Meanwhile, the battle between Donald and Bessie continues.
Compared to the quick battles over there, their fights were real, with every swing of the spear and every slash of the sword a close-quarters contest of skill.
If swordsmanship and spearmanship are equally matched, if domineering aura is equally matched, and if physical attributes are equally matched, then the battle will never end.
However, the battle between the Navy and pirates is not about one-on-one combat.
when!
The two sides clashed with their swords and spears, exerting tremendous force that even cracked the ground beneath their feet.
During the stalemate, Sazir ran over and threw a punch at Bessie.
"Straight down nail!"
The punch landed on Bessie's face, sending him sprawling to the side. Donald seized the opportunity, thrusting his spear forward towards Bessie's neck.
At this time, martial ethics are not to be discussed.
What martial ethics do navies uphold when fighting pirates?
Although Donald is straightforward and somewhat unlucky, he is also clear-headed.
He's a good opponent, that's true, but it depends on the situation.
If it were a one-on-one match, that would be great; he wanted to settle things with this guy named Bessie.
But he wouldn't resent someone helping him.
After all, he's a pirate.
The right thing to do is to resolve it quickly.
Just as the blade of the cross-shaped spear was about to pierce Bessie's neck, the sword in Bessie's hand suddenly emitted a green glow.
"Pneumonia!"
His sword was also swung at that moment. The blade did not touch Donald, but in the instant it was swung, the green light turned into a gust of wind and blew on Donald.
"Cough cough cough!!"
In that instant, Donald froze, coughed uncontrollably a few times, and the gun he was thrusting out froze in his hand.
In that moment of hesitation, Bessie suddenly spun around, the scythe slicing through the skin on his neck, but also allowing him to dodge the vicious stab.
After dodging the attack, he raised his sword and slashed at Donald's neck.
Buzz!
Bang!
However, at that moment, an arrow came out of nowhere. Bessie grabbed the blade and blocked it to the side, deflecting the arrow. At the same time, she kicked out, hitting Donald in the abdomen and sending him flying.
Donald stood on the ground, plowing a furrow behind him before he could barely stand, but he couldn't help but bend over and cough violently, spitting blood from his mouth, his expression instantly haggard.
"Brother Donald!"
Sazier gasped, his body blurring as he used 'Shave' to quickly approach Donald, grabbing him and lifting him upright.
"ah..."
At this moment, Donald was breathing rapidly, and the sound of his breathing was like a leaky wind, as if he were seriously ill!
"What's going on?!" Sazir exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"sick?"
Kikyo approached, holding a large bow, frowning as she stared at Donald, then turned back and said, "Fanny?"
Fanny, who had been watching the game closely, had noticed Donald's unusual behavior. The moment he looked up, she cried out, "Sazil, stay away from Donald! Those symptoms look like the plague, and it's contagious!"
"Pneumonia?"
Hearing Fanny's scream, everyone nearby turned their heads.
“That’s impossible! Donald has always been healthy. Haven’t we been having regular checkups?!” Sazier exclaimed.
That's absolutely impossible. Not to mention the Navy's own inspection schedule, even Vice Admiral Kuro undergoes physical examinations every few days, for fear of catching some serious disease.
Besides the doctors at G-3, Fanny's skills are also quite high. Although she's a bit confused when making those enhancement drugs, her diagnosis and treatment are much better than G-3's doctors. The special drugs she makes are also very effective, without any problems!
This is one of the reasons why Kuro tolerates her.
Moreover, these people are very confident in their health and are not prone to getting sick.
However, getting sick is not uncommon in this world, and it cannot be said to be absolute.
But people usually get sick when they get older; they're so young, they won't get sick so easily.
Moreover, Donald had never had these symptoms before, so how could he suddenly develop them...?
Kikyo seemed to remember something, looked at Bessie over there, and frowned.
Bessie swung her sword halfway across her hand, a smile spreading across her face. "I am the 'Knight of the Plague,' and it is my duty to spread disease."
"Huh? You want to eat...that thing, and you're really high? And you're going to throw it everywhere?" Kikyo didn't want to say that disgusting, smelly word, and was full of disgust.
Everyone: "..."
She couldn't hear clearly, but the others could.
"You did this?!" Fanny exclaimed.
"certainly."
Bessie nodded, revealing a confident smile: "I am a 'Plague Patient' who ate the 'Plague Fruit,' and I can freely control the germs. I myself am also a product of the germs."
Pneumonia, measles, meningitis, blood parasites, leprosy, liver disease, mad cow disease, rabies, cholera...
No matter what kind of disease it is, I can create it!
Bessie raised her sword, its blade emitting a ghostly green light. "That gun-wielding navy officer has contracted the plague. The symptoms are poisoning throughout his body, constant coughing up of blood, and he'll weaken. If he doesn't receive timely treatment, he'll die in three days. But here, it won't take three days. In his weakened state, he's no match for me, and neither are you!"
"It really is pneumonia!"
These words relieved Fanny. She ran over quickly, pouring herself a bottle of medicine as she ran. When she got to Donald's side, she took out another bottle of medicine, held Donald's head, and poured it down his throat.
After swallowing the medicine, Donald's heavy breathing immediately became steady, and he stopped coughing.
“This disease has been curable for a long time, it’s not like it’s ancient times.” Fanny proudly shook the medicine bottle in her hand, then took out another bottle from her backpack and handed it to Sazir.
"You just came into contact with it, so just in case, you should have a drink too."
“I understand.” Sazir nodded, took the medicine bottle, and drank it all in one gulp.
Bessie smiled and said, "There's no need for that. These are germs I created. Once I die, the germs will naturally disappear, and you will recover."
But my purpose is certainly not to kill you with disease, but to weaken you, whether it is the weakness of recovering from a serious illness or the weakness of maintaining the symptoms, it is the same. As long as you are weaker than me, I will kill you one by one with my sword.
Those guys... Brod, Mogas, that annoying Fatima Ams, they're not the strongest. I, Bessie, am the strongest besides Smith!
He gripped the half-sword tightly with both hands, the eerie green light on its blade intensifying. "How many more times can you cure these ailments? And can you resolve each one quickly? I've been to many places in this world, encountered many diseases—the incurable, the terrifying, the ones causing mass death. You... are no match for me!"
He stepped forward, swung his half-sword in a semi-circle, and unleashed a fan-shaped beam of light.
"Plague - The Black Death!!"
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