A shark's teeth could be regenerated.
Almost as soon as a complete circle of teeth was removed, the newly grown teeth filled Arlong's mouth. The teeth he held in his palm were like a wearable denture mold, but the residual saliva and white coldness on the teeth told Yarlin that the "crunching" thing was not a toy.
"Oh, there are a lot of strange tricks!" Yarlin also grinned, revealing his white teeth and sneered.
Arlong stomped his feet and leaped up, almost gliding close to the deck, like a low-altitude torpedo, quickly colliding with Yarlin. At the same time, his mouth exaggeratedly opened to his ears, and his teeth were like open and closed guillotines, biting at Yarlin's calf.
Retracting his feet, Arlong's mouth bit the air. His arm suddenly lifted up, the teeth in his palm quickly opened and contracted, exuding a cold killing intent as he bit at Yarlin's chest. At the same time, Arlong jumped from the ground and bit at Yarlin's throat with his sharp teeth.
A shark, like two rabid dogs!
There was a dense crunching sound in his ears. For an enemy who used teeth as a weapon, Yarlin had lived for two lifetimes, it was the first time he encountered such an enemy. He was a little stunned for a while.
Yarlin quickly retreated to avoid it. His pupils contracted as he saw the mast being bitten into slag by Arlong. The broken barrel was bitten by the sharp teeth, and there was a row of teeth marks on it. Obviously, the sharpness of these teeth was sharper than ordinary swords.
After the teeth were bitten and worn out, Arlong threw them away and continued to pull out a new set of sharp teeth from his mouth. This smooth operation made Yarlin's eyelids twitch slightly, and his eyes showed a strange look.
"Teeth that can be regenerated continuously, and the material is sharper and harder than ordinary steel. I don't know how many teeth can be produced in a day. If there are more, I can use it …"
Yarlin's face showed a strange and cold smile. He looked at Arlong again, not as if he was staring at a person, but as if he was looking at a constantly running production machine.
Ah Long's heart suddenly turned cold. Countless black silks suddenly spread out in front of him, blocking his line of sight. The fluttering black silks rotated around him. He immediately stopped, and the teeth in his hand bit at the black silks. His teeth that could bite through steel could not bite through the black silks, or it could be said that it was difficult to bite.
His teeth slipped and bit the air. Arlong's face changed. He recalled the situation just now and cursed in his heart: "Devil Fruit ability user?"
The black silk was like a cobweb, entangling towards Arlong. Arlong's body suddenly rotated and rushed out of the black silk's bondage like an electric drill. Then, reflected in his pupils was a brazen fist smashing down.
His head immediately tilted, and the fist slammed into his shoulder. He fell to the deck, and the heavy impact made a hole in the already tattered deck. Arlong screamed and fell into the cabin.
Ya Erlin jumped in after him. The cabin was dim, and the only light came from the sun shining through the holes. There were wooden frames everywhere, as well as wooden boxes that had been smashed into the ground. Miscellaneous items were spilled out of the boxes.
There was no sign of Arlong.
"Huh? Is he hiding? "Yarlin lowered his head and squinted his eyes. Suddenly, he turned around and kicked behind him.
Bang!
Arlong was kicked and broke a wooden beam, but the teeth in his hand was still fiercely biting towards Yarlin's throat. Yarlin began to be a little impatient. He sped up and jumped up to grab the beam above his head. His body was half lifted, and his calves were like a chain of whips that hit Arlong's side.
Da Da Da … The crisp sound of slapping could be heard. Arlong's side shoulder seemed to be continuously whipped by an iron whip. Blood burst out, his skin and flesh split open. His arm drooped and his teeth fell to the ground. His whole body seemed to be spinning in circles like a top. He was a little dizzy, but his head was still trying to bite Yarlin's leg.
His calves straightened and slapped Arlong's cheek fiercely. Arlong was struck by lightning. His whole cheek trembled exaggeratedly, as if it was going to fall off his face. His whole body was thrown into a group of wooden boxes, and the whole hull shook.
Yarlin slowly walked over and kicked away the scattered boxes. Arlong was lying on the ground, his cheek was red and swollen. His cheeks were deformed into a strange shape, and his mouth seemed to unconsciously spit out saliva.
A salty smell of the sea came from under Arlong's body. A large area under his chest seemed to be wet. Yarlin frowned suspiciously. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Arlong's legs suddenly trembled and wrapped around Yarlin's ankle in a strangle-like manner. His black and swollen lips opened, and the deformed teeth madly bit at the bottom deck of the ship.
The wooden board under his chest was originally cracked by the impact, and seawater permeated in. At this moment, he was biting quickly. Wood shavings were flying, and the hole was getting bigger and bigger. Unable to bear his weight, the wooden board caved in from the middle, and Arlong's entire upper body fell into the sea.
The sinking gravity dragged his body. His feet locked Yarlin's ankle and pulled, and Yarlin fell into the sea together.
Arlong swung his upper body crazily and dove down like a shark. He opened his mouth and red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He laughed crazily, "Go to hell, go to hell … Hahahaha, Devil Fruit ability user, you're still not dead yet!"
Rumor has it that Devil Fruit ability users are cursed by the sea. As long as they sink into the sea, their body will be instantly drained of strength, and they will faint after a few breaths.
The heavy object hooked on his feet, and the splash behind him made Arlong very sure that Yarlin was pulled into the sea by him. His eyes showed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, and his neck slowly turned back.
The expression on his face suddenly became stiff, his pupils trembled, and his heart trembled. What reflected in Arlong's eyes was not the unconscious Yarlin, but a face that was almost attached to his body. The ice-blue pupils were gloomy and piercing.
"How long are you going to take me down?"
There was no sound transmission, just the movement of his mouth. Arlong looked at Yarlin's thin lips and teeth trembling.
"Why aren't you unconscious?" Arlong's eyes widened, and he was horrified as if he had seen a ghost.
"I have never admitted that I am a Devil Fruit ability user!" Yarlin's pupils flashed a black line, and a black silk thread wrapped around Arlong's neck from his five fingers, slowly tightening. He said, "Now, take me up!"
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