Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King Chapter 569 - 333: Core Combat Strength

Around the collision between the Hymn Queen and the Death Star, several other ships were also connected, with Pirates fighting among them.

Thud, thud, thud!

Bellamy kept bouncing back and forth between the two ships. His legs and feet gathered montum with their springs, then he fiercely contracted and launched his spring-powered fist.

Boom!

His punch blasted a hole in the deck, narrowly missing Charlotte Noisette who had dodged to the side.

A cold sweat dripped from Noisette’s forehead as he instinctively raised a scythe shaped like a ’3’, swinging it towards the interior of the hole.

At that mont, Bellamy’s figure leaped out from within the hole.

Just as the scythe was about to strike Bellamy, his body tensed suddenly, enduring the attack from the scythe.

"Spring Tekkai!"

Bam!

The scythe, upon contact with sothing extrely elastic, was directly repelled.

In mid-air, Bellamy twisted his body, using both hands to support himself on the edge, as the springs in his arms compressed and released, kicking Noisette in the chest and sending him flying.

Charlotte Noisette collided with a mast ahead, finally coming to a stop. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face dark and nacing.

As one of the thirty-four ministers, his combat strength was naturally not weak.

Though not as formidable as the truly powerful, he was far from defenseless. He too was well-versed in Observation and Armant Haki.

However, in facing Bellamy, he couldn’t gain any advantage. Instead, as ti passed, he gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

"Well done, Bellamy! You’re a handso and charming Pirate character!"

Just as Bellamy steadied himself and his legs and feet transford into springs to gather force, a hearty voice sounded nearby.

A black line appeared on his forehead, and he shouted back, "I’m not that kind of thing! I’ve never admitted it!"

Not far from him, on another ship, a figure standing about three ters tall covered in turtle-like thick skin, with thick limbs and shell shields growing on his chest and back, gave a silly grin and a thumbs-up toward Bellamy.

Clang!

A burly man entirely clad in armor in front of him thrust his Knight’s Spear into the shell shield, producing only a crisp sound without leaving a mark.

"Why is your defense so strong!" Charlotte Saint-Marc roared in frustration.

Also a minister, his strength was not weak. His gigantic body and iron armor made his defense exceptional.

But now he faced soone with even more outstanding defense.

No matter what kind of attack, it had no effect on him.

Though the Zoan-type resembling a turtle was strong defensively, Saint-Marc had seen such before.

In their Pirates, there was a mber of the Fur Race who had also consud the Turtle-Turtle Fruit.

Yet, his defense wasn’t as formidable as this guy’s...

"Are you asking ?"

Pearl flashed a gleaming smile proudly, saying:

"I am the Shield Man, also the Handso Man. Though I no longer use a shield, I’ve replaced it with a shell shield, still the Absolute Defense Master Pearl! By the way, don’t think about sneaking an attack; my back defense is stronger than my front! How about it, am I experienced or what!"

After consuming the Ancient Snapping Turtle, Pearl had practically transford.

The Zoan-type offered him incredibly strong physique attributes, not to ntion the shell shield itself provided top-tier defense.

Forget bladed weapons and brute force; even against those using Haki, during skirmishes with clueless Pirates, they couldn’t penetrate his defense.

The opponent in front of him was rather strong too, also unable to take him down. But as ti went on, the opponent seed to be tiring.

Fight a bit longer, and victory was assured!

Victory over a minister of the Big Mom Pirates!

Pearl placed his hands on his hips and lifted his head, "I, Pearl, am also mighty! Jean Bart, Bellamy, Mute, let’s think of a new pose later!"

"I’m not doing it!" Bellamy shouted.

Bam!

Elsewhere, Jean Bart slamd into a giant figure full of fat, using imnse strength to send him flying, turning back to say in a deep voice:

"I want a good-looking one."

He faced a minister, too.

Charlotte Kanten.

This guy also possessed imnse power and was trading blows with Jean Bart.

However, given ti, Jean Bart was confident he would win.

He’s no longer the sa as before.

Through enduring training against clueless Pirates in New O’hara, Jean Bart not only mastered so Six Styles techniques but also learned Armant Haki.

He wasn’t weak before, but now he was stronger, enabling him to battle a so-called minister.

"Ugh... roar!"

On another Pirate Ship closely attached to Pearl’s, Mute leapt first, slashing with his Great Tachi against a guy with pink and blue hair, clanging against a tachi whose hilt resembled an ice cream cone.

Missing the mark, he roared aloud, gathering sound waves into white light in his mouth, blasting them against the guy in front of him, sending him flying.

That was Charlotte Moscato, also one of the thirty-four ministers.

"No way!" Pearl, hearing the sound, said displeased, "I want to be in the middle!"

"How do you understand this?" Bellamy asked.

Mute was a mute!

"Understanding cos with ti."

Pearl gave another thumbs-up, "I’m so handso, I must be in the middle. Hey, Stansen, want to join us?"

Boom!

Aboard a distant ship, Stansen, almost twenty ters tall, dominated the entire deck, waving an iron hamr to demolish half a Cake Ship.

Being a Giant, he faced no rivals at this battle’s level. One hamr swing could kill many.

"Where do I stand?" Stansen pondered for a mont, asking.

"In the back! You’re big enough! You won’t go unnoticed!" Pearl replied.

"No problem." Stansen raised his hamr again, smashing it toward another Cake Ship.

"You guys really need to think about such a silly pose? I’m looking forward to secretly watching you practice; it’s going to be fun, chirp chirp."

In the air, Owl used Moon Step to propel himself through the sky, swiftly landing beside Stansen. Facing a group of approaching Pirates, he unleashed a Finger Gun, quickly knocking down a batch.

"Hahahaha, you must tell !"

On another ship, Jabra transford into a werewolf, his body tensed, producing jingling sounds as weapons struck him. He then moved with the montum, swiping a claw at a group of people.

He was the only Six Styles user who could move while in Tekkai mode.

"And don’t think you’re sothing special just because you ate an Ancient fruit! Don’t let it go to your head, you!" Jabra shouted in displeasure.

"Art, all kinds of art, are worth appreciation! Yo yo eee!"

Beside him, Kumadori, with rolled-up hair standing on one leg and with hair turning into Finger Gun shapes, pierced through a group of Pirates.

In the main combat strength sector, Moriah attracted a large crowd, while the rest... weren’t opponents for these guys.

Gradually gaining the upper hand, things were going smoothly.

However, corresponding to this, other high-ranking officers found the battle far less favorable, struggling notably more.

Boom!!

Just as they fought fiercely, two figures crashed into each of their main ships, emitting a massive shock wave that rippled from the center.

The previously connected fleet, under this impact, separated anew, facing off again.

The sky was growing increasingly gloomy.