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In an instant, a black shadow flashed, and a figure stood in mid-air, a pair of jet-black wings blocking out the sunlight and casting a shadow.
Dimon said calmly, "There's really nothing I can do. I can't beat you at all in human form."
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of black light descended from the sky.
Roger immediately raised his blade to defend himself.
A fist imbued with demonic power slammed into Ace, and instantly, the sand beneath Roger's feet cracked, collapsing into a giant crater within a radius of a hundred meters.
"What is this? A Mythical Zoan?!" Roger exclaimed in shock.
Chapter 20 Roger's Depression
Roger kept a close eye on Dimon's posture.
It's definitely a Zoan type, and not just any ordinary Zoan type. His hands were severed by his sword before, but they were restored in the blink of an eye.
A Zoan-type being with such a special ability must be a Mythical Zoan.
"Yes, I am a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user who ate a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit."
Dimon naturally wouldn't bother explaining this misunderstanding.
With a flap of his wings, he regained altitude and looked down at Roger from above.
Roger laughed heartily: "That's more like it! It's too boring to be instantly killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he bent his knees slightly and suddenly sprang up, leaping over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, slashing the blade in his right hand from the lower left to the upper right.
Dimon remained calm, flapping his wings and shifting his position in the air.
Dodging the attack, he moved to Roger's side and then delivered a flying kick, his shoe slamming into Roger's cheek.
"Go down, you."
A kick imbued with demonic power sent Roger crashing back to the ground with a loud thud, slamming him onto the sand.
Seeing this, the Trident Fishman was stunned: "A flying ability user is really cheating!"
Jabba looked up at Dimon high above and said, "It reminds me of Shiki. That guy could fly too, and with his aerial advantage, Roger couldn't do anything to him."
The man with the cigarette frowned and said, "That's fast. He can easily dodge Roger's attacks even in mid-air..."
Unlike its amazing speed, its attack power seems average.
Roger, who had been kicked back to the ground, stood up, covered his face, laughed, and said provocatively:
"It doesn't hurt at all, newbie!"
"Is that so?" Dimon stood in mid-air, a slight smile playing on his lips. "So what can you do about it?"
"How was that move?"
Roger raised his hand and slashed out with his sword, the sword energy bursting out like a cannonball.
Dimon moved swiftly and easily dodged.
However, the next moment, even more sword energy came like an endless curtain. Each sword energy was far less lethal than the previous ones, but their sheer number made up for it.
A shockwave like a raging storm swept through Roger, turning Ace into a whirlwind.
Dimon could dodge once, twice, five times, ten times, but Roger's every attack was based on foresight, each one a prediction of his movements.
In mid-air, a dark shadow swayed rapidly from side to side, but was ultimately struck by the sword energy.
Dimon covered his arms with Armament Haki and punched the sword energy.
After breaking through, the next sword energy arrived, forcing him to alternate between using both fists.
Suddenly, Roger sprang up again and appeared abruptly behind Dimon.
"Hahaha, you can leave now!"
While Dimon was blocking the sword energy, Roger gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and struck Dimon hard in the back with the back of the blade.
"That won't work, you can't escape!"
Dimon took the blow head-on, coughing up blood as he fell. At the same time, his right hand suddenly separated, his five fingers spread open, and he grabbed Roger's face.
Roger was stunned. It could even separate its body?!
Immediately afterwards, a force comparable to that of a giant came, and the separated right hand, as if throwing a sandbag, grabbed him and slammed him hard to the ground.
Two figures, one in front of the other, fell from a great height and crashed into the sandpit with a loud thud.
For a time, sand and dust filled the air.
The Roger Pirates members watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded.
"It can do that? What kind of mythical beast is that?"
"It can quickly heal injuries, fly, separate limbs, and is fast. Apart from its slightly mediocre attack, it's too well-rounded!"
"That's only true for someone like Roger. For ordinary people, facing his attacks wouldn't be easy!"
Everyone found it incredibly difficult to handle, and could only describe it with two words:
The sand in the sandpit gradually dispersed.
Roger covered his face and got up. When he looked up, he saw Dimon standing not far away. His severed right arm had somehow returned to his body.
Seeing this, Roger simply tossed Ace aside, grinning:
"This is really tricky. How about this: you can't fly, and I won't use a sword. Let's fight with our fists, fair and square!"
Upon hearing this, Dimon smiled.
What a shameless person! He can fly and is almost invincible. How could he possibly say something like that, asking him to give up his advantage? He has no integrity whatsoever as a king-level expert.
