The black strands circled around Arlen's feet like a blooming black lotus. As he walked, the black strands abruptly spread out, tainting the sand with a pitch-black colour. The Yin Marks wriggled and hissed. Arlen, dressed in a spotless white navy uniform, stood in the middle of the twisting black mist. The light around him was swallowed up by an invisible force.
"Captain Yarlin of the East China Sea!" Shack Crocodile licked his lips. He stared at the black silk spreading under Yarlin's feet. In his mind, he subconsciously thought of another extremely dangerous man. A bloody arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I hate silk!"
Yarlin's pupils suddenly shrank. Suddenly, he disappeared from the spot. The sand layer one meter behind him cracked silently. A giant hand made of sand stretched out and grabbed Yarlin.
The huge shadow covered the light and crushed the air. Yarlin's eyes locked on Crocodile, who was standing still. The black silk under his feet suddenly shot into the sky.
Black Thorn Prison!
The dense black lines shot out like an iron forest of thorns growing wildly from the ground. The shattered air burst out and sputtered gravel like rain. The black thorns pierced through the giant sand palm and then suddenly bloomed again in mid-air. The dark shadow shrouded Crocodile's head and then fell down, forming a giant closed prison. It began to close in rapidly, and even the air could not escape. It made a dull echo.
"It's just a greeting. You don't have to be so angry, right?" Yarlin's voice passed into Crocodile's ears.
"You destroyed nine of the studio's strongholds as soon as you arrived. Although those who died were trash, who gave you the right to kill my people?" Crocodile's eyes narrowed slightly, and an extremely dangerous and cold aura emanated from his body. Silently, a large amount of sand floated up from under his feet like a surging wave, making a huge roaring sound.
The surging sand waves smashed heavily into the black cage, splashing the water and causing mottled yellow spots to appear on the black cage woven by black threads. The color of the yellow spots quickly turned into a withered gray color, and then turned into dry ash floating in the air when the wind blew.
The waves of sand continued to engulf Arlen's position. With a flick of his hand, he flung Hodgdon out of the attack range. Then, with a sudden tap of his foot, a clear black line appeared at the tip of each wave of sand. Within the black line were countless continuous afterimages, like black lotus petals floating on the sand. At the same time, a cold and sinister laugh sounded as he stepped on the waves. "It's the navy's duty to crack down on criminals. Do we need your permission? What's more, the Baroque Studio intercepted me halfway, killed my soldiers, and sank one of my warships. This account has to be repaid with lives! "
Evil and strange power spread out from the shadows. The soles of his feet fell like a battle-ax toward Crocodile's head. The fierce wind blew his hair back. Crocodile raised his head, revealing gloomy crocodile-like pupils. He smiled and suddenly disappeared into the sand.
"Humph!"
In mid-air, Yarlin opened his arms wide like an eagle flying in the air. The back of his feet stepped on the sand, and the impact of the impact hit the sand layer and sank a hole. His shirt suddenly burst open, revealing a strong back like a steel chain. The tattoo of a black python on his back seemed to be awakened. Countless terrible black silk pierced out from his back and stabbed at Crocodile who suddenly appeared behind him.
Crocodile shook his big hand, and a poisonous golden hook like a scorpion's tail protruded from it and hooked at the back of Yarlin's head. But it was entangled by the black silk and spread along the golden hook to stab at Crocodile's body.
The golden hook turned, and Crocodile's right hand suddenly burst open. The patter of sand condensed into the yellow eye of the storm between his fingers. Yarlin looked back and turned his head, and his dark and cold fingers grabbed at him.
The cold and evil pitch-black color and the dry and harsh yellow color instantly collided and exploded into a large cloud of fog. The withered black lines and the yellow sand that had been contaminated and corroded by the Yin Marks entangled together and scattered in all directions. The desert seemed to have evaporated into a blurry fog. The two figures madly and violently collided, and then flew backwards to pull apart the distance between them. The sand on the ground trembled, revealing dry cracks or corroded gullies.
The whole world seemed to be covered by the steaming black mist and the terrible roaring sandstorm. Yarlin crushed the rushing sand with one foot, and countless black snakes under his feet madly bit at the figures that kept falling and condensing. He nimbly dodged and jumped away from the silent poisonous hook.
"Let's end the tentative game, or are you really going to kill me?" Arlen's skin was slightly dry and wrinkled, some of his skin was cracked, and his lips seemed to be dehydrated with dead skin. He jumped two times in a row to open up the distance, reached out and tore off the dead skin on his mouth, and said in a gloomy voice, "Colon has lost his value and was killed by you. If I, the new successor, die here so soon, the Marine Headquarters' reaction will be slow, and they will definitely notice that there is a big problem with Alabasta."
A scorching hot wind blew, and a group of twisted sand condensed into a human shape. Crocodile saw the new healing dead skin quickly growing on the corner of Yarlin's mouth, and the dry wrinkled skin on his bare back was blown away by the wind, revealing the freshly grown skin below. His pupils shrank slightly.
After a while, Yarlin's 3D attributes have increased again. He raised the value of blood flow density to 70 points, and then the value of muscle activity, bone density, and blood flow density reached the height of "70" points at the same time. There seems to be some kind of resonance between the three attributes, producing a passive resistance to self-healing.
The level of the ability is still very low. It can only be regarded as a low-level self-healing activity, but it is not a problem to just accelerate the growth of skin and surface flesh.
Crocodile glanced at Daz Bonis and Hodgdon who were fighting on the other side. Daz Bonis obviously has the advantage in the scene, but it is not so easy to kill Hodgdon.
"A Shichibukai is a national hero of Alabasta, but he established a notorious criminal company. This is a shocking secret." Yarlin spread out his palms and smiled: "I'm just a Marine Captain. I don't care about this kind of big event that is likely to involve the turmoil of a country, but as a local Marine officer, it's not impossible for me to ignore it and even cover up the previous misunderstanding."
"I am a very reasonable person and a person who abides by the rules of the game." Yarlin added with a smile.
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