"Shalan!"

Crocodile, who was going all out for the battle, was naturally prepared. The moment Crocodile moved, a sandstorm appeared in his hand, which he threw straight forward, forming a desert storm in front of him.

At the same time, the sand around him dissipated and was swept into the desert storm, instantly striking Kro.

call!

Kro didn't escape at all; he was swept up by the sandstorm and tossed high into the air.

However, in the instant the sandstorm raged, Crocodile's mind tightened, as if he had been stabbed by a sword. He quickly dispersed the sandstorm, turning into a cloud of sand and retreating to the rear. His right hand formed a desert greatsword, staring upwards.

There is no one.

There was no sign in the sky.

There was no trace of Kro around.

I don't know where they went.

"What happened?"

Crocodile's face darkened. When he attacked just now, he almost thought Crocodile was a fake. His strength was no match for him at all; he was just a small-time Marine.

But that feeling that emanates from within, like being slashed by a knife, is unmistakable.

"What exactly does that man want to do?"

He thought to himself with a mixture of emotions, his expression shifting between light and dark.

In the desert beyond the rain-soaked land, a dark figure flew in from afar and landed on the desert with a 'bang,' doing a headfirst landing.

"It flew quite accurately."

Kuro and Lida walked over from a nearby building. After glancing at Kuro, who was swinging his legs wildly, Lida grabbed him with one hand and lifted him up.

"I almost...I almost died."

Kro was disheveled and panting heavily, his expression still showing lingering fear.

He was so close, he almost died.