holidays, equipped with the finest ordnance and weaponry, and receive top-tier military training from the Beihai's highest levels.Every single person in the Beihai Navy knows deep down that everythin...The moment Darren's figure shot out with astonishing speed, Dorag's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved.
Bang!!
Both moved forward simultaneously, their four wrists colliding heavily, unleashing a visible wave of energy.
A perfect tie!
Without a moment's pause, the two figures in mid-air simultaneously changed their stances.
Fists clashed and elbows met, a steady rhythm of cracking sounds echoing through the air.
All the sailors on deck widened their eyes and held their breath, watching the intense duel between the two.
"Great!!"
A bright light shone in Dorag's eyes. He dodged Darren's incoming punch with a sidestep, and as he slid forward, his fist throbbed with explosive power as it launched out.
Bang!
A white ripple of force bloomed on Darren's sharply defined abdominal muscles, sending him sliding backwards several meters. A chilling grin stretched across his face nonetheless.
With a crack, the deck splintered and the warships beneath their feet sank half a meter.
With the recoil, the naval captain acted like a shell fired from a cannon, eyes blazing as he charged towards Drakken.
Darren crossed the distance in an instant, appearing beside Dorag like a ghost. He crouched low, lifted his left leg, and whipped out a kick towards Dorag's cheek like thunder.
Dorag's figure flashed, his boots scraping past his cheek, the gust of wind whipping up his jet-black hair.
One hand shot out, gripping Darren's foot tightly. She took a deep breath, ready to smash him completely onto the deck.
In mid-air, Darren instead stood atop the power of Dargath, using his hand as an anchor. His right foot, like a battle axe descending from above, slammed down!
Bang!!
One arm blocked the attack.
Darren seized the opportunity to break free from Dragg's confinement. The moment his body hit the ground, he sprang back up like a tiger once more.
His fists struck with terrifying speed, a flurry of black shadows encasing Dorag's form.
"Hahahahahahaha!! What a relief!!"
Drogon grinned and responded with a thunderous double punch, not retreating an inch.
Bang bang bang bang!!
A dull, heavy bombardment of sound hammered incessantly against their bodies.
Kaitei and Gion stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their mouths twitching.
Both of them... their attacks... unanimously avoided each other's fists.
Hitting the mark hard!
……
Thirty minutes later.
Darren and Dorag lay sprawled on the deck, gasping for breath.
The deck of the warship was riddled with craters and pockmarks. One heavy cannon had even been punched clean through by a fist.
Steam poured from their skin, blood staining the corners of their mouths.
The sailors were already staring blankly.
They had never seen such a battle in their lives.
To be more precise, they had never seen such a foolish battle in their lives.
Unarmed and unmoving, blindly swinging fists and feet at the opponent's body and face... simply foolish to the extreme.
"Your physique, you really are tough as steel..."
Dragomir wiped the blood from his lips with a smile and sat up without any pretense.
Although he was stronger and faster than Darren, his physical defense was significantly weaker.
Even after attacking, Doflamingo was stunned to find that he couldn't break through Darren's defenses even without using his Armament Haki.
This unprecedented feeling of frustration only fueled his excitement.
"Your punches are pretty strong too..."
Darren sat up and smiled.
Dragon inherits the training methods from Zeff and Cap, and his sparring sessions also help him hone various physical attributes, reaping significant benefits.
Looking at Darren's smile, Dorag suddenly felt that this trip to the North Sea for a mission was pretty good.
This guy's personality seems to really match mine...
"Not enough, the fist's strike area is too large, it can't break through the defense at all…"
Drogon pondered, gazing down at his own fists.
The bones are thick and appear full of powerful strength.
Darren, wiping the sweat from his face nonchalantly, replied:
To defeat the mianxia, perhaps using the power of your fingers would be more advantageous...
The principle of the Six Styles' finger gun in Marine Corps is just like this.
"The power of fingers..."
Dora glanced at something, and muttered to herself.
" — Right!! Hahaha!! You're a genius, Darren!!"
He suddenly slapped his thigh with force, a look of excitement on his face as he burst into laughter.
Well, Darren could swear that in that instant he saw a light bulb go off over Drago's head.
