone a small arrogant brat who had just appeared on this sea.
"Did Sengoku send you to disable me a little, World Government lapdog?"
After regaining his posture, Zhao Feng's body began to fall toward the ground.
Soon, heard the sound of a huge metal mass crashing onto the sandy ground when he finally hit the ground.
The veins on Crocodile's forehead appeared after hearing Zhao Feng's sarcasm.
"Repeat what you just said?" The sand surrounding Crocodile turned into sharp trident-like spears and swiftly shot towards Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's expression didn't change at all, even without trying to defend himself. He was confident in the strength of his body.
In the 4th level of Flaming Metal Fists, which was now a high-level technique, even if Crocodile's attack was as strong as that of an expert in the Ascended Realm, it wouldn't affect Zhao Feng much.
But Crocodile's attack wasn't as strong as an expert in the Ascended Realm in the first place.
So, one can imagine the result of this attack.
Boom!
The sandy spears struck Zhao Feng's body with great force.
Crocodile laughed because he expected to see blood and limbs flying, but to his surprise, all that flew were sparks and sand explosions, as if the solid sandy spears had collided with a metal wall instead of a human body.
"This...? Is this your power? Isn't your power supposed to be firing flames? Why does your body look like metal-" Before Crocodile could finish his words, Zhao Feng's cold voice came.
"It's my turn now... Before the admiral arrives, I will tear your body apart and take your Devil Fruit."
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"Ha... Will... I die... like this... I haven't defeated... the Whitebeard yet-"
After exactly five hours of continuous fighting, the light disappeared from Crocodile's eyes as he took his last breath.
Beside him stood Zhao Feng, his hand covered in blood as he pulled Crocodile's heart out and crushed it in his grip.
On his other hand, the orange he had found earlier began to pulsate in a strange manner, and after a few seconds, strange vortexes appeared on it.
The city that was thriving just a few hours ago had now turned into a forbidden area due to the sandstorms still roaming the city and the raging fires everywhere.
Even if it was of a lower rank than the Admirals, this battle was terrifying to the point that it changed the terrain of the entire city.
"It's time to send you on your way, Nico Robin..."
Zhao Feng took a bite from the devil fruit in his hand and threw the rest away, fully aware that to make the most of this simulation, every second was crucial.
Nico Robin was nowhere to be seen in this crumbling city, but he would search for her... he hadn't forgotten that she had attacked him before and participated in the attempt to kill him.
In Zhao Feng's law, anyone who tried to attack him would become an enemy, and whoever became his enemy would never return to a neutral or ally status no matter what happened.
An enemy of Zhao Feng's fate was death and nothing else.
"Oh my god, this is annoying."
Suddenly, a yellow light flashed near Zhao Feng's waist, and before he realized it, he was sent flying like a porcelain doll.
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