One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Mermaid Cafe.

Just as Zoren proposed a plan to leave here by boat tonight, Winnie from the kitchen trotted out in a panic and looked at him sadly, her gem-like crystal eyes full of reluctance.

Winnie asked unwillingly, "Mr. Zollen, are you really going to leave here?"

"I have friends waiting outside. I must meet them early." Zoron nodded firmly. Facing Winnie, his handsome young face rarely became sunny, and he chuckled, "I can't always live in the Mermaid Cafe. Here it is.”

"It's good to know. After you leave here, Winnie and I can reopen the store." Charlie on the side interrupted impatiently, but he kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Zollen, if you don't mind..." Winnie shyly stirred her fingers and hesitated, "You can stay at my place..."

"Winnie, what are you talking about!" Xia Li interrupted her words. He rolled his beautiful eyes and glared at her. His cold face became serious and he said, "This matter is impossible. It's impossible." discuss."

She glanced at Zoron: "Besides, a certain adventurer wouldn't be happy either."

"Of course." Zoron smiled faintly, looked at Winnie and said, "I am someone who is not content with the status quo. I am destined to step into unknown corners of the world in the future and continue to fight."

Seeing Zoren's refusal, Charlie secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He dragged Winnie over in a graceful manner, took Winnie's arm and comforted her softly.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Papagu ran into the store excitedly, shouting, "Boss Zoron, it's done! It's done!!"

"What's the fuss about in my store?" Xia Li glared at her. Under her cold and lustful force, Papagu quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

Zoren asked, "What's done?"

"That's it - that thing." Papagu leaned over in a low voice and pointed at the back of his hand. At this time, Zoran also remembered the thing he had asked him to order for him a few days ago.

"The time is just right, let's go, lead the way." Zoron raised his chin and walked out of the store first, with Papagu following closely behind, as if he had stepped into the role of his younger brother.

After Zoren left, Winnie looked away absentmindedly and lowered her head sadly. Charlie next to her could only helplessly shake her head and persuade her carefully.

North of Fishman Island, Waterwheel Town.

Papagu led the way. The two passed through the bustling streets and turned into a slightly deserted alley. They came to a simple store door with swords, axes and shields hung on the door wall. The sharp edges of the cold weapons shone with a faint sheen. The murderous aura makes people shudder.

As soon as he got closer, Zoron could clearly hear the sometimes crisp and sometimes dull sound of iron coming from inside.

"This is the oldest and best blacksmith shop on Fish-Man Island." Papagu explained, walking to the door and letting Zoron step in first.

In the dimly lit store, several stoves were burning brightly. The embryos of the sword models were forged by the fire and were dazzlingly red. Several shirtless and strong fishmen were sweating and forging iron with big hammers. One of them had a gray beard and a hairdresser. The elderly fish-man stood aside and carefully looked at the quality of the sword.

The few people in the store were so focused that they didn't notice Zoren standing behind them when they entered.

Papagu reminded, "Master Paul, we are here to get customized weapons."

"Yes." The old fish man known as 'Master Paul' turned around, glanced at Zoron and Papagu with his clear eyes, and finally returned his gaze to Zoron: "You just use the custom-made ring weapon. The owner?"

"Yes, that's him." Papagu nodded and answered for Zoren.

Master Paul nodded and said to the fishmen who were still forging iron, "Stop what you are doing and go to the basement to take out the No. 3 customized weapon."

"Hmm, number three?"

"okay, got it."

The iron fishermen glanced at Zoron in surprise, and then walked towards the basement.

After a while, the two men were carrying a box. The fishman carefully lifted out the two boxes. The heavy contents made it difficult for them to lift with their naturally strong arms.

Letting go, the box pressed heavily to the ground.

Master Paul leaned down and opened the first box. Inside were a pair of wrist sheaths and a pair of ankle sheaths, with a dark background and a metallic glow.

He said, "This is a hand and foot sheath made according to your request. The material is a beautiful metal with memory and extensibility. It is as soft and comfortable as clothing, but it weighs nearly a thousand kilograms alone. Four of them The weight has reached nearly 4,000 kilograms."

Four thousand pounds? What is the concept of wearing it? It is equivalent to the weight of a dozen people pressing on you.

The murloc clerks all looked at Zoron closely, wondering about this horrifyingly heavy sheath. Even murlocs, not to mention humans, couldn't wear this kind of thing casually.

Under their horrified gazes, Zoren leaned down and directly picked up a pair of wrist sheaths. He weighed the weight with each hand and then put them on his hands.

He simply punched quickly. The speed of his fists slowed down a lot but was still powerful. Zoran put on a pair of sheaths on his ankles. After putting down the long sleeves and trousers of his clothes, there was no sign of the sheaths at all. exist.

He tried to stretch his body and exercise, but his movements felt hindered. He nodded with satisfaction: "It feels like ten times the gravity, which is not bad."

"..."

The blacksmith shop clerk was extremely shocked from the moment Zoren put on the first wrist guard.

"As expected of the boss, he does something extraordinary." Papagu grinned, as if he was the one who shocked the clerk.

"It seems you have used this." Master Paul smiled and opened the second box. Inside was also a pair of items, but it was something smaller than the former sheath - a tiger ring.

It is no different from a ring, except that the front end has a slightly sharp protrusion, like the fangs exposed by a tiger. The dark blue cold texture is gorgeous but murderous.

"This is a ring made from the core of deep-sea ice iron. As an ice iron material with a hardness comparable to that of sea tower stone, I dare to use my decades of experience in blacksmithing to guarantee that it can withstand the blows of the twelve sharp knives, because Many famous swords also have ice iron added to their edges, but this pair of small rings weighs nearly a thousand kilograms and cannot be used by ordinary people. If it were not custom-made, I would never be able to build such an extreme weapon in my life."

A thousand-pound ring used as a weapon? I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell you.

Zoran looked at the pair of tiger rings. After picking them up and weighing them, he couldn't hide his affection and put them on the middle fingers of both hands.

A thousand pounds of pressure on the fingers is a different concept than a thousand pounds of pressure on the wrists and ankles. Zoron pumped his fist with some difficulty and said with narrowed eyes, "It seems that it will take some time to get used to it."

Master Paul suggested, "The material at the tip of the ring is made according to your requirements. Although it is not sharp, it is best to tie it up with a bandage."