Then Doraemon raised his right hand.
Fumbled with a strange hand gesture.
The index finger and middle finger are aligned, the ring finger and pinky finger are also aligned, making five fingers into "three fingers". The joints of the fingers are slightly bent, looking like a "claw" shape.
However, upon seeing this action, Darren's pupils constricted, and a storm of shock surged through him.
This gesture... Could it be...
"Using the strength of your fingers... that's right, it's just like that. The thumb itself possesses enough strength, and the combination of the index finger and middle finger, as well as the ring finger and pinky finger, can strengthen the joints' ability to withstand force, thus allowing you to wrap around a more powerful Armament Haki..."
Dolag murmured as if possessed, and suddenly he lashed out a claw at the deck beneath his feet.
"Wait!"
Darren's face changed color, and he swiftly grabbed Dorag's hand with one hand, shifting his weight to the side.
Undefended, Dorag was stunned as a claw imbued with tremendous power landed squarely on Darren's arm.
For a moment,
It was as if something had shattered in the air, a splash of blood erupting.
Drogon stared in astonishment at the shallow cut on Darren's arm.
"Broken... Broken my defense"
I just went half-heartedly, using only 50% of my power, and yet I broke Darren's defense!
This...how is this possible...
Darren rolled his eyes at that, annoyed.
“With that single claw strike of yours, I fear the entire warship would be pierced and shattered in an instant by your power.”
Dulage was taken aback, then sheepishly scratched his head and grinned foolishly.
"That… I'm so sorry, Darren."
Darren waved his hand, such a superficial wound wasn't anything, it would scab over in a few minutes.
However, his heart felt like ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping through it.
This… he absolutely didn’t missee...
Just now, Dorag's blow... his stance... it was clearly the Dragon Claw Fist!!
...In the future, he will teach Sabo this technique, and it will shine brightly in the Dressrosa Colosseum: the mighty fighting style… Dragon Claw Fist!!
Although that last blow was rather rough, there is no doubt it was the Dragon Claw Fist.
He only practiced with himself for less than half an hour... Could Drag's been able to grasp such a combat technique!
This... truly lives up to the expectations of being the protagonist's father!
Darren rubbed his temples, a little helplessly.
Wait a minute!
He suddenly realized, looking at Dolagg's foolish smile, a fact that made his head spin.
Seems like I've turned into Kaido sensei for a bit!
"Haha, Darren, thank you so much this time. I didn't expect that sparring with you would make me realize a brand new fighting technique."
Drogon laughed loudly:
"When I've mastered this technique better, I'll teach it to you. It's my way of saying thank you."
"Well, for this fighting technique, what name do you think would be suitable"
Darren choked back his sarcastic thoughts and mumbled:
"Let's call it Dragon Claw Fist."
"Dragon Claw Fist... Dragon Claw Fist... Hahaha, what a great name!!"
Dora grabbed Darren's shoulder, excitedly.
"Woo woo... Woo woo..."
At this moment, the call of a military telephone insect suddenly rang out.
Doflamingo quickly pulled out his Den Den Mushi and connected the signal.
"Hello, I am Dorag."
A deep, heavy voice came from the Den Den Mushi, laced with killing intent.
"I am Steel Skeleton."
"Void Marshal!"
Drogon suddenly sat up straight, his expression grim.
"I report you are now in this maritime region." Steel Bones' voice, like his style, was swift and decisive.
Dora scratched her head and instinctively looked at Darren.
Darren's eyes twitched, and he whispered:
"We are now immediately leaving the Beihai waters, stepping into the Grand Line."
Then, Dorag said the same thing to the Den Den Mushi.
Steel skeleton went silent for a moment,
"Well, there's an urgent mission for you now."
"I order you to accommodate the colleagues who have arrived from the North Sea as soon as possible, and then enter the Grand Line at the fastest speed."
"The specific island coordinates will be given to you shortly."
Dora looked at Darren and asked:
"General, may I ask for the specifics of the mission"
The Telephone Worm fell silent again.
"Cooperate with Rear Admiral Garp of the Marine Headquarters, blockade the target waters... Arrest Gol D. Roger!"
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