The main reason why Eugene has a naval bounty of 5 million Baileys is because of his inhumane and bad style.

But that alone was not enough for him to command the dozens of vicious and arrogant thugs on the ship.

He is not weak in strength.

At least in the East China Sea, the so-called "weakest among the four seas", he can still be called a figure.

[Lion's Fang Roar] is his signature move of wreaking havoc, and the name "Lion's Fang Pirates" is also derived from it.

Using a strange technique unknown to ordinary people, it vibrates the iron sword at high speed and releases sound waves of special frequencies.

It makes the person who hears it feel irritable and depressed, physically weak, and reduces his combat effectiveness.

Although it is not a move with actual damage, "Lion's Fang Roar" has simple and random release conditions, and it covers a wide range of dozens of square meters.

It is perfect for dealing with civilians and those weak pirates who are not strong enough to enter the Grand Line.

Outstanding effect!

At least so far, Eugene has not encountered a strong person who can be completely immune to the effects of his own moves.

Even those with extremely superior physical fitness can reduce their combat power by less than half.

The only disadvantage is that the move cannot limit the target of the release, including yourself. As long as it is within the range of the move, it will be an indiscriminate attack.

Of course, he himself has long been accustomed to the frequency of sound waves, so it doesn't have much impact.

It's just that the crew members around them have nothing to do.

At this time, Eugene couldn't control so much.

If I were dragged down by these untouchables in the tavern, I might not have enough time to escape.

Instead of being overtaken by the navies who catch up when the time comes, it would be better for me to be more decisive now and get rid of all these fishermen.

The remaining time is enough for the pirates around him who were also affected by the move to recover and run away.

Dizziness, nausea.

It seems that the whole world in front of me is spinning, my spirit is withdrawn, and my consciousness is in a trance.

Della gritted her teeth, her smooth forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the two muskets in her hands fell to the ground at some point.

The intrusion of strange sound waves caused her to lose her ability to fight.

Just struggling to hold her hands on the front desk to prevent her from falling completely and losing consciousness had already consumed her last bit of strength.

Rooney and others next to him were in no better condition.

Each one of them was standing crookedly, half-kneeling, or leaning against the wall. It was obvious that they no longer had the ability to continue fighting with the pirates.

In the entire tavern, the only person with the ability to move was Eugene.

The result seems to be predictable.

Gray-white iron light danced in the air, and the ferocious footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Looking at the ferocious figure gradually approaching in front of her, Dara really smelled the aura called "death".

"Am I...going to die?"

It's like standing on the shore when I was a child, watching the boat carrying my parents being swallowed up by the big waves on the distant sea.

At this moment, she didn't know how to describe the inexplicable emotions surging in her heart.

But Dara knew that she didn't want to die.

Although it seemed like a long time had passed, it was actually less than three minutes since Eugene fired his first shot at the navy.

The time is very short.

three minutes,

One hundred and eighty seconds.

For most people, this is a period of time that is so short that it is almost imperceptible.

Maybe it was just a moment of confusion and it passed.

But many times, as long as you make the right choice at the right time.

There is still a lot that can be done in three minutes.

For example, run back to the room and grab a handy weapon.

"Boom--"

It was extremely strange that the sound of gurgling water suddenly sounded in the originally silent tavern.

It's like jade beads splashing from a clear spring, and the sound of jingling and cong is lingering around.

Desolate and frosty white, the arc-shaped sword light was as cold and clear as the moonlight and fleeting.

"laugh!"

Mixed with the scarlet blood that spurted out, the broken arm fell silently in the air.

Screams filled with pain erupted in the tavern.

Della's expression was blank, and her beautiful and delicate face still showed a bit of the paleness of approaching death.

Turning his head sharply,

At the stairwell beside him, a tall and tall figure came into view.

The sharp long sword is held tightly in the hand, and the tip of the sword seems to have a faint light flowing and jumping;

The angular and stern face, the sharp three-dimensional facial features are perfectly combined, and under the slightly raised heroic eyebrows, there is a pair of dark eyes as deep as an ancient well and deep pool.

Just standing there gave people an aura as sharp as a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

At this moment, regardless of time or occasion, a certain subtle emotion that was completely different from everything before sprouted in Dara's heart.

Naturally, Nuolan didn't know how much impact his belated sword attack had on the tavern owner beside him.

At the moment, he was just sighing in his heart that he had finally caught up.

He had a keen sense. When the two marines just pushed the door open, he felt the sudden change in the atmosphere in the tavern and was prepared in advance.

When Eugene drew his gun and fired, he was even more calm. He shrunk and ran up to the second floor.

It's not about running away from the battlefield.

Nuolan, who is careful and thoughtful, knows very well that his skills are completely superior to the way of swordsmanship.

Whether or not he has a bladed weapon at hand has an impact on his actual combat power. It can be said that it is a matter of heaven and earth.

Rather than rush forward recklessly and fight hand-to-hand with these pirates whose strength is unknown, it is better to go back to the second floor and take off your sword before the other party reacts.

With "Xiangquan" in hand, Nuolan is confident that he can fight even when facing those vicious pirates with high bounties.

No matter whether the opponent chooses to withdraw or to kill them all, he can deal with it.

There is no doubt that he made the right choice.

If Nolan had stayed downstairs with Rooney and others just now, I am afraid that he would be like them now, falling to the ground helplessly and being slaughtered like a fish belly.

By running back to the second floor in advance, he happened to avoid the area with the greatest impact of Eugene's "Lion's Teeth Roar".

Although it is not completely unaffected, at least normal body movements can be maintained.

It was precisely because of the effect of "Lion's Tooth Roar" that Nuo Lan's shot of [Iai·Cannian] just missed his target slightly.

Otherwise, what fell to the ground at this time would not be Eugene's left hand, but his head.

Nuo Lan concentrated her mind, her deep and calm eyes fixed on Eugene who was holding his wound and wailing loudly in front of him.

"Xiangquan" in his hand has already retracted the scabbard.

The enemy was seriously injured, and at this time, it seemed that I should take advantage of the victory and pursue the enemy.

Nolan had such a plan.

It's just that he needs to think more carefully and carefully.

After all, he didn't know the opponent's specific strength, but since he could unleash a sonic attack, he probably wouldn't be too weak.

If we attack rashly like this, we may be prone to accidents when facing a seriously injured and dying enemy.

"Bang!"

Nuolan stepped forward with her right leg, bent forward slightly, held the scabbard with her left hand, and held the sword hilt tightly with her right hand.

The real world is not a game and there is no skill cooldown.

As long as you have enough time and enough energy.
Chapter completed!