"Okay, let's add one more rule: you can't use Conqueror's Haki."
Roger agreed without hesitation and rushed towards Dimon.
Dimon strode toward his opponent, his pace quickening until he turned from walking to running, demonic power coiling around his right fist like silk threads.
The next moment, the two approached each other and punched each other hard in the face.
Just then, a woman's shout came from the spectator stands not far away.
"Stop fighting!"
Suddenly, the two fists stopped in front of each other.
Dimon and Roger both turned to look, and there was Gloriosa.
"Stop fighting over me, you can get along better."
What is this woman saying?
Dimon looked speechless, and Roger's bewilderment lasted only a second.
Then, the two men threw punches again.
"Dimmon, take this punch!"
"I'm the winner, Roger!"
Their fists struck each other's faces; one used demonic power, the other used advanced Armament Haki.
The next second, both of them were knocked back half a step. After the force was released, they attacked wildly, each punch landing squarely.
Gloria sighed softly, covering her face: "Do we still have to fight? All for me..."
"Is there any possibility that this has nothing to do with you?" Charlotte Linlin put one hand on her hip, unable to tolerate this woman's narcissism any longer.
Who will win?
Gloriosa seemed not to hear, watching the two fighting each other, "What if the winner proposes to me? Should I say yes? As the reward for the victor, I have no choice but to say yes!"
Charlotte Linlin hardened her fist and said irritably:
"Dimon will definitely win; he's immortal!"
Shaki's Tavern.
"Hahaha, not bad at all, Dimon. You actually managed to exchange a couple of blows with me. No wonder you're a newcomer with a 5 million bounty!"
At the bar, Roger and Dimon stood arm in arm, drinking and enjoying their drinks.
Dimon glanced at him calmly, "What do you mean by 'exchanging a few moves'? I won."
"No, I'm the one who won. My fist hit you 373 times!"
"Let's face it, I'm not hurt at all, so of course I win."
"I hit five times as many times as you, so I definitely win!"
Roger couldn't argue with Dimon, so he turned to Shakky, who was pouring the wine, and asked for help:
"Shaqi, I won, right?"
Xia Qi smiled, took out a piece of paper from behind the bar, and placed it in front of Roger: "Take a look for yourself."
Roger's face in the mirror was covered in bruises.
"Hahaha, this doesn't count." Roger chuckled dryly. "I just went easy on him a little, so let's call it a draw."
Damn it, this kid has healed his injuries; anyone who sees him would think he's lost.
I clearly won!
Roger said, frustrated, "What kind of ability do you have?"
Dimon smiled and said, "It is the elixir of immortality that I brewed!"
Chapter 21 Dimon and Roger's "Agreement"
Shaki helped explain the meaning of the Elixir of Immortality.
Roger was shocked: "There's actually such a thing as alcohol in the world?!"
"There's no need to be surprised. The immortality surgery of the Op-Op Fruit can achieve a similar effect."
Dimon swirled the wine in his glass, making a pointed remark.
He wasn't sure if Im was a demon, but someone in history must have undergone the immortality surgery, otherwise the legend wouldn't have been passed down.
"Immortality? It's a pity there are no Devil Fruits now, otherwise I would definitely want to try one."
Roger was also a drunkard and had no resistance to fine wine, not to mention the enormous benefits it offered.
Aging and death are issues that no one can escape.
Throughout history, there have been countless powerful figures, each reigning supreme for a few decades, but when the time comes, they all turn to dust.
Now that there are ways to break the lifespan limit, Roger must be lying if he says he doesn't want it.
However, he is still relatively young, so he is not in such a hurry.
"Once you find the fruit, you are welcome to come and taste it anytime."
Dimon smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, I heard that your Roger Pirates want to find the end of the Grand Line."
"You mean Mercury Fairy Island?"
Roger nodded; he was indeed looking for the end.
The legendary Mercury Island seems to have never been reached by anyone. If the Roger Pirates could find that island, they would stand at the pinnacle of all pirate crews.
It can definitely surpass Rocks!
"No, the fact that Mercury Immortal Island has a name means that someone once arrived there and named it Mercury Immortal Island, otherwise it wouldn't have been passed down."
Knowing the plot, Dimon naturally knew that Mercury Island was not the final island.
Before becoming the Pirate King, Roger did indeed find Mercury Island, but upon arriving there, the Log Pose became disordered due to a special magnetic field, which meant that there was an unknown island ahead.
That is the true final destination!
Lahudel, which Roger named after.
"Based on my investigations over the years, finding the true final island requires special methods."
What about the surveys conducted over the years?