"Shave!"
"Swoosh!"
The disheveled Doflemingo stomped his feet.
He dodged Anthony's fist that was pressing down on him.
" Mist Kick, Holy Cross!" His gaze was sharp and fierce.
The pair of legs tore through the air and kicked down at Anthony.
"Xiu! Whoosh!"
Two dazzling, crisscrossing slashes appeared out of thin air, cutting through the atmosphere.
Like a holy cross, it was somewhat dazzling.
It came crashing down.
"Paper painting!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth rumbled.
Rocks flew everywhere, and a large amount of smoke and dust filled the air.
The leaves that seemed to be dancing in the storm easily dodged the cross-shaped slash that tore the earth apart.
"It's a little more decent, but it's not enough!”Saint Anthony's speed was ridiculously fast.
He was like the most ferocious beast, opening his sharp and sharp fangs, ready to hunt his target. No one could react in time.
His vision blurred, and he was already in front of Doframingo.
Accompanied by the sound of an explosion.
The terrifying kick was already like a sharp axe as it slashed forward.
"What?"
His eyes shrank.
His domineering arms blocked in front of him.
Faith was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
"Bang!"
He blocked Anthony Saint's kick.
His arms, which were covered in the color of armor, were black and shiny. They were burning and in extreme pain.
It was as if it did not belong to him anymore.
There was a faint cracking sound.
Although he had restrained his strength, the strength of the armed color he displayed was not much stronger than that of Doflemingo.
However, the strength of the two was clearly not on the same level.
" This ridiculous power…"
A terrifyingly heavy impact.
Doflemingo gasped, causing the ground to crack and collapse.
The pair of legs were embedded into the ground.
"Bam…"
In a flash.
The ground cracked under the pressure, and Anthony Saintzoche jumped up like a bolt of lightning.
A ferocious knee strike came crashing down.
The pupils of Doflemingo, who had his arms supporting his right shoulder that was like a knife and axe, constricted. With his well-trained sense of dominance, he had already predicted his opponent.
He suddenly raised his hands with all his might.
Anthony was sent flying.
"Shave!" At the same time, he stomped his feet without hesitation.
His figure retreated like a gust of wind, flashing past waves of afterimages.
"Bang!"
However, his vision blurred.
There was no time to dodge.
He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
" Waah…" He was sent flying backward. His face was twisted, his eyes were bulging, and he vomited blood.
He looked in disbelief at Anthony who had suddenly arrived and dealt him a heavy blow.
"Boom…"
The miserable figure was covered in blood.
It smashed heavily into the ground and embedded itself into it.
Nearly half of the training ground had been torn apart.
It turned into ruins.
"Alright, let's stop here."
St. Anthony said calmly.
He calmly put down the right leg that was raised in mid-air, maintaining the momentum of his kick.
"Not bad. It proves that you haven't abandoned your cultivation…"
With his potential and the momentum of improvement, if he could continue to persevere and cultivate hard, there was still a great chance for him to enter the field of monsters in a few years.
Even Lieutenant General " Red Hound " Sakasugi and Lieutenant General " Yellow Ape " Porusalino, who were listed as candidates for the new generation of admirals, were already in their twenties when they joined the navy.
Although the students of the naval academy were called powerful "monsters" because of their powerful strength and the "invincible" ability of the demon fruit, they would never reach such an exaggerated level.
He was already comparable to the highest combat ability of the navy headquarters when he first came here. What did "Blackwrist" Zefa, the former general of the navy headquarters who had retired and was the chief instructor of the naval academy, have to teach?
Dofranmingo, who was covered in blood, crawled out in a sorry state.
He only felt his arms burning. His bones were probably broken.
It was already swollen beyond recognition.
He endured the pain in his body and wiped the blood from his horn."Cough cough, compared to a monster like you, Brother Wang, I'm still far from it.”
He was easily crushed by Anthony, and he couldn't even force Anthony to use the Demon Fruit's ability.
He had undoubtedly suffered a huge blow.
Of course, this was not the first time he had suffered such a blow.
With his tenacious nature, he would not be so discouraged that he would give up on himself and directly doubt his life. From then on, he would never be able to recover.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of Saint Anthony's attention and resources.
On the contrary, he yearned even more for the other party's powerful strength.
In particular, Saint Anthony did not deny his hard work and future potential.
As an eight-year-old Evil Tinder who had already awakened the Conqueror's domineering aura, Doflemingo, who was not lacking in confidence, firmly believed that as long as he persisted in his training, he would definitely reach the other party's height in the future.
Not everyone could be like Anthony Saint, who was so young and already so strong that he was comparable to the monsters of the New World.
He still had a long way to go.
"Your Armament Colored Haki is not refined enough, but your Knowledge Colored Haki still has a lot of room for improvement.”
Looking at the heavily injured Dofranmingo, who was staggering over, Anthony commented bluntly.
His expression was serious as he instructed and warned," Remember, regardless of whether it's the visual color or the armor color, cultivation alone is far from enough to improve the domineering aura. Especially if you want to master the high-level armor color domineering aura and the visual color domineering aura, you must have the tempering of life and death. Confrontation and confrontation with real experts can help you break through in desperate situations..."
Back then, in order to increase his domineering cultivation, he did not hesitate to put himself in danger and fight the pirates of the New World.
In the end, he even picked on those monsters.
They confronted each other one by one, and they even found Kaido and Charlotte Lingling more than once.
In the beginning, he had lost, and he had lost a little miserably. He had suffered extremely serious injuries and was on the verge of death. He had almost died.
Relying on the terrifying belief of " either become stronger or die on the road to becoming stronger ", which was almost paranoid and twisted, Saint Anthony became more and more brave as he fought. Every time he used the ability of the Devil's Fruit to temper his body and train himself for half a year, he would continue to find one of the " monsters " in the new world.
Under the crazy and desperate actions, the gains were undoubtedly huge.
In the face of danger, the indescribable understanding of life and death allowed him to break through his limits again and again.
There was a superhuman with the ability of the Healing Fruit on the Saint Alamo.
This injury would be healed very quickly.
When Anthony Saint was in his teens, he had specially brought people to the country that was once ruled by the Don Quijote family. Later, he had moved to the Holy Land of Maria and abandoned the kingdom of Dresrosa. He had spent a lot of effort to find the Demon Fruit.
At the same time, they had specially " abducted " some of the tiny people who had unique racial talents and were extremely good at cultivating all kinds of plants. They even claimed that there was no plant in the world that they could not cultivate.
He would let these little humans grow rice with excellent taste and appearance for him on Turtle Island, as well as cultivate fresh fruits and vegetables that were extremely beautiful and sweet.
Of course, the treatment he gave these little humans was not bad.
They weren't enslaved as exaggeratedly as the ancestors of the Don Quijote family 800 years ago, so they weren't over-exploiting their labor force.
Because of this, these little people were willing to work here.
All these years.
He could grow so quickly.
To be honest, it was all thanks to the superhuman healing fruit's ability.
No matter how serious the injury, no matter how tired the body was…
As long as the ability user of the Healing Fruit could " dedicate " himself, he would not hesitate to overuse his ability and consume his life force to use the ability to heal him. Then, he would be able to recover quickly.
"Angel, treat him!"
It was a small person with white and soft wings. It was beautiful and gentle, like an angel, but it was not even the size of a palm.
It flapped its wings and flew over.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
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