Fish-Man Race -
This is a quite controversial race.
If mermaid women can still be considered beautiful in the eyes of humans,
Then, under the intentional or tacit guidance of the World Government, the impression of fish-men in the minds of people is often dominated by barbarism and violence.
Rowan was very clear that this was indeed true, but not entirely.
During the chaotic wars of the various countries eight hundred years ago, Rowan had interacted with the fish-man race, so he felt it deeply.
The fish-man race is by no means a bloodthirsty and brutal race. Most of them may be impulsive or combative, but those are normal emotions.
They are no different from humans, even more sincere than many humans!
A mere eight hundred years cannot easily erase the essence of a race.
...
These people in front of him had only recently escaped from the holy land Mary Geoise.
For them, it is difficult to gain their trust in a suddenly appearing stranger, let alone further communication.
Therefore, Rowan chose a simpler and more direct approach, in the style of the fish-man race –
Win against Alazama, have a drink with them first, and then talk about other things.
...
Crocodile found a corner to sit down as usual.
Vivi squatted beside him, looking at the group of big fish-men.
She was a little curious, "Mr. Crocodile, what is great ancestor going to do?"
"He's asking for trouble."
Crocodile smoked a cigar, emitting an aura that kept strangers away, his expression very disdainful.
The emperor of eight hundred years ago personally fighting with a group of fish-men?
How novel!
...
After Rowan removed his armor, he revealed his upper body, which was not thick but looked very strong and sturdy.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I fought with my bare hands."
He gestured towards Hocka, "Are you the strongest here?"
Hocka did not answer, but two fish-men beside him couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, how can we let you challenge our boss right away!"
With that, one of the fish-men stepped forward and punched Rowan.
Rowan suddenly took a step forward, staggered his body with that fish-man, and placed his right hand on his lower abdomen.
He exerted force suddenly.
Whoosh!
The fish-man's body instantly lost its balance, spun a big circle in the air, and fell to the ground.
The second fish-man then rushed towards Rowan, adopting a grappling posture.
Rowan dodged sideways, and the other hand held the fish-man's chin, pushing him directly into the air.
Then, twisting his body, he used his elbow to directly strike the fish-man's chest!
Bang!
The fish-man's body was directly knocked away and crashed into the pile of debris in front.
This scene silenced the entire tavern, leaving only Vivi's cheers.
"Wow! Great ancestor is so amazing!"
Hocka also widened his eyes, looking at Rowan in disbelief.
It is not uncommon for humans to defeat fish-men.
But if you remove the fruit abilities, the Conqueror's Haki, and even the equipment, it is rare to win in Alazama with pure physical fitness and moves alone.
Hocka rose from his seat, walked to the arena, and came to Rowan's front.
Rowan's height is about two meters six, while Hocka is more than four meters tall, which is considered tall even among fish-men.
Hocka looked down at this strange human, and asked doubtfully, "What do you want to do?"
"Just have a drink with you."
Rowan smiled, "By the way, if I win, then listen to my suggestion."
Hocka narrowed his eyes. This blue-skinned fish-man was burly and had a more careful mind than the others, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become the boss of everyone.
He was worried that this human in front of him was setting him up, so he dared not agree easily.
However, Hocka also had absolute confidence in his own strength.
He said slowly: "Alazama is a glorious competition, and should not involve bets."
"Of course, so it's just a drink."
Rowan cracked his knuckles, "As for whether to agree to my suggestion, it's up to you to decide."
Hearing this, Hocka's pupils trembled slightly.
For some reason, Rowan's gaze, and that sentence, seemed to touch him faintly.
Up to you to decide -
These words were still unattainable luxuries for them not long ago.
Therefore, Hocka made a decision.
"If you beat me, I will listen to your suggestion seriously."
"Reasonable."
Rowan nodded, clenched his fists, lowered his arms slightly, and jumped back and forth.
"Speaking of which, I met Nefertari during a group fight."
"He can't beat me!"
Rowan sighed, and when he looked up, he found that Hocka had already taken heavy steps and rushed towards him.
This is the difference between Alazama and ordinary battles.
Rough, fierce, and forward!
There is only one way to win Alazama, and that is to defeat your opponent head-on!
Facing Hocka's blue giant fist, Rowan met it with his left arm.
Whoosh!
At the moment of contact between the two sides, Rowan's left arm used force downwards, guiding the fist to the lower side.
One of Hocka's fists missed, and the other followed closely, holding endless determination for victory.
He was indeed a little curious about the content of the human's suggestion in front of him, but he did not intend to hold back at all.
On the one hand, Alazama contains the honor of the fish-man race, and does not allow any fraud.
On the other hand, Hocka had also sworn:
From the day he gained freedom, he would not hand over his fate to others!
So, Hocka wanted to win.
He struck with his strongest punch.
Fish-Man Karate - Straight Punch Forethrust!
But what he never expected was that his fist, which was bound to hit, was dodged by Rowan sideways.
His movements were clean and neat, without the slightest sloppiness.
In just an instant, he found Hocka's weakness.
Rowan clenched his fist, and the attack followed closely.
Bang bang bang!
Extremely fast close-range three-hit combo, hitting Hocka's center line.
Hocka's body instantly lost its balance, and he felt dizzy, his body falling backwards involuntarily.
Thump!
The huge body fell to the ground with a crash.
This scene stunned everyone present.
Crocodile frowned, inwardly upgrading Rowan's close-range combat power to a higher level.
Vivi exclaimed, "I think I've seen that move before!"
If Cobra were present, he would definitely give his precious daughter a gentle flick on the forehead as punishment for not listening carefully.
That is clearly the Alabasta battlefield combat technique that has been passed down to this day!
It's just that it is more ancient and the ***** is also slightly different from the current one.
Swift, fast, one-hit kill, with the agility unique to the desert.
Because that was created by Ryan Rowan, the original form of the battlefield combat technique for the soldiers of Alabasta to fight to the death at critical moments!
The fish-men and the humans who were traveling with them, however, were more concerned about the outcome of this Alazama.
Lost?
That boss who once led them out of the holy land Mary Geoise at the cost of their lives actually lost in Alazama!
Who exactly is the man who defeated him?
"Phew!"
Rowan breathed out a sigh of relief.
Honestly, he isn't good at Alazama, so he could only take the risky move of close-range short strikes.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
Hocka lay on the ground, rubbing his head.
Rowan's fists were not heavy, but they did make him lose his balance and fall out of the arena.
"Lost ah..."
Hocka sat on the ground, looking up at Rowan.
"Let's have the drink later. Tell me, what's your suggestion?"
Rowan replied, "I hope you go home."
"Home?"
Hearing this, Hocka found it a little funny, "We don't have a home anymore!"
Rowan smiled, "Well, you have one now."
"Huh?" Hocka was stunned.
"This is Alabasta."
Rowan stepped forward and extended his hand to Hocka.
"If you want, this is your home."