"Brother Aaron!"

The fish people didn't run far away, and someone suddenly thought of an important question: "Where should we run now?"

“Go to the West Village of Cocoa!

Aaron said gritting his teeth while speeding up:

"If two villagers can be taken as hostages, maybe there will be a chance to escape."

The fish people's eyes lit up and hurriedly followed their elder brother Aaron to flee to the direction of Kekeaxi Village.

"Brother Aaron!"

Another fishman couldn't help but call the leader's name.

This time it was not because they didn't know where to run, but because...

Their elder brother Aaron was running lightning and his steps were flying, and his swift figure almost dragged out a blurry phantom from their field of vision.

Aaron's strength as the leader of the fishman was perfectly demonstrated at this critical moment, and a clear gap with a group of fishman minions with poor physical fitness.

"Wait for us..."

A little fishman subconsciously shouted out his inner thoughts.

However, Aaron seemed to be unable to hear it, and his speed under his feet increased a little faster.

Of course, Aaron couldn't hear it, and he would pretend not to hear it when he heard it.

How could he have to take his younger brother to run together at such a life-and-death juncture?!

The memory of being trampled under the feet of Kizaru when he was young was too deep, so Aaron didn't dare to hesitate in front of the natural system and the "power of the general".

So before much time, Aaron disappeared without a trace with his powerful body functions in front of the fishman little brothers.

However, the fishman minions had no time to sigh at the agile posture of their leader, because the navy soldiers who were landing behind him had already chased after him with murderous intent.

In this tense and lively racing, two unlucky guys who ran slowly had already eaten the Navy's bullets.

After the two fishmen were shot, they fell to the ground due to the inertia of the giant running with all their might, and performed the difficult posture of the salted fish falling out on the spot.

Smog, who was a human-shaped smoke jet aircraft, and Garen, who had acceleration skills, bit them tightly, almost killing into the crowd of fish.

Hearing the sound of shouting closer and closer, Croobi, who was running at the forefront of the team, suddenly slowed down.

"what you do?"

Xiao Ba said anxiously: "If you don't run faster, it will be too late!"

"The navy chases too tightly, no one can escape if this continues."

Croobi's voice was a bit difficult:

"I'll come to the palace, you will run away with your brothers!"

"Croobi!"

A sad look appeared in Xiaoba's eyes, and he couldn't help but persuade him:

"That man is too strong, you will die!"

"Brother Croobi!"

The fishman brothers also looked at him with respect and reluctance.

"Don't bother me, it's not the time to hesitate!"

Croobi suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes also filled with men's tears.

His pace became slower and slower, but the strength of his palms became stronger and stronger, and his eyebrows were filled with determination.

Octopus Xiaoba was still a little hesitant, and several other fishman brothers who were touching her heart also slowed down with Croobi.

"No need to say more!"

Croobi stopped completely and suddenly stood up as solid as a rock, as strong as a green pine:

"Being able to die at the hands of a man of that level is the best destination for a warrior!"

"treasure!"

Xiao Ba nodded heavily to Croobi, who had already had ambitions to die, and tears in his eyes quietly slid down.

“There’s not much time…”

"Let's go!"

Croobi turned around slowly, leaving his fellow fishmen with a resolute back that would never be forgotten.

Octopus Xiaoba also wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and fled in the opposite direction with the few fish people.

The noise gradually faded, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Croobi felt that he was alone in the world, and the upcoming sad and beautiful death.

And in Croobi's vision, the invincible knight with great reputation is getting closer and closer.

At this ending moment in life, Croobi couldn't help but think of his lackluster life:

Become a gangster in his hometown Fishman Street, a miscellaneous soldier on the Sun Pirates, and later followed Aaron to the East China Sea to be a small cadre of the Dragon Pirates.

Not only did there be no highlights, but he got back more and more.

But I didn't expect that at the last moment of his life, he could still usher in such a brilliant death.

"A man who is with Karp 55..."

Croobi murmured to himself, a slightly self-deprecating curve appeared in the corner of his mouth:

"I wasn't killed by you just now, just because I'm too weak, right?"

"It's so weak that a man like you is reluctant to take action..."

As he spoke, Croobi's eyes suddenly burst out with a flash of light, and a terrifying aura burst out from the body of the King Kong, which was as if it were cast iron.

"I was wrong!"

Croobi clenched his fists tightly, and the thick blood vessels bursting on his arms conveyed extremely powerful power to the iron fists:

"Since I came to the East China Sea, my fist has never waved at any strong man."

"My fishman karate is just a tool to oppress the weak."

At this time, Galen had already rushed to him fiercely, and the sword edge of the big sword drew a bright golden arc in the air, and slashed towards Croobi who was standing there.

"Thank you..."

Croobi recalled his pure heart when practicing karate in the fishman, and the spirit of the warrior quietly regained:

"Let me find the true mystery of the fishman karate at this last moment!"

His feet were like iron stakes, and he took off his horse's steps, stretched his strong arms forward, and the iron fist that had been accumulating for a long time swung his attack at Garen who was rushing towards him:

"The fishman karate - Thousand-Miant Fist!"

The fist was like an arrow and the momentum was like a thunder. In an instant, Croobi hit a white wave of air like a long rainbow, breaking away.

The so-called Thousand Tile Fist is a powerful boxing technique that can break a thousand tiles with one punch at the bottom of the water.

Croobi, who has been busy bullying the weak and torturing civilians in remote villages in the East China Sea for many years, has stagnated for a long time in the realm of "one thousand pieces".

However, Croobi's punch at this critical moment of life and death has already broken through the shackles of "one thousand".

Croobi couldn't help but smile freely and said in his heart:

"Can you hit this punch..."

"I have no regrets in this life!"

Although this punch has already broken through the limit of his martial arts, Croobi would never think that such a boxing can defeat the East China Sea Knights who are "the strength of the general in the headquarters".

He just wanted to use this punch as the final performance of his life, and then die gorgeously and gloriously at the hands of a peerless strong man.

However...

I saw the fierce fist wind sweeping out with a white air wave...

The peerless powerful man who could play with Cap 55 was very cooperative and was beaten backwards by this punch, and then plowed a deep gully on the ground.

The "peerless strong man" who was hit by him seemed to be unable to move by this punch.

"What the hell?"

Croobi's eyes were wide open, his face full of disbelief.

He looked at the fist in his hand and his expression became dazed.

Croobi suddenly became extremely suspicious of his true strength.

At this time, the situation of the battle changed again-

I saw that the "Invincible" knight who collapsed in the soil turned into a burst of smoke for no reason...

"how so?!"
To be continued...