Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King Chapter 193 - 134: Marika’s Armament (Part 2)

Not to ntion the ’ability’ granted by the King, just relying on the strength to manipulate such a huge weight is impressive enough.

"Really incredible..." Marika said with a smile, "It’s a waste to be just a Sergeant Major here. How about joining the Disaster Pirates? Captain Sage loves capable guys."

"A bunch of pirates! Don’t joke around! I am a noble of the Kingdom!"

Niman clashed his fists together, "You woman, you have great strength and decent speed, but don’t think I can’t hit you..."

The bronze skin seed to lt, as waves of steel surged continuously from Niman’s body, forming steel whips that coiled around him like serpents.

"The King granted steel that I can control at will. As long as I catch you, I can do whatever I want with it!"

The steel whip swiftly rushed toward Marika, surrounding her from all sides, blocking all her paths of retreat.

"Just like now!"

Niman moved forward aggressively, approaching Marika, and thrust his fist downward.

Due to the use of those steel waves, the weight he endured was significantly reduced, increasing his speed considerably and giving Marika no room to react; the fist was already coming at her.

That fist... cannot be blocked directly.

Ultimately, Marika was still of normal flesh and blood.

Her smile froze, her eyes widened slightly, and her waterfall-like black hair began to dance, consciously extending and coiling, covering her arms, forming a thick wrist guard, which she crossed in front of Niman’s fist.

"Tekkai Hair Wrist!"

The wrist guard ford by her hair glimred, becoming as hard as iron, making contact with the fist imdiately and creating a depression.

But it was just a depression; this resistance reduced the force as it reached her arms, enabling her to withstand it.

"It’s useless, it’s just hair!"

At that mont, Niman exclaid, his fist writhing, protruding several steel spikes on its surface, breaking through the strands of hair with a sound, advancing forward.

"Hair Binding!"

A large amount of hair bundled together, as it broke through Marika’s wrist guards, wrapped around his arm, and continued forward, coiling around his neck, joints, and major bones, like a spider weaving a web, tightly binding the prey.

anwhile, his fist was firmly gripped by Marika’s hands, resisting the attack with such force that her feet slid backward on the ground.

"Tekkai Hair Binding!"

The coiling hair straightened tightly at this mont, and Marika’s figure hunched slightly as she took a deep breath, her opened eyes bursting with a sharp gleam, her hands ready to thrust against Niman’s chest.

"Useless!"

The steel whip that had blocked Marika’s retreat at that mont returned to his body like a tide, solidifying the flesh, and firmly took Marika’s double-handed thrust.

Bam!

Tsssss!

Niman’s body retreated sharply a few steps, while the hair binding him was severed, adding several blade marks to his surface, with so spikes protruding from his chest, stained with blood.

Niman laughed heartily, "My defense is invincible!"

Marika stood on the ground, looking at her blood-stained hands, her previously calm eyes now transford into piercing coldness.

The previous push had hit her hands against the spikes, unsurprisingly, piercing her palms with countless bloody holes.

"Cooking hands should never be stained with blood..."

Marika said softly, "That would add a strange taste to the dish and make it unappetizing."

"Foolish woman, still thinking about cooking at a ti like this? You’ll soon be killed by !"

Niman extended his fist, adding nurous spikes to its surface, resembling a hedgehog.

"Neither your hair nor your flesh can stop my power, nor this high-density steel. With just one punch, I can kill you! No matter how you strike, you can’t break my defense. This is the power of Anu Country!"

That kind of flesh, as long as a punch hits the head, it will definitely be fatal!

Pirates are all weaklings!

Marika opened her cool gaze, staring straight at this explosive-haired man.

This guy sowhat resembles Daz Bonez, Mr. 1 under Crocodile, though they have never fought, but from intelligence, Crocodile ntioned them voluntarily.

A fad assassin of the West Sea, who consud the Dice-Dice Fruit, transforming into the Chop Person, his entire body could beco blades, preventing anyone from touching him, and in close combat, being touched by him would easily result in being slashed apart, while slashing, unless one knew ’Iron Cutting’, would be ineffective, only blunt force could barely contend.

Similarly, this one called Niman is the sa.

The steel that could be manipulated, covering his internal body, seemingly even encasing the bones, could not be damaged by normal attacks.

If Lily were here, she could handle him.

But replacing her with Marika...

It can be handled too!

"Ah... ordinary strikes can’t break through. Let’s try another way."

Marika extended her hand, tightly grasped the fist with a snap, her hair wrapping around her fist, forming a mallet-like shape.

"That kind of hair is useless too!"

Niman placed his hands on his waist, striking a bodybuilding pose, and declared loudly, "My defense cannot be broken by anyone